I had looked forward to the Thanksgiving Holiday more than usual because this year the family was coming to my house.  You’ve already met my cousins Rufus and Tami with whom I spent the summer.  Their parents got the guest room.  My other cousin, Nicola who is thirteen also came and her single mother got my room since my bed is bigger than my sister’s.  Staci, my kid sister, who is eleven had stayed with them for the summer for a road trip and more.  There were a few more adults for the Great Turkey Feast but they are not part of my tale.© Y Lee Coyote

The holiday did not got going well, alas.  On Wednesday at school, I had an altercation with the class bully and we were in the principal’s office at the end of the day.  I’ll skip the lecture and get to the crux of the matter.  The usual penalty is a Saturday detention but since there wouldn’t be one the coming weekend the principal offered us a choice of either waiting another week or five licks with the paddle now.

I’ll let you guess what the cowardly bully chose but I went for the paddle rather than agonize for ten days.  I had to wait a few minutes for him to find a witness before dropping my jeans and leaning on his desk with my butt sticking up.  He swung his monstrous paddle and practically knocked me out of my skin.  I don’t know how I managed not to scream but I’m proud that I didn’t.

I almost bit my tongue in two for the next three pops as he lit infernos in my ass.  The final raging novas caused me to yell but then it was over.  After washing up I dragged my flaming ass home.

Dad was furious as I expected and it was after dinner in the family room where he spanked me for getting in trouble in school.  It’s terribly unfair but he does it.  First the ridiculous lecture for I couldn’t control what happened in school before I lost my jeans and undies and went over dad’s lap.

With an already sore butt, it doesn’t take long before I’m bawling even though dad only used his hand.  When dad let me up I grabbed my clothes and go to my room too preoccupied with my ass to care that Staci is seeing my junk and flaming tail.  A few minutes later she barges in but I’m too busy being sorry for myself to care.  “I think you need this.” she says as she plops down a cold wash cloth on my flaming tail.

It helped – just a tad.  “Thanks.” I murmur gratefully.

“You got some RelievaCream, Edwin?” she asked.  After I grunt a reply she finds it and gently applied it to my flaming rear before leaving me to my misery.

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Thanksgiving Thursday was the confused turmoil that you would expect.  We will ignore the family and dinner and even the football arguments and just concentrate on us five cousins.

I knew from regular communication with Tami how she managed to keep her big brother Rufus under her tight control.  I spoke with him indicating that I hadn’t expected that she would be so effective and expressing my regrets.  “It’s a mixed bag.” he said.

I was surprised that he had mixed feelings about it.  Obviously being under control at least on the face was unpleasant but he noted he was doing better in school and getting spanked less by his dad (although more by her).  Then he added  “There is a frisson element that is a big plus because of my sub tendencies.”

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Eventually things quieted down.  Those who weren’t staying over left and the adults went off to bed or whatever and the five of us cousins got to our quarters in the basement with lots of snacks and drinks and even some leftovers where our sleeping bags were.  If we weren’t so closely related then maybe we have been thinking sexual games but that really wasn’t on the addenda.

We quickly agreed that we were overdressed in fancy clothes for dinner and wanted to change into nightwear.  The girls wanted some privacy to protect their modesty, so Rufus and I were sent upstairs for a few minutes.  That turned out to have a side benefit, alas only short term, since we both had some wine which was left in some glasses.

When we returned we found the girls in comfy, pretty pj’s.  They told us to get out of our dress up clothes.  Neither of us had thought of pj’s and I couldn’t get mine because my aunt was in my room so soon we were both in our briefs.  Not really any different from swim briefs on the beach since they were dry.

Staci and Nicola wanted to know all about how Tami got to be in charge of Rufus.  I guess it wouldn’t be a surprise that very quickly Rufus was blushing with shame and humiliation as his kid sister explained how she spanked him on his bare botty when he got messy, missed his chores, did poorly or failed to obey her.  I found it fascinating and was glad it wasn’t my story.

The pair wanted to spank Rufus.  One of the better reasons was for the experience since they would babysit and encounter naughty boys.  Tami’s answer surprised me.  “I don’t spank him for nothing as that wouldn’t be fair…” and she paused while the other two sighed “…but, he gets a maintenance spanking every Thursday.”  That caused a big groan from Rufus.

Tami insisted and threatened him with a spanking for disobedience.  Rufus understandably caved.  He tried to keep his briefs on but he lost those.  When he covered his little bits Nicola and Staci said that they were ‘Mommies-in-training’ and saw naked boys lots of times and he didn’t need to hide anything.  They even used the ridiculous canard that ‘little boys don’t need modesty.’

Then the unexpected happened.  Because he was tipsy, Rufus’s speech was slurred.  That, declared Tami immediately, was a spanking offense and she used her hairbrush to really spank him.  The other two got him over their laps also for a few spanks much to their joy.

Then the beginning of the disaster started.  My own dear kid sister determined that I had also been drinking even though it was less than half a glass.  It had already been established that it was a spanking offense and I better lose my briefs and get over her lap or it would be dad’s lap in the morning with everyone watching like she had done yesterday.

I protested that I was not a little boy since I had pubes but was told I was because I wasn’t a teenager yet.  Understandably, apple butt Rufus did not give me any support and I couldn’t resist the three girls so in a little while I lost my briefs and was over Staci’s lap for the very first time.

Staci started with her hand which I hardly felt and then switched to Tami’s hairbrush.  That was a different story and I definitely felt that.  Not like the principal’s paddle or dad’s hard hand but definitely noticeable.  Similarly to my big cousin I also succumbed to the whacks of the mini-paddle and was soon a sobbing little boy.  I guess being over your sister’s lap makes one more prone to crying because of feeling like a little boy.

While I was sniveling the girls treated themselves to a male anatomy lesson carefully examining my junk, especially Nicola since she doesn’t have any brothers.  It felt good so I didn’t really complain.  But what I did not know was that Nicola had her shaver with her because she did not like having axillary hair and that she felt the same way about my pubes.

I learnt later that one side of her device turned long hair into short hair and the other side removed short hair.  Soon I was as bald as Rufus although I did not realize it immediately.  The girls were unanimous that little boys should be bald.  And it followed that they did not need pants either as they had nothing to hide or be modest about.

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There were two more days with my cousins and they were quite the usual but the two nights (away from parents) were almost as strange as the first for the girls insisted that Rufus and I be starkers.  It was then I learnt that they had pictures of Staci spanking me and I had better obey or else.

Just like had happened to Rufus, I was trapped and had to submit to my younger sister.  She definitely loved the power and spanking me.  I’m even getting weekly maintenance spankings like Rufus gets.

A month later we were all together again but only by day at the grands so nothing special happened.  I had some face-to-face time with Rufus though and we were not so antagonistic as before.  I told him I was not happy that Staci was in charge nor did I get the frission he reported.

He laughed and expounded “The frission is the result of my liking dominant females even young ones.  Maybe you can learn that.  But remember that the overall situation is of your own making starting with teaching Tami how to control me so don’t complain.”