It was a month later that their parents realized how cheerful and self-confident Tammy had become while Sylvester became unusually well behaved and quiet. He obeyed every word and when Tammy reprimanded him, he even cowered.© YLeeCoyote

When she said “Sylvester, please get me the sugar bowl.” The older boy jumped up from the table and hurried to the kitchen cabinet.

“Here you go, Tammy,” he said submissively placing the bowl in front of her.

A little later she asked “Sylvester, would you please clear the table for me today, I still have to study and I have a date with Jenny later.”

“Yes, Tammy, I'd be happy to!”

The parents were amazed at how unquestioningly Sylvester obeyed his younger sister.  Such a good boy.  It had been a long time since Sylvester had given his father any reason to spank him.  He was so well behaved.  In fact unusually well behaved!  They were proud of their well behaved, big boy and their self-confident, extroverted girl.  A happy family.  They had done everything right, they said proudly to each other.

* * * * * * * * * *

One day Sylvester plucked up all his courage and slipped Nicki a note as they passed in the school lunch room.

Nicki,
Would like to meet you at the swing again.
How about Saturday at 10?
Sylvester

He turned bright red and immediately regretted it when she read the note and winked at him conspiratorially.  She nodded.  What had he done?  Did he really want to repeat the adventure he had at the swing with her?  Maybe he would chicken out and not go?  No, he couldn't do that!  He wouldn't get a second chance.

Nicki was happy although she didn't want Sylvester as a boyfriend as she preferred to play with her peer friends although as a toy the boy was very welcome.  She fondly remembered the afternoon when she spoiled him and in return got to ride wonderfully high on the swing.  But he paid a high price for his daring for his sister and cousin gave him a good spanking and switching.  Yes, she would like to experience that high (in two senses) again for he was stronger than Alex.

Later she told Tammy that Sylvester had asked to meet and they had a date.  Tammy rubbed her hands together gleefully thinking what a pleasure it would be – for us girls.  Sylvester would be thrilled in his own way.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was already after nine Friday evening.  Sylvester stood naked in the corner, his hands clasped behind his head.  He waited relaxed for his sister Tammy.  Relaxed?  Not his whole body.  Although he had jerked off twice, his rod was already standing at attention again.  Blimey!  He sighed grumpily.  Tammy had kept him waiting a long time again today.  Should he do it again?  He flinched when his sister came into his room through their shared bathroom.  She had noticed his wince and was pleased.  Her big brother didn't take her blows easily but always submitted.

She sat down on his bed: “Come here!” she demanded sternly.  She gently smacked her left hand with the heavy hairbrush.  Reluctantly, Sylvester turned around.  She was not surprised that he had a hard-on.  Although it happened to him almost every week, he was still terribly embarrassed.

Tammy grinned snidely: “Do you and your thing down there get aroused by my spanking?  Do I have to spank harder to make a real impression?”

“No, Tammy, please don't.  I was really good all week,” whimpered the thirteen-year-old submissively knowing that he was getting a maintenance spanking no matter how he pleaded.

She secretly agreed with him.  Yes, her big brother was on the move, as good as a dog.  She looked him in the eyes demandingly and tapped her lap with the hairbrush.  Sylvester hurried to comply with the clear order.  His horniness was on her lap and out of her sight.  Yes, she could feel his hard rod, but she couldn't see it.  They both had agreed that this was the best position for the weekly spanks.  She smiled contentedly.

She had a firm grip on her big brother and this was the way she liked him best, naked and with his bottom stretched out compliantly for the hairbrush over her lap.  She gently stroked his warm, pink cheeks.  Goose bumps were already popping up.  She grinned, lifted the hairbrush and slapped her brother's muscular bottom causing him to immediately tense his buttocks.

“Owww,” he moaned softly and squirmed on her lap.  That spurred her on and she caressed his bottom.

“OWWW, OWWW.”  Sylvester moaned louder as she hit again.  His movements became more erratic.  He lifted his upper body, flapped his arms and kicked his legs.  Then it was over.  Relieved, Sylvester let go.  He hung over her lap like a wet sack.

Tammy stroked his red cheeks gently.  “Well, brother, is that enough to remind you who's boss?” she asked provocatively, helping Sylvester to stand up.  The boy sniffled.  His face contorted in pain, he rubbed his burning buttocks and danced in front of his sister.  His willy wiggled semi-rigidly in a horizontal position, twitching leisurely upwards.  Tammy noted that the bush around his sex had grown bigger and denser.  It was unmistakable that her big brother was no longer a little boy.

“Now do it!” she demanded of Sylvester for she knew that he knew what was required.

He shrugged his shoulders helplessly.  Although it was now part of the weekly ritual, he still found it difficult to masturbate in front of his domineering twelve-year-old sister.  He looked at her submissively with a red face, as if to ask: Must I?  Of course he knew the answer.  He sighed devotedly.  He rubbed his hot bottom with his left hand while he made his member explode with his right for her enjoyment.

She wrinkled her nose in response to the aroma. “Well done, brother.  Hopefully you won’t require any spanking before your maintenance spanking next week.”  She grabbed the hairbrush, slapped it loosely against her hand and proudly returned to her room with her head held high.

He looked after her in bewilderment.  He shook himself and sighed with relief.  His balls ached, his bottom burned hot yet strangely tingled pleasantly.  Somehow she always found just the right balance between harmless slaps and hard, unbearable blows.  As he mopped up his cum, he mused.  Sometimes he wished he had a normal relationship with his sister.  Naked, he curled up in his bed and quietly slipped into a deep sleep of a little boy.

* * * * * * * * * *

Sylvester surprised his mom by being up early for Saturday and then wanting to go out by nine.  Fortunately it had stopped raining but was going to be a hot muggy summer-like June day.  She convinced him to take his small pack with a sandwich, an apple, chips and water.  As usual he did not explain exactly where he was going but she assumed the park.

Understandably, he was anxious to get to the stupid swing to met Nicki who would do wondrous things with her hands to his cock making it explode.  He was half hour early for his date.

It seemed like eons before she showed up ten minutes late.  He was thrilled and she was nonchalant.  His excitement caused his shorts to tent.

“Hi Nicki.” he smiled at her, uncertainly.  She looked so attractive as she was wearing a dress.  She immediately sat on the swing and when she lifted her legs to swing, he could almost see down to her panties.  Would she?  Should he start and how?  He felt his cock.  He adjusted his shorts to give it more room.

Nicki grinned knowingly.  “Did you like it, last time?”

Sylvester turned.  He lowered his head bashfully being caught out.  “Yes, Miss Nicki.” he whispered like he had been trained by his sister without realizing it. He wondered if she noticed that unusual wording.

“Don't be embarrassed.  Boys are like that.  It's normal.” She swung a little on the swing.  “Are you going to push me a little?  Or do you want it first?” She made the typical hand gesture and grinned wickedly at him.

He stood behind her and gave her a gentle push.  “Oh nice!  More!”

He pushed harder and gave her a good shove.  “Whee! That's beautiful!” She swung up and down a little, then slowed down sharply.  “You must have gotten warm.  Take your clothes off.  Time for your reward.”

Sylvester was actually sweating, as the dampness and sultriness had a sweat-inducing effect.  He didn’t hesitate to strip having gotten used to obeying and being naked with dressed, domineering girls.

Sylvester took off his T-shirt.  While he continued to undress, he didn't take his eyes off Nicki.  He liked her.  Although she was only twelve, she had alluring feminine curves, which he could see under her dress.

When he took off his shorts, his short, white briefs formed a clear triangle.  He turned around and took off his underpants.  Nicki saw his red butt.  She grinned understandingly.  She didn't wait for him to turn around to face her.  She was too curious to see how the boy she had given a handjob to a few months ago had developed.  Nicki grinned with pleasure.  Sylvester had expanded considerably in the few weeks since she first saw the toy she most loved to play with.

“Wow!” she paid tribute to the thirteen-year-old.  “Should I do it like last time?” she asked.

“Oh, yes.  Please do it again.” he croaked in a brittle voice.  She got down on her knees in front of him taking his already very hard rod in her hands and started.  Within a minute he exploded spraying his massive load with a yeah of joy.  She was also pleased for it was more than her other boytoys had produced.

“Hi.” she said as she stood up.  Startled, Sylvester turned around and looked into the grinning faces of his sister and his cousin Jenny.  “Oh no,” he groaned disappointedly.  He looked at Nicki, who was also grinning gleefully at him.

“You're as stupid or dick-driven as all the boys,” Tammy said scornfully.

“Yes, so stupid!” the other two girls agreed.  “So - immature and childish!”

“There you go again, running around naked in the countryside.” said Tammy.

“Like a preschooler.” added Jenny.

Sylvester stood there like a drowned rat, shoulders hunched, head down, red, hands in front of his sex.  He suspected, no, he knew what he was in for.  A thrashing.

“Cut a switch!” his sister demanded.  He fumbled the penknife out of his shorts and sprinted to a nearby tree, which had already provided him with a useful rod in the in the past.

“Please Miss Tammy,” he pleaded as he delivered it to her submissively.  “Not so hard, please.  You”, he swallowed, “just spanked me yesterday.”

“Yes, I know.  I didn't expect you to actually be here playing naked again.  Unbelievable.  It seems you like bouncing around shamelessly naked like a five-year-old.” She shook her head.  “You behave like that, so we're going to treat you like a preschooler all day today.”  She asked the other two girls “What do you think?”  They nodded in agreement  “A five-year-old gets laid naked over mommy's knee and gets hand spanked.”

“Yes, good idea! I'm the oldest so I'm his mom today.  OK?” Jenny asked the group.

“Come here Sylvester, you naughty boy.  Mommy needs to spank you.” She sat down on the creeky old bench and patted her lap.

Sylvester followed obediently.  He offered no resistance.  He realized that as a naked boy, he had no chance against the three girls.  Besides, he had long been in thrall to his sister.  He was already lying across Jenny's knees.  She spanked, spanked and spanked some more.

Sylvester howled.  He didn't know pride.  He screamed out his pain.  Fortunately, the area was deserted.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Sylvester wailed as he stood back on his feet.  Tears and snot were running down his face.  Jenny had spanked hard but he was grateful she had not used the switch he had cut.

Tammy got on the swing.  “Push, boy.” she commanded.  And of course he did.  She was delighted as had been Nicki.  It was not long before Jenny wanted a turn so they swapped places and Sylvester worked some more.

The girls decided that they should eat the lunches they had brought  along. Then they moved on and Tammy said that Sylvester needed to be watched so they dragged him along (as they had planned).

Soon they were at the little stream where there was a little swimming hole.  When the girls removed their dresses Sylvester said he did not have a swim suit but was told he did not need one.  They all enjoyed the cooling water.

Soon then they had company – two twelve-year-old girls, Betty with her kid brother almost ten-year-old Joey and her friend Rita.  The boy didn’t waste any time stripping to his birthday suit to swim and play on the sandy shore.  Betty reminded him to stay close and watched him carefully.

When they took a break, Betty opined that it was not proper for Sylvester to be exposing his pubes.  “Only bald little boys should be naked in mixed company.” she added.

“Hm, that's right,” the other girls agreed with her.

“You mean - they have to come off?” asked Sylvester horrified at the prospect.

“Of course, we need to get rid of that hair down there!” she said firmly.

“Yes, of course!  He likes running around naked.” agreed Tammy.

“I got a new razor and shaving cream that I brought for Rita.” said Betty.  “We could use it.”

“Please don’t.  I won’t runabout naked anymore.  I’ll get dressed now.” pleaded Sylvester but they were not listening.  In just a couple of minutes he was being held down as Betty covered his pubes with the shaving cream and then Jenny started with the razor.

“Hold still!” Tammy commanded.  Sylvester sniffled miserably.  How proud had he been of his growing bush.  Every day he had looked at it in the mirror and rejoiced in its growth.  Now it was falling victim to that malevolent razor in these girls’ hands. He wondered why he was so hard as this terrible thing was happening.

“Let me dry him off,” Nicki demanded.  “I still owe him one.” She gently took the boy's tight rod in her hand, looked wickedly into his eyes.  It was so indescribably wonderful when her fingers drove him to a fantastic climax.  He closed his eyes and breathed heavily.  Full of lust, he squirted his juice high up so that some even landed on his face.  He swayed a little as his knees went weak.  The girls watched the boy's orgasm with interest.  After a few minutes, Sylvester opened his eyes, smiling happily.  “Thank you, Nicki.” he whispered.  He washed off the shaving cream and his cum in the stream.

After awhile he was called.  “Sylvester – Help Joey build his sand castle.” he was told.  “Remember that he is the architect and you’re just the helper so follow his directions and play nicely.”  Joey was delighted to have the help and to be in charge of the bigger boy.

Things were peaceful for a while but then the girls were disturbed by the boys’ shouting.  First it was Joey “I told you not to do that and you spoiled it.”  And that was followed by Sylvester claiming it was defective.  A few more exchanges, each louder then the previous one until Sylvester kicked the construction to rubble eliciting howls from Joey. “That is NOT playing nice Sylvester.  That is most defiantly not playing nice you most naughty boy.” yelled Jenny.  “Get your naughty butt up here immediately.”

The naughty boy complied although immediately was sprouting excuses.  He was ordered to be silent and reminded that there are not any excuses for such bad behavior.  There are consequences, however, starting with a switching immediately.

“Bend over and grab your ankles.  Stay in that position until you’re told to get up.” ordered Tammy.  Jenny stepped into position with the switch and started the punishment.

Nicki then proceeded to do the same with identical results.  It was affecting the naughty boy for he was whimpering.  “Please stop.  I’m sorry.  I won’t do it again.  Promise.”

“Stay in position, boy.  You got three more coming.” said Tammy as she got into position and then delivered three more cuts so that he was crying.  “You may stand now with your nose against that tree.”  Still crying he rubbed his very sore striped bottom.

Joey watched the entire process intently and feeling that justice was being done for his creation had been ruined.  Not only had the vandal been switched but ordered to make restitutions with his labor.  While Sylvester did his ‘corner time’ at the tree, Joey prepared the construction site and had an outline of his great castle.  It was a much subdued and obedient Sylvester that was working for him now.  He was delighted with the results both of the rebuilt castle and his handprint on the big boy’s bottom when he hesitated to follow orders.

After some more swimming, they all headed to homes to shower and have dinner.

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When the time for the next maintenance spanking arrived Sylvester was surprised that Jenny was also present to do the honors as Tammy watched.  Before she sent him to the corner she rubbed some cream on his pubis.

It was after corner time when they wiped the cream off that he saw that he was baby smooth.  Tammy explained that without the unsightly man-hair he could be naked especially when he meet Nicki at the swing.  He was delighted at this for he had feared that his wonderful times with the girl with the magic hands was over.