By NAMB
Copyright 2021 by NAMB all rights reserved
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Betty and Ben
I was disappointed when my after school art club was cancelled due to a leak in the roof.
I really enjoyed the club, but what concerned me is that mom wasn’t at home at this time.
I wouldn’t be alone, there was my older brother, Ben, but he could be
such a pest at times. He’s always picking on me and my friends.
He thinks he’s so special because he’s a boy and we’re “just girls.”
Mom is on his case about it all the time, and she us usually a good referee. He doesn’t pick on me so much when she’s around.
So, I took my time walking home. I figured that if I were quiet, I could sneak in and he wouldn’t know that I was there.
I came in the door, took off my sneakers – even they would make too
much noise on the steps – and with cat-like stalking, stealthily made
my way up the steps.
Passing by my brother’s room, I heard
some funny noises. There were moans and groans coming from his room.
His door was ajar and I could not resist peeking in.
The
moans and groans were coming from his computer. On the screen was a
video of a naked man and woman and the woman was licking his thing!
“Yech!” I though, but managed to stay silent. What caught my attention
the most was my brother. He was sitting at the computer with his pants
pulled down. His body blocked what he was doing, but his hand was in
his lap and it was moving.
I gasped and he suddenly became
aware of me. He sprang up and I could see it. It was big … A lot bigger
than the one my friend, Jenny and I saw on one of our playmates a
couple of years ago and bigger than my infant Cousin Jimmy’s. It stuck
straight out from his body.
Both of us stood there, frozen
for an instant. Then everything happened at once. He covered himself up
with his hands and I screeched. I turned and ran to my room and locked
myself in. I didn’t know what else to do.
I played the scene
over and over again in my mind trying to figure out what was going on.
Surely, he was not going to pee, he would be in the bathroom to do
that.
I tried to remember the fleeting glance I got. It
looked different than the few other boy things I had seen before.
Somehow, when the shock wore off, I was excited about seeing it and
very curious to get a closer look.
I heard mom come home. I opened my door cautiously and peeked out. Ben’s door was closed. I ventured downstairs and met mom.
“Oh hi, honey, you’re home early,” she said.
“Art club got cancelled because of a leak in the roof.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. I know how much you like that activity.”
“Mommy, can we talk?”
The seriousness of the tone of my question took the smile off my mother’s face.
“Sure honey,” she said, “what do you want to talk about?”
“It’s about Ben.”
“He’s not giving you any more trouble, is he?”
“It’s not like that, mom. It’s something else.”
“What is it?”
“It’s …”
Mom picked up on my hesitation, “Do you want some privacy? Let me put the perishables away and we can talk in my bedroom.”
I felt a lot better talking about it in mom’s room. I stumbled through
the explanation and found myself shaking at some of my own
descriptions. I was both excited and confused.
My curiosity got the best of me and I finally asked, “What was Ben doing?”
Mom sighed, “I was going to have this talk with you when you got a
little older, but it seems that it can’t be put off any longer.
Your brother was masturbating. That is what it is called when boys play
with their penises to make themselves feel good. It’s also called
jerking off.”
I heard the term jerking off, but I never knew what it meant. I interrupted mom to make sure I understood her.
“Master what?” I asked.
“Masturbation. It’s what boys do when they can’t have sex with a girl.”
That description flipped my stomach. I had heard rumors, but I still didn’t know what was going on.
I also repeated, “Penis?”
“Yes, honey, penis. That’s the organ between a boy’s legs. They use it
to pee out of and also to have sex. It’s the sex part that I’ll have to
explain to you.”
Mom went on. Some of this I knew. I knew
about babies growing inside the mom. Mom now talked to me about how
sperm plus egg equals baby. That made sense and interested me more
scientifically than sexually.
She then went on to explain
that daddies put their penis inside the mothers’ vaginas and move them
around to get the sperm to the egg.
I must have scrunched up
my face with disgust at that because mom laughed. “I know it sounds
kind of gross now, but it’s actually very nice and enjoyable if it is
done right.”
“OK, mom, I got it. But what does this have to do with what Ben was doing. What was that? Masturbation?”
“Yes, masturbation. What Ben was doing was masturbating. He doesn’t
have a girl to do this with, so he uses his own hand instead of a
vagina.
Now what your brother is doing isn’t right. He’s getting the wrong idea of what sex between a woman and a man is.
He’s probably stimulating himself to orgasm as fast as he can. Rushing
it like that misses the whole point of intimacy of the act. If he keeps
on doing that, he’ll never satisfy a woman sexually.”
From this I got that sex between a man and woman was a good thing under the right circumstances.
“So is masturbation bad?” I asked.
“Not necessarily. Boys have urges and this is one of the ways they can
relieve those urges. It’s a lot safer than relieving them in other
ways.
However, if they do it too much like your brother, or
if they do it while fantasizing about the wrong things, it gives them a
bad view on how to relate to the women in their lives.”
“How do you know Ben does it too much? How much is too much?”
Mom laughed again, “I do the laundry around here. There is tell-tale
evidence on the staining on his sheets. Also, I clean his room. There
are a lot of caked-up tissues in his trash bin.
As for too
much, I don’t really have an answer for that. Lately it seems that he
has been doing it every day as best as I can tell.”
Mom and I sat there in silence for a while. Then she resumed and seemed to be angry. I was glad she was no angry at me.
“This is all too much!” she said. “Ben’s been getting out of hand
lately. His masturbation habit is too excessive and now that I have an
idea what he is masturbating to, I’m even more concerned.
He
is picking on you and your friends entirely too much. He doesn’t
respect you because you’re girls. He’s even been giving me some
pushback lately.
I have an idea for bringing both him and
his masturbation habit under control. I’ll need your help. It will be
good for him and it will be good for you.
Are you willing to help me?”
“Sure mom, what do I have to do?”
“Now it’s time for you to learn not only the facts of life, but the
true meaning of ‘Girl Power.’ I am suggesting something that some
members of my women’s group call ‘nude therapy.’ That’s where boys are
made to go naked around the house and in other controlled situations.
I thought it was a bit strict, but now I can see I was mistaken. I should have started this with Ben a long time ago.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! “Mom, does this mean I get to see Ben without his clothes on?”
“Precisely. And more than that. I’m going to put you in control of his masturbation.”
“How am I going to do that?”
“You’ll see. I’ll have to order some stuff on line, but I’ll show you
what to do. We can even start today, right after dinner. Not a word of
this to your brother. Just be patient for a little while longer.”
-=o=-
Ben stayed in his room the entire afternoon. He didn’t come down until
mom called him for dinner. Then he arrived sheepishly. I looked at him
and gave him a knowing smile. I felt a bit of a twinge inside knowing
that I had the power to make him uncomfortable just by looking at him.
Mom played it cool. She didn’t say a word about our conversation and
went about her business with dinner as if nothing had happened.
Nonetheless, Ben seemed nervous at dinner. I am sure he wanted to ask
me if I told mom what I caught him doing. However, with her there in
the kitchen, he didn’t have the opportunity.
It was then
that the thought struck me. Had I been a less honest girl, I could have
blackmailed him instead of telling mom. It’s a good thing that thought
came to me late. That train had left the station and I could no longer
be tempted by it.
Everything was cool until we finished
cleaning up after dinner. That’s when mom said, “I want to talk to you
kids in the living room.”
Ben’s face went pale. His head
dropped and he followed mom and me into the living room submissively.
His wait was over; he knew the game was up.
Mom opened right
up. “Ben, Betty told me what she caught you doing in your room this
afternoon. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Ben
fumbled with a, “Um … I … It was … “ and then trailed off into silence.
By this time he was intently focused on his toes apparently trying to
block out the presence of my mom and me.
Mom would not let
him off the hook. “Well, since you don’t want to speak for yourself,
I’ll speak for you. You’ve been a handful lately. You’ve been mean to
your sister and even rude with me. Your masturbation has gotten out of
control …”
At this point Ben cut her off, “MOM! Not in front of Betty.”
“Yes, in front of Betty. She is involved. She’s the one who caught you
doing it, and she’s the one who has been scandalized by what she saw:
not only what you were doing, but as well as what you were looking at
while you did it.
She is a very impressionable young girl
and that filth you were viewing does not show women in a good light.
It’s pornography. Real sex isn’t like that.
We’re going to
have to restore balance in the family and we might as well start now. I
want you to strip down for a spanking, young man.”
“Mom, I’m almost 15, I’m too old to spank!”
Mom laughed evilly, “Old enough to wank, old enough to spank.” I had no
idea what wank was, but I gleaned the meaning from the context.
“You can’t do this,” Ben protested.
“Mom countered with, “I pay your phone bill. I can have you removed
from the account. I can confiscate your computer, your X-box and every
other piece of equipment you have. Forget about a learner’s permit when
you get old enough.
I can make your life hell on earth if you cross me on this.”
Ben bowed his head meekly, “OK, but does it have to be pants down?”
“Not just pants down, but completely naked!”
“But she’ll see me,” he said pointing at me.
“SHE is your sister and the wronged party. She will be a witness to
your punishment and a lot more. Besides, she’s already seen you at your
most shameful best.
So, stop arguing and get your clothes
off. The longer you delay, the angrier I will get and the harder I will
hit and the more spanks I’ll be inclined to deliver.”
My
brother was defeated. If it all stopped here, I would have been happy.
Just seeing Ben humiliated like this made my stomach tumble. But there
was more to come.
I watched as Ben took off his clothing,
hesitating with each piece and stopping when he got down to his
underwear. I got a good look at his … penis … I’m glad mom taught me
the word, I’ll sound so grown up when I talk about this with my
friends. I could see his penis even though the underwear. It wasn’t
well-defined but the lump gave me a good idea.
“Is this enough?” Ben asked, fishing for an affirmative answer but really not expecting to get one.
“Naked means no clothes on at all; even underwear,” mom concluded.
Ben turned and lowered his last stich of clothing. I got to see his
white ass and giggled. Mom smiled back at me. We both knew how pink it
would look when she got done with him.
“Turn around,” mom ordered.
He did so with his hands covering the good stuff.
“Hands at your side!”
He did this and I finally got a good look at his penis and balls. The
view I got in his room was only fleeting. I studied it intently. Mom
noticed and allowed me a couple of minutes to take in the view. Ben’s
face became increasingly red.
Mom finally broke the silence.
She had a debate going on in her mind and finally came to a conclusion.
“I think first we will spank and then we’ll wank.”
Ben attempted to salvage the last vestige of his dignity as if being naked in front of two females left any dignity at all.
“Mom, don’t let Betty watch you spank me,” he pleaded.
Mom was a harsh judge. Once she had started down this path, she was determined to follow it through.
“No, she is staying and she will watch. Just be glad that’s all I’m
letting her do – for now – If you don’t stop complaining, I’ll have her
spank you after I’m done with you.”
The thought that I might
actually get to spank my older brother made my heart flutter as if on
the wings of a butterfly. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen – this
time.
Mom pulled Ben over her lap. I lost sight of his
penis, but I was OK with that. Watching him on the receiving end of a
spanking was worth it.
I was never spanked by mom, not can I
remember that my brother was either, yet mom conducted it like a
professional. She raised her arm and brought it down. At the last
moment she snapped her wrist as adeptly as wielding her tennis racquet
in a smash in response to a lob.
No doubt, this concentrated
the power of the blow and inflicted a sting to the spank. She raised
her arm again and my eyes followed it. Once again she brought it down,
this time striking a different part of Ben’s ass. It was then I noticed
the skin on his behind beginning to pinken.
Mom went at it
methodically, like a robot programmed in spanking, delivering spank
after spank in metronome-like regularity. Each time she selected a
slightly different part of Ben’s derriere until every square millimeter
was an even pink. From there, she continued, darkening areas she
previously spanked.
Ben took it stoically. He did not cry out, but his reddened eyes were leaking tears.
Mom finally stopped and commanded him to stand up.
She had him stand facing me. I noted that his penis was now bigger and
stood out straight from his body. Was this his reaction to the
spanking?
“That was for being so chauvinistic with your
sister and her friends. I’m not done with you yet. There is still the
matter of your masturbating. You’ve demonstrated that you cannot
control your urges in this area. Then there is what you jerk off to.
I know that I can’t stop you from getting to those sites. I am not
computer smart enough to do it and that you will figure out a way
around any barriers I put in place.
If you like looking at
girls when you jerk off, I can arrange that. From now on Betty and I
will be in charge of your masturbation. I know that you are a healthy
young man and the testosterone is running high in you.
At
15, your sexual urges are racing towards their peak. From what I heard,
masturbation is actually healthy for a boy of your age. But you do it
too much and under the wrong circumstances.
So I’m
designating Betty as your masturbatrix. Other women in my group have
done the same thing with their sons: had a girl of their age in charge
of them.”
I often wondered what kind of women’s group mom belonged to and if I could join.
“But mom, Betty’s only 11! She’s younger than me.” Ben protested.
“That’s true, but girls mature a lot faster than boys. She’s ready for this.
You will not masturbate without her permission. You will masturbate when she tells you to. I will leave that up to her.
To make sure you do not cheat, I ordered a chastity cage to fit over
your penis. It will prevent you from masturbating. You can still pee
with it on, but you will have to sit like us girls to do it.
Betty will have the key and I will keep the spare in case of emergencies or if she is not around for some reason.
We are going to start right now. I want you to stand here facing her.”
Ben tried to pull away when mom grabbed his penis. She gave him a swat
on his already sore rear end and reached down with her other hand and
grabbed the sack under his penis and that ended any thoughts of
rebellion.
Then she turned to me and said, “Before I start, I think it would be a good idea if I gave you an anatomy lesson.”
She went on to tell me about the different parts of a penis and I
learned terms like frenulum, meatus, corona and so on. I was amazed. I
didn’t even know the word penis before mom informed me. She explained
about his testicles or balls and how they were a boy’s weakest point
and that’s how she could control him with just her fingers.
She also went on and explained how boys got erections … she also taught me the street terms: boner, woody and hard-on.
“Penises get hard because muscles at the base contract and trap blood
in the organ. It’s sort of like filling up a balloon with air. The
trapped blood makes it stiff.
That’s *how* a boy gets an
erection. As to *why* a boy gets an erection is an entirely different
thing. Believe it or not, us girls cause them. When a boy looks at a
girl, he gets sexually excited and it makes him hard.
Ben
doesn’t get hard when he looks at you because you are his sister and he
sees you all the time. But that will probably change when you start
masturbating him. He will come to associate sexual pleasure with you.
He will also associate sexual pleasure with being dominated by you.
This will be an important part of adjusting his attitude towards all
girls.”
She wrapped her hand around his penis and started
moving it up and down the shaft. I noticed how the skin bunched up as
she pushed it back and forth over the head.
“What I am doing
is jerking him off: I agreed, it was a very apt term. It looked like
she was trying to jerk the organ off his body. “This simulates
intercourse; it is direct stimulation of the penis.”
Mom’s admonishment was hardly required. My entire attention was on what she was doing to him.
Ben stood there submissively and let her manipulate his penis. It was
almost like it wasn’t a part of him. It was certainly not under his
control. Mom, a girl, was in command of it at the moment.
Then it hit me. Ben’s penis what the epitome of Ben’s identity as a
boy. It is what made him a boy. Penises are the very definition of
maleness. Yet mom was using it as a demonstration item, a toy, to teach
me how boys work. His penis was both his maleness and his weakness.
I almost felt sorry for him, but my own joyful feelings overrode
whatever sympathy I had for my brother. It was payback for all the
times he tormented me, but it was more than that. It was us girls (OK,
mom was a lot older girl) that were in command of a boy!
For
so long, I had been on the lower end of the relationship with my
brother, he being both older and male, that this role reversal had my
head swimming in a current of female joy.
Mom stopped after a moment and pointed out a drop of clear, viscous liquid dangling from his pee hole.
“This is called pre-cum. It’s used to help lubricate the vagina when a
boy has intercourse. Women also produce lubrication of their own. It is
a sure sign that you are getting a boy excited when you can make him
leak like this.
Physical stimulation will cause it, but even teasing a boy without touching his penis will make it happen.
Come on, touch it with your finger and rub it between them. See what it feels like.”
I took my finger and touched the very end of Ben’s pee hole. His penis flinched and so did I.
“Don’t worry about it, honey. You’re not hurting him. It just means that his penis is very sensitive at the moment.”
I sniffed at my finger. It really didn’t smell like anything. I rubbed it around like mom suggested.
“It’s slippery and sticky all at once!” I remarked.
Mom smiled at me and resumed masturbating him.
She was at it a couple more minutes when the rest of Ben’s body started to stiffen up. His breathing became irregular.
Mom said, “Pay attention. It’s going to happen any moment.”
Just then a pulse of white liquid leapt from the end of his penis. Ben
groaned. Mom kept pumping and another shot came flying out. I screeched
and put my hands to my face then giggled. I watched in amazement as
squirt after squirt came from his penis.
Mom kept him at it until the shots diminished to dribbles.
Ben was swaying. Mom let got and looked at him with sympathy. “OK Ben,” she said, “You can sit down.
She explained to me, “Masturbating is a lot of fun for boys, but it is draining.
Boys Ben’s age have remarkable recovery powers though. We could
probably do him again in a half hour, but I think we’ll let him rest
for tonight. Tomorrow is a different story. It’s Saturday and we’ll
have all day to play with him. I’ll let you try it then.
I’ve ordered the chastity device to be delivered overnight, so it
should arrive tomorrow and I’ll show you how to fit that on him and use
it.
In the meantime, Ben will be naked for the rest of the evening and all day tomorrow”
And that is how I got control over my brother. I thought it could not
get better than this until a couple of days later when mom told me,
“Mrs. Mercer and Mrs. Holden are in my women’s group. I’ll let them
know about our new arrangement. I’m sure they will want their daughters
to help you with Ben’s training.
I could not believe it! My best friends Tina and Faye are going to be in on this. What fun sleepovers we will have!