Musings from the Corner

Here it is just eight pm on a Saturday night and I'm standing in the corner of my bedroom, in my birthday suit and with my hands on my head.  I would much rather be at the party just a block away like a normal, happy-go-lucky, almost fourteen year old youth.  Instead I am worrying about what will happen when Hayley comes to have the discussion that I am dreading, particularly the part with the wide hardwood hairbrush

Hayley is my sister.  I know what you are thinking – "Big sisters are a real pain!" and probably even much worse.  True as all that may be, in this case you would be wrong for Hayley is my kid sister and she is in charge.  Yes, even though she is still just a tween she is in charge with absolute authority to discipline me – her older brother – when she decides I require it.  Tonight, she ordered me here to wait until she could deal with me – that is to punish me.  I'm sorry to admit that she had good reason to because of my misconduct.  I'm not even concerned that I'm hungry and will not get dinner tonight for that is the least of my worries.

I can tell that you are still confused about why she, rather than our parents, is in charge.  It started about a year ago.  Our parents got very busy with their lives and decided that I was getting too old for spankings like I got when I was a little boy.  They talked to me about things and how I had to grow up now that I was almost in high school.  As an aside, one of the things that they pointed out was that Hayley was far more mature than I was.  They did keep enough of an eye on me to prevent me from going really wild however.

It was only a week later that I did some really stupid stuff and Hayley talked to me – actually chastised me – about it.  She (properly, I agree in retrospect) said I was acting like a little immature boy and that I should be spanked.  To finish up she said would give me what I truly deserved and needed if she could.  "I'll do it just like Mom did.  Your pants and briefs come down and you go over my lap for a long discussion with Granny's hairbrush."  I laughed at that.© YLeeCoyote

But that was my initial reaction and over the next couple of months both what the 'rents and Hayley said kept bouncing about in my head until the idea lamp lit up.  What really made me decide to act was a very close call I had.  I was with a couple of other guys in the Mall and the plan was to get a couple of CD really cheap.  Luckily, I meet Hayley on the way and she needed my help with her shopping.  Fortunately, I agreed for the others got busted and spent hours in the police station.  You can imagine what their parents felt and did.  I was scared.  I was very scared!  I made a decision and spoke with Hayley.

We worked out a lot of details.  To start, I admitted that I still needed guidance and discipline and asked her to help like she had offered.  "I guess I still need a babysitter." I quipped with a laugh but she did NOT laugh.  She agreed and reminded me how much authority babysitters have – especially to spank their naughty charges on their bare bottoms.  We made an agreement that when we were alone, she would be my "babysitter" with all the rights and privileges associated with a mature, long time and well-trusted babysitter.  We settled on a trial period for two weeks, so that either of us could terminate the arrangement.  (To jump ahead, we decided to make it permanent and I'm committed long term now.)

The ink was barely dry, when Kayley said it was time for my first spanking.  She went on to explain that my going along with the guys to commit a crime was a very serious mistake.  "You should have refused immediately and even tried to dissuade them from their criminal conduct." she explained.  "Please get the hairbrush, George, and we'll do it in your bedroom RIGHT NOW."  I hadn't expected things to happen this fast.  I obeyed as I had promised for Kayley was so commanding.

She sat on my bed, told me to remove my sneakers and to stand before her.  I felt very strange standing there knowing my kid sister was about to give me a real spanking for the first time.  I did not really know what to expect.  She gave me a short lecture about honesty and living up to values and then told me to put my hands behind my back.  I got a very strange feeling as she opened my belt and then opened my fly completely.  She slid my jeans down and ordered me to step out of them leaving me in just my briefs.  I had only been back in position for a couple of seconds when she reached out with both hands and yanked my briefs down without any warning.  I had not thought about this happening for Mom usually just pulled my briefs down in the back after I was across her lap.  Now my stuff was in plain view of my sister who hadn't seen it since I was six or seven.  I quickly put my hands over my crotch.  She laughed and slapped my hands away.  "I know what a man's, er, boy's penis looks likes.  Remember, I'm your babysitter and you don't have anything to hide from me."

Well, there was not any hiding that I had not yet started puberty and did not even have one pubic hair yet.  I know my sister was much more advanced because she had tits and I had overheard her talking with Mom about stuff.  She had me lay over her left leg with my weight supported on the bed.  She pressed the small of my back down with her left hand and patted my upturned butt with her right hand before picking up the hairbrush.

WHACK!

That first whack was a big shock for it was as hard as Mom's.  I yelled.  "I see that I got your attention, Georgie." she said and gave me several more whacks that were just as hard.  Since she had put her right leg over my legs I was pretty well trapped.  I totally lost track of how many spanks she gave me because I was really hurting.  That it was my kid sister who was punishing me so effectively, made it hurt even more.  "A naughty little boy gets spanked real hard." she said.

I felt exactly like such a little boy.  I was in a little boy's position getting my naughty little boy's bottom smacked hard enough that it hurt.  I was feeling very ashamed.  Then something terrible happened.  I started to cry.  Yes, cry like a little boy.  Hayley had made me feel so small and hit so hard that I cried.  It was most traumatic but I definitely learnt a very important lesson.  Hayley could control me!  She could control me far better than I had imagined possible.  I now knew for sure my kid sister cum babysitter had what it takes to be in charge.  She stopped spanking me and left me crying on the bed.  I was devastated and in shock.

I had already stopped crying when she returned and told me it was time for bed.  You need to wash up.  I stood up and she pulled my T-shirt off leaving me in just my socks and lead me to the bathroom.  As she supervised, I washed my hands and face, brushed my teeth and peed.  Actually, I tinkled as she told me to, just like a little boy does for his babysitter.  Then she tucked me in for the night.  I slept on my stomach that night knowing that I now had a real babysitter who would not let me get away with anything.  It was a strangely comforting thought.

I was a changed boy after that night.  My kid sister had most definitively proven that she was more than up to the task of taking charge of me – her big, yet immature, brother.  I had started the previous evening as a thirteen-year-old boy and by the time I fell asleep I had been reduced to a crying, red-bottomed little boy of seven who was helped in the bathroom by his babysitter.  I was most respectful of Hayley after that.  I now knew from painful experience that she could and would spank me even quicker than our parents would have (before they stopped spanking me).  It was good that I started to pay more attention to my school work and chores because as the first week progressed, Hayley began to check up on me.

I was surprised that by the end of the two-week trial period I had not gotten another spanking and although I had not noticed real changes, the 'rents apparently had and said I was doing better.  Across the dinner table, Hayley smiled broadly knowing that it was because of her.  I was pleased to be getting such praise from my parents rather than the usual depressing lectures about needing to change.

Later Hayley and I discussed extending the agreement.  She said that I was behaving better ever since that spanking and she was very up front about her intention to be very strict to make me continue to toe the line in all respects yet she promised to be fair.  "You will continue to be my little boy here at home so that you can be a young man outside." she promised.  "You might not like how intrusive I'll be, getting into details of your life and you certainly will not like your spankings.  However, you will be happy with the results like at dinner tonight."  She was right on all counts (my sister is really smart!) so I signed a one year contract.

Just as she promised (she always keeps her word), Hayley began to watch me more closely.  Almost every day she checked my assignments, that I did my chores and even changed my clothes (especially my underwear) and practiced good hygiene.  When I showed some reluctance about undressing in her presence, she reminded me that she had already seen my entire body including my hairless boy cock and balls and I certainly did not have anything to hide.  It was a truth that I did not like but I was stuck with it until my hormones kicked it.  She made sure that I understood my place by then checking that I showered and brushed my teeth correctly every night.  It was even more embarrassing to have to pee while she aimed for me.  By the time I was tucked into bed to sleep, I understood anew that I was just a little boy in my babysitter's care and did not have any rights to privacy.  It was a very sobering thought that kept me in line.

One day Hayley held up my underpants in disgust.  There were multiple skid marks.  I had been in a rush at school and had not wiped properly although I did not tell her that.  It really did not matter – the marks were there!  She made me scrub them by hand and then she watched me in the shower like I was a baby making sure I scrubbed my crack most thoroughly and even putting a finger inside my hole.  Of course, once I finished in the bathroom, I got a session over her lap for being  immaturely careless.  I did not forget that lesson for a very long time.

Facing the music

Well, back to the present.  I'm in deep doo-doo because I ran off this morning before I did took out the garbage and compounded my misconduct by returning more than a hour late for dinner.  As soon as I got in, Hayley pounced on me.  I was ordered to shower, brush, pee and wait in the corner.  Today it was a double mess up so that makes three for this week which means I'm really in for it.

"Come here, boy." she says as she comes into the room.

"Yes, Ms. Hayley." I say as I quickly obey.  I am now required to show more respect to my babysitter by using a honorific, like I do with adults such as my teachers at school.  I sit on the bed and now have to look up her as she lectures me about all my transgression.  Her words cut me to the quick because they are so true and I am very ashamed.  I know that she will be severe with me today because of my great failings.  Even if I had any excuses, it would not help to talk of them since they should have been used before my misconduct.

"I'm very sorry.  Please punish me like I deserve, Ms. Hayley." I say, trying to be most humble and sound repentant.  I really don't have any expectation that it will reduce my punishment.  Hayley sits on the corner of my bed at a slight angle and I get over her lap.  It's much like when I was over Mom's lap except now my weight is support by the bed so that my much smaller sister can concentrate on roasting my bottom rather than keeping me from falling.

And roasts it she does.  She has the sole from an old heavy flip-flop without the straps, that was Dad's.  I have felt it before and it is an evil, wicked thing.  When she uses it all the force of her spanks are driven deep into my naughty little boy bottom and the pain reverberates through my entire body making my head ring like it was a bell.  Soon the waterworks will start and I know for sure what a naughty little boy I am.

It seems like an eternity before she stops and leaves me bawling like a baby on the bed.  Oh, how I regret skipping my chores this morning for, rather than having fun at the party, I am a bawling, snotty, very sorry naughty little boy with a red-hot bottom.

I remain on the bed, rubbing my sore bottom even when I stop crying.  I've lost track of the time by the time Ms. Hayley returns and orders me to stand up and then to sit on my bed.  I do so gingerly, quite glad that it not a hard seat.  "Georgie, today you have shown that you are still just a little boy not yet ready to grow up."  She pushes me back so I'm flat.  "You have proven that you're not yet ready to have pubic hair like a big boy."  What is she saying?  In the last few weeks I have grown a few hairs by my cock.  I felt so good about that because many of my classmates have big bushes already and now I'm catching up.  What can she mean?

I find out a few seconds later.  She rubs something across my crotch as I watch.  It is a safety razor and those few hairs don't stand a chance.  They are instantly separated from me.  I am a hairless little boy again.  "Georgie, when you act grown up, then we talk about letting you grow some man-fur but for now, you stay smooth."

She goes to my dresser,  gets my pj's and puts me to bed for the night.

Reflection

I lie prone under the blanket, glad that it is light for my bottom not only hurts but is very tender.  I regret that I was so stupid this morning and ran off before doing my chores and things. It hurts doubly knowing that my friends are having a great time at the party and I'm in bed earlier than an eight-year-old boy.  I know that tomorrow, Hayley will insist that I finish ALL my homework and ALL my chores before even considering allowing me to go out with my friends.  By the time that happens, they will have been gone for hours.  When they get home after a day of fun at the game, they will have to do their homework and chores so we will not be able to play then either.

What I don't comprehend is why I don't grow up.  Hayley told me that I would not like the spankings I would get from her and she was (as always) right.  They leave my ass feeling like it was on fire.  I hate missing so much of the fun the other guys have.  I even have an earlier bedtime and curfew than all my friends which means I got to start home before they do and often must skip fun stuff.  Could it be that I don't have pubes?  Sure, I felt more grown up yesterday when I had a few but there are some other guys in my class without them and they seem to have grown up.  Some of those guys even date the hot chicks at school apparently not worried about not having hair.  Why do I worry about that?  Am I afraid to date because a girl might stick her hand into my pants and laugh that I'm hairless?

Why am I such a baby?

Why can't I even be as grown up as Hayley and her friends who are much younger.  Just the other week, Ted and Marc came over but got caught in the cloud bust and were soaked.  They didn't have any problem stripping down to get their clothes in the drier and being nude with Hayley and Myra.  They were totally casual about it even though one had pubes and the other didn't and they all just worked on their school project.  It made me uncomfortable though.

Why am I such a baby?

I'll probably get another spanking tomorrow because Hayley will notice that I haven't started reading an assigned book for a week and the book report is due in a few days.  If I was grown up I would just 'fess up in the morning and accept the spanking that I deserve.  But I won't do that because I'm a baby even though it would probably be better for me.

Why am I such a baby?

Will I ever grow up?