Pen Pal

By Mike L

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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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This story is set in the Puericil Universe.

Dear Pen Pal,

This is so cool. I can’t wait to hear all about your thirteenth birthday party in your next letter. And I promise to write all about mine at the end of the month. I know we will only be one year older but we will be teenagers and now our families can start treating us like men. Ok young men but men none the less and not little kids. I can’t believe we live thousands of miles apart but have so much in common. I must tell you, you have the best taste in video games. Of course you like the same ones as me, Call of Duty is awesome. I also understand your pain about having a nosy, bossy little sister who thinks she is so smart and so much more grown up. OK my sister, Elizabeth, is only a minute or so younger than me and your sister Marla is a whole 13 months younger but I am still older too. They both think just because they are starting to grow boobs that they can be little moms. Little sisters are a pain. We can both agree on that.

I know you don’t like the idea of starting Puericil either but at least you will get to take yours orally. I hate the idea of getting mine up the butt I don’t plan to tell anyone about that but you, Carlo. Even though we live so far apart, I think of you as my best friend too! And best friends don’t have to keep secrets from each other no matter how embarrassing. I haven’t told anyone about your troubles wetting the bed. And you have never told anyone about my mom still giving me baths and making me call her to check my bottom after I poop, like I can’t wipe myself or something. I love my mom but she doesn’t get that I am almost a man and need more privacy.

I know you don’t have your own room like me and so Marla can walk in on you any time which must suck. That was smart of you to start changing in the bathroom. My mom and dad still won’t let me have a lock for my room, even though Elizabeth has had one for years. I tried again but no deal.

It sounds so warm there, I wish it was warmer here. Don’t get me wrong I love snow and sledding but being able to go swimming year round sounds so cool to me. I would love to see Stephanie Clark in a bikini right now, that would really warm me up. Someday maybe you can come and visit us and see what snow is like and I can come and visit you and go swimming at the beach in January. I know you have told me it is no fun to have to wear a uniform to school everyday, especially those old style shorts that no one has thought to make longer. It is much cooler to be able to wear whatever you want to school, I agree. Well it would be even better if I was allowed to choose all of my own clothing. Mom still won’t let me have boxers, maybe for my birthday. Now that is embarrassing, hoping to get underwear for my birthday! I wouldn’t tell that to anyone but you.

OK I gotta go now but first I want say: HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY!

Your Best Friend,
Mike

PS I hope you like the gift, it was all my mom would let me send. And don’t forget to write soon!

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Dear Pen Pal,

Thanks for the birthday presents. I can’t believe you and your family made these instruments. The Marcas are cool. The guiro is cool too but as you will hear it hasn’t been all fun for me. Your birthday sounds amazing. On the beach with your family and friends, I can’t believe so many people came to your party. I also can’t believe that they stripped you naked in front of every one and gave you your birthday spankings. I am so glad you had one of the shirts I sent you for your birthday to put on afterwards. I was hoping to send you something better but that is all my mom would let me send. I am so glad it is cool for you to have shirts that say USA. And I am so happy they gave you a bit of cover after your birthday spanking. I mean I know you said they didn’t spank you hard and that it is common to have your pants pulled down for the birthday spanking, only for boys of course, but it wasn’t right for them to take off all of your clothes just because you don’t have hair. And as you said your favorite classmate, Gabriella was there and she even gave you your last spank for good luck. I would have been embarrassed too. Still I am glad you said it wasn’t all bad, it was still cool to get presents and to now be a teenager.

I am glad to be a teenager too and my birthday was a mixed bag too. The actual birthday party was mostly fine. I mean I was embarrassed to get a birthday spanking too but mine was done with my pants up. I blush to think about it but I think it might have been fun if Stephanie had given me my spanking. I hate that my mom let my sister give me my spanking. I mean I didn’t get to give my sister her birthday spanking, mom did hers. Still if it wasn’t my sister’s birthday too I don’t know that so many girls would have been at my birthday party. It is both fun and embarrassing to remember Stephanie and the other girls helping to hold me down while my sister spanked me. I did get lots of cool presents, so I can’t complain.

The worst part of my birthday was in the morning before my party. I mean I knew my mom would want to give me a bath before the party but I had hoped to convince her to let me do it myself now that I am a teenager. Instead my mom said that bath time would be when I get my suppository of Puericil. That means I won’t be able to bath myself for a long time from now, at least not as long as I have to take Puericil. It is tough being a boy. I know you said oral Puericil doesn’t taste too good and that you might prefer to take it up the butt but I don’t like. Especially now, my mom is getting my sister to help her. Can you believe that? I can’t, it sucks. I mean my sister has always been free to come into the bathroom when my mom is giving me a bath which I have always hated and yelled about. I am never allowed in the bathroom if my sister is in there. But this is just awful because not only is my sister allowed to come in and get something but she is actually in the bathroom to help mom with me. To make matters worse, Mom told my sister and me that now that she was 13,she would have to start helping with me. If mom is busying or something she might even be the one to check and see if I have wiped or give me my bath and Puericil. As you can imagine I was not too happy about this and actually neither was Elizabeth. I thought together we might convince my mom to not do this but then mom told my sister that since she was taking on more responsibility she would also get to decide on my punishments. Then she came around to mom’s side. I know my sister hates touching my bottom if it isn’t clean and thinks it is gross. I just know she will always decide to give me a spanking, mom doesn’t spank me unless I really mess up. My sister will be more strict, I just know it. If it had been up to my sister I would have been given a spanking right there because I put up such a fuss but mom said no because it was my birthday but that if it kept it up I would get a spanking in the future. I think that is why she let my sister spank me at the birthday party to make it up to her and to send me a warning. My sister spanked me pretty hard too. I mean I didn’t cry but she was surely enjoying it. She decided to use the guiro you sent me for my birthday to spank me, you know it is sort of flat on the backside of it and it has a handle. So my sister has decreed that she can use it to make music on my bottom. She thinks she is so funny when she comes up with things like that! Mom thought it was funny too and so now it is the official paddle when I need a spanking. And it really does hurt!

The rest of my birthday was fine but the following weekend things took a turn for the worst. My mom told Elizabeth to give me a bath and my Puericil herself. I was so mad. I ran into my room and refused to go to the bathroom. I was surprised when Elizabeth stormed into my room with the guiro. I thought my mom would come for sure too. But before I knew it, Elizabeth grabbed me by the ear and pulled me over a chair. She then pulled down my pants and spanked me so hard. I cried like a little baby and begged her to stop. I never knew she could be so strong. I didn’t know what I could do but cry. She did make the bath a little cool for my sore bottom afterwards. Mom praised my sister for doing such a good job and scolded me for not being better for my sister. I was mad at my mom but I cried again when she yelled at me.

I now understand about how bad it is has been for to have your little sister help your mom. I remember you having told me about how your mom has gotten your sister to help clean you up in the morning when you wet the bed, while your mom takes care of the sheets. At least that is not everyday, my sister now is a part of my bath routine everyday. Just the other day I cried as my mom made me stand to wash me and I had a stiffy in front of her and Elizabeth. Elizabeth started to giggle which is really what cause me to cry. I told mom that I was getting bigger now and that I should not be seen by her or my sister and especially when I have a stiffy. Mom just laughed and then she grabbed the wooden stick that comes the guiro to play it. The guiro is kept handy when I am taking a bath to keep me from complaining too much. Anyway mom holds the stick up next to my stiffy. She and my sister laugh that I am not that big. My mom then pronounces that when I am bigger then the stick I will be allowed to take a bath myself and be man enough to stop Puericil. She and my sister thought that was funny and started laughing. I just turn red because they are laughing but it made me excited to think I could out grow all this and become a man some day. I can’t wait!

The thing is, later I snuck back to the bathroom and measured the stick and myself. I am now almost four inches hard and the stick is like over seven and half inches long. I know you use metric, so for you to understand, I am about 10 centimeters and the stick is more like 20 centimeters long. Only 10 little centimeters and I will me a man. It isn’t that much when you look at it but still it seems like so much. I mean it has taken me 13 years to get this big I hope it doesn’t take me another 13 years to get twice as big. That means I would be like 26 years old before I could stop Puericil! I sure hope not!

Well I better turn off my light and get to bed before Elizabeth comes and yells at me. She thinks she can boss me around all the time now.

Your Best Friend,
Mike

PS I haven’t been playing Call of Duty much either. You should try DeBlob it is lots of Fun!

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Dear Pen Pal,

I am surprised that your mom has given your sister so much control over you too. I know she just had her 12^th Birthday but still you are older than her and bigger than her too! Still I know what you mean about size not being the only sign of strength. I try to make myself scarce when my sister is in a bad mood. I hate when she yells, my butt tightens up just worrying she might spank it.

I didn’t know that all the little kids in your neighbor often get baths while playing at the river on the weekend. I can’t believe your sister is now making you go there just because she has to watch you and your younger siblings too. And the fact that your other girl classmates are there watching over their brothers and sisters can’t be fun either. I mean your sister Marla is there and she and all her classmates don’t have to get undressed. And you said Gabriella is there and your other female classmates and they don’t have to get undressed either. It sounds like the girls stop having to be naked around 6 or 7 years old and now you still have to be naked at 13^th. You said there are other older boys like you there too, so at least you are not alone. Ever since your village started Puericil, I guess they don’t think it matters if you still wash naked at the river, like the other little kids. I mean I am not calling you little Carlo, I mean the town is thinking you are little. I don’t have it much better so I am not making fun of you trust me. You are right though the worst is that any of the girls can spank you. I would hate it if any of my classmates could spank me if I am being a bad boy.

I might not be naked at the river where everyone can see me but my sister’s friends, who are my classmates too, have been around when my sister is taking care of me and many of them have seen me too. I mean I used to get a bath in the morning or at night and we never seemed to have people over but not anymore. My sister, who now gives me most of my baths, tells me when she has time and that is when I get my bath. Unfortunately the best time to her is not always the best time to me. One afternoon, I had just finished a science project with my partner, Stephanie, and yes not just any Stephanie but Thee Stephanie Clark. I pleaded with my sister to wait until Stephanie went home. But Stephanie said she didn’t mind and even seemed eager to help. I cried as Stephanie took my clothes off and Elizabeth ran my bath. At least Stephanie washed me very gently. She doesn’t have a brother so I don’t think she has seen many nude boys. I was stiff the whole time and then as she washed my pee pee I spurted white stuff so hard. I got so dizzy I had to sit back down. I had never done that before. I mean I knew it would happen some day but wow. No one told me it would feel so good! Elizabeth seemed mad and asked me why I never did that when she gave me a bath. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to make my sister mad and I was too shy to say I just really like Stephanie. That seems kind of silly now, I think she must know I liked by her now. I mean I was hard the whole time and she made me spurt for the first time. Do you think she knows I like her? I wonder if she likes me, I hope so.

Anyway my sister has been on the war path ever since. She said I can’t touch myself without her permission. So now I have a new rule. No spurting without my sister’s permission. I even have to use the bathroom with the door open and my bed room door usually has to stay open too. I am surprised I still have a door.

Well I hope Elizabeth stops being so angry with me and maybe I could go a day or two without getting spanked. That is my new goal, don’t do anything to make Elizabeth angry! I sure hope Marla is being nicer to you.

Your Best Friend,
Mike

PS Have you started to spurt? It sure feels great!

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Dear Pen Pal,

I know you say it to no fun for you that the girls have “races” to see which boy they can get to spurt the fastest but I promise you if you lived with my sister you might just wish to be back in those embarrassing competitions. It has been over 2 weeks since I was last allowed. Just writing you about it makes me itch for relief.

Well I have some exciting news. Elizabeth has given me permission to be friends with Stephanie. We aren’t exactly boyfriend and girlfriend but we are more friends now. I don’t like that she is allowed to boss me around or even spank me just like my sister but it is nice to have her around sometimes. I am sorry to hear that Gabriella is now dating an older boy. I know that must make you sad. I couldn’t tell whether you are happy that she sometimes drags you along with them when they go out. I honestly worry that Stephanie is seeing someone, you know someone more mature. I couldn’t blame her I guess but it would make me sad too.

I stopped being apart of the wrestling team at school. My heart just wasn’t into anymore. I think they may soon stop having a team altogether, no one seems all that interested in it anymore. Elizabeth is on the swim team at school and I think I might go out for that. She thinks it would be good for me to stay in shape. I never liked the idea of wearing those small little suits that the guys wear. There was talk of getting rid of the boy’s uniforms at our school but thankfully they just switched them. Thankfully not all the schools we complete against used Puericil and there was talk that no swim suite would slow us down and give other teams an advantage. I did hear that the new uniforms are all white and kind of sheer when wet. I have been practicing at the local YMCA as I don’t want to make Elizabeth mad at me for not trying my best.

I am getting pretty fast at the Y. The Y is now more like when you go to the river with your sister. None of the boys at the Y wear suites anymore. It really is embarrassing but unfortunately no one seems to care except the boys. The lock rooms used to be private too. But then at first you would see a mom or two come in and now it doesn’t matter who comes. One day after swimming, I was going over to Stephanie’s to have dinner with her family and she just came into the locker room and helped me get dressed. She also brought her younger sister! I wanted to say I could get dressed myself but I just know she would have either laughed at me or scold me and so I just let her help me.

Both Stephanie and Elizabeth are fine with me and you writing to each other. I am glad Marla is OK with you writing to me too. Write back soon!

Your Best Friend,
Mike

PS I just started wetting the bed lately and mom says if I can’t get it in under control I may have to wear diapers to bed.

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