Emily's Gift

By Nocti Raven

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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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Josh could not imagine being in a more defenceless, vulnerable position. Wearing nothing but a blue t-shirt, he was lying on his back with his legs spread wide and folded toward his torso. He was perched on the edge of his bed, so if he lowered his legs he would be off balance and probably fall over if he tried to stand up. If someone walked in through the open, unlocked door (someone other than those who were supposed to), Josh had no hope of assuming a position even slightly more dignified without first falling all over himself like a clumsy child.

I’m fifteen, Josh thought. I shouldn’t have to do this. It’s wrong. But he did have to. If he didn’t, there would be consequences.

He looked down between his nipples, erect in humiliation, over the bulge of his belly, and at his soft penis, so small that it stuck straight out even when it was soft. Partly it was because of the air conditioning. Partly it was just the way he was. Beyond that hung his little balls in their wrinkly sack. He prayed with all his heart that those exposed, sensitive little orbs might make it through the next hour pain-free. Josh glanced at the clock. It was five minutes past eleven, which meant five minutes past his bedtime. She couldn’t punish him for being up this late if it was HER fault--could she?

At 11:09, his sister Sarah came in with the bag. She was already dressed for bed, wearing only a pink t-shirt and skimpy pink bikini briefs. Josh looked up at the ceiling to avoid seeing her. The smug joy on her face was too much. She had done this for years now, but it never got any easier for Josh, or any less fun for thirteen-year-old Sarah.

“Look what I got,” she said.

With great difficulty Josh did a crunch to see what she was indicating. There was a hairbrush in her hand, a wide, flat, rectangular paddle brush of red-tinted plastic. Josh groaned, knowing of only one reason why she’d show him that.

“It’s perfect for your butt and my hair,” she said, confirming his fear. She made a show of dragging the brush through her long, dark hair several times. Josh noticed with embarrassment that her breasts bounced up and down with every motion of her arm. He knew she was probably letting him see that on purpose, reminding him of the torturous reality that at fifteen he was still a little boy, while at thirteen she was already a young woman. He thought of the girls in his own year who had developed early, whom he had spent the eighth grade jacking off to while more mature, athletic boys courted them. He had always felt so inferior next girls like that, and now he realized his little sister was one of them.

Suddenly Josh heard another set of light, feminine footsteps approaching from the hallway. Once again, he thought, dismayed, Sarah had invited a friend over to help. He wondered which one it was this time: Was it Sally, or Donna, who had plucked out every one of his pubic hairs with tweezers? Was it Emily, who always tormented his balls like a cat with yarn? Or maybe it was a new girl. Josh knew his sister had plenty of friends who had not yet taken part in this ritual.

A flash of long blond hair in his peripheral vision told him it was Emily. He squeezed his eyes shut, lamenting the unfairness of life.

“Hey, Josh!” came Emily’s enthusiastic greeting. She stood in front of the bed, a towering figure between his legs. Emily’s pyjamas were even more revealing than Sarah’s. She wore black thong panties and a tank top that left her whole stomach bare. Josh winced at the sight of her. They shouldn’t let thirteen-year-olds have bodies like that, he thought. Or at least they shouldn’t be allowed to wear thongs.

Sarah, hard at work rummaging in the big red duffle bag, said, “You know, Josh, the brush was actually a present from Emily. Why don’t you say thanks?”

Josh said nothing; he always choked up in these situations and he didn’t think his sister was serious. But a few seconds later he felt smooth, warm fingers closing around his balls and delicately filed fingernails biting into his scrotum.

“Say it,” Emily commanded, applying just enough pressure to remind him what she could really do.

“Thank you,” he said hastily.

“For what?”

“The brush!”

She smiled sweetly. “Why, Josh? Why are you thankful for the brush?”

Josh felt like a tiny animal in a tiny cage. Sarah had Mom’s mandate to diaper him, and even to invite her friends to help, but this . . . this was way out of bounds. He wanted to scream that neither Sarah nor Emily had any right to torture him like this, but he knew that would just get his nuts crushed. And even if he did tell Mom, she’d probably side with Sarah. He could hear it now: Your sister’s doing you a wonderful favour, Josh. All she asked was that you be polite.

“Because,” he said, “it looks like a good brush for spanking.”

“Spanking who, Josh?”

“Me.”

“Specifically? What part of you?”

Josh groaned. “Come on, Emily,” he said. “Do you have to . . .” Just maybe, he thought, just maybe I can appeal to her as a person.

Her only response was to give his balls a cruel little squeeze. She turned to Sarah and said, “I think he’s forgotten where we spank him, Sarah. I mean, why else wouldn’t he answer?”

Josh wanted to beg forgiveness, to turn back time a few seconds and answer her stupid little questions exactly like she wanted him to. But it was too late. She’d already decided what to do next.

“Well,” Sarah said, “I did happen to notice that it’s a few minutes past his bedtime. Maybe you could just teach him a little lesson for tonight.”

Sarah tossed Emily the brush, and she held it up by her face so Josh could get a nice clear look at it. He hadn’t realized how big it was before. He’d never seen a hairbrush any bigger, in fact, which was probably why Emily had bought it. She gripped it firmly with her two small hands and wound back like a golfer preparing to drive. The motion squished her boobs together maddeningly.

“You know, Josh,” the blond girl said, “I’m going to be very sad the day you stop wetting the bed.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Sarah said. “Josh’s such a little baby, I’m sure he’ll be in diapers forever. And even if he’s not, I’m sure he’ll never be too old for a good spanking.”

Emily swung with all her might, and Josh cried out for all his lungs were worth. It’s not fair, he thought. It’s not right. But then it happened again, and again and again and again.

When Sarah finally started to apply the diaper, patting down the baby powder all over his crotch, he couldn’t even feel it. Emily teased his dick with her pinkie as she always did, but he was numb to any sensation but his burning butt.

The two girls left, giggling, and flicked the light off behind them. Josh pulled the covers up around him and cried himself to sleep.

(The End)