The following story is done as a letter to the advice column "It's Not Fair!" in the monthly magazine Boy Stuff published for boys six to twenty.  The letters are usually from boys who protest and complain about things they don't like generally about lack of privacy and that (frequently younger) girls are in charge.  Occasionally, there are other kinds such as this one from a girl.  The editors decided that it was more appropriate for the sister magazine Teen Miss which is concerned with girls' issues and so it was published there.  

This story contains scenes of spanking and domination of young teens.  If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  The fictitious drug Puericilâ„¢ is described at puericilInfo.htm.

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It's Not Fair
Sandy's Letter 2

By

Red Rover <[email protected]>
Sandy (16 years old)
 
 
 
Dear Dr Baker.
 
Well, I turned 16 in March as I told you in my previous letter. But that’s about all the good news. I have now been put on Puericil-G as my mother threatened to do a few months ago. Worst of all, I am now under the full charge of a boy two years younger than I am. You remember me telling you about the Baxter twins, Donnie and Donna who live a couple doors away. Well they turned 14 a few days after I turned 16. Mummy (which is what I have to call her now) made Robbie and me attend her birthday party in our pajamas, which was embarrassing. Fortunately it was a small party, but the Baxter twins are #3 and #4 of six kids so we had kids both older and younger than us. But the real humiliation was at the opening of presents.
 
Donnie got a package labeled “From Sandy” – which I knew nothing about. Inside was a heavy wooden hairbrush with “For Sandy’s Bottom” engraved on the back. I was devastated. Then Donna opened her present “From Robbie” and it was an identical hairbrush with “For Robbie’s Bottom” engraved on it. Robbie went pale and then blushed bright red – just as I had done a few minutes before.
 
Then Mummy said, “I think Sandy and Robbie should take Donald and Donna’s birthday spankings for them, don’t you all?”
 
Mrs. Baxter, Aunt Laura and the Baxter kids all laughed and applauded. So I went over Donald’s knee, he lowered my PJ bottoms and gave me 15 hard spanks with the hairbrush on my bare bottom. Of course, I was howling in pain half way though and blubbering like a baby when he let me up.  Then Robbie went over Donna’s knee and got the same, with about the same result. Then as we were standing there crying and rubbing our sore bottoms, Mummy made the REALLY scary announcement.
 
“You all know that I have been talking about putting Sandy on Puericil-G like Robbie is on regular Puericil. Well we will be going to the doctor next week to get her started. AND, we were hoping that Robbie would have matured enough to take care of her, but that hasn’t happened, so they will both need supervision while I am at work.” (Mummy worked from noon to 8 PM five days a week. Aunt Laura used to babysit us, but she had changed shifts, too) “So we have worked it out so that Donald and Donna will move into our house and take over the supervision of the children.” Great!! Robbie and I were now “children” even though we were both older than D&D.
 
Robbie and I were in such a state of shock that we both stood there with our PJ’s down around our ankles, never even thinking about pulling them back up, even though a dozen people were looking at our bare bottoms and privates. Robbie managed to croak out a pitiful, “But, but, but…” In turn, I livened up the party by losing control of my bladder.
 
That, of course, led to a parade to the bathroom where I was stripped and put into the tub by Donald and Donna who washed me off and dried me with a towel. Since my PJ bottoms were wet, Mrs. Baxter put them into a plastic bag and I went back to the living room bare from the waist down. Robbie was allowed to pull his PJ’s back up so I was the only bare-bottomed person in the room. Aunt Laura wanted to have me spanked again for wetting myself, but Mummy decided I had had enough for one day. (Which has got to be the understatement of the century.) Walking back home bare-bottomed, I was terrified that somebody might see me, but we didn’t meet anybody.
 
That was Saturday. On Sunday, the twins moved into our house. Donald got Robbie’s bedroom and Donna got mine. This left me and Robbie sharing a double bed in the guest room. Mummy wanted to get us twin beds or bunk beds, but Aunt Laura said it was too much money and that we were just little children and it was OK for us to share a bed. (I really hate that old bitch!) Robbie was more upset than I was because he thought that I would be wetting the bed and making him uncomfortable. But Donald said that he would put me in diapers if that happened.
 
Oh, and now we have to call the twins “Mister Donald” and Miss Donna” to emphasize their authority over us. And we have to call Mama “Mummy” even in public. Of course, they call Mummy “Mrs. K” in public and “Marcy” in private. And the Wicked Witch of the West – as we now call Aunt Laura - is full of praise for their “maturity” and “good judgement” and acts like they were adults all the time. In fact sometimes when we are in bed, often sniveling, we can hear the four of them sitting around the kitchen table and talking about things like they were all grown-ups and we were babies. It doesn’t help that Donald is 5-11 and weighs 175 pounds and Donna is 5-7 and weighs 130. They are both good athletes and much stronger than either of us. They both could pass for 18-19 years old. Robbie is 5-2 and I am 5-1 and we look like little kids beside these two monsters. No longer are we four teenagers. Now Robbie and I are the little kids and D&D are like grownups in the eyes of everybody.
 
Sunday night, D&D put us into the tub together for the first time since I was 7 and Robbie was 5. Donna even dropped in a couple of rubber ducks so we could “play” while we soaked. They left us there for almost 20 minutes while they watched TV with Mummy and Laura in the living room. Then it was “scrubby time” and our pitiful little bodies were washed by the two of them along with much hilarity (on their part) and plenty of hand-to-body contact, especially around our private parts. Then we were given our pacifiers, toweled dry and led to the bedroom where we put on our PJ’s and were tucked into bed. I think we lay there sobbing in each other’s arms. For almost an hour before we cried ourselves to sleep.
 
On Thursday, I am going to a new doctor. She is a pediatrician, which is humiliating enough, and also the only doctor in town who handles Puericil-G patients. Worse yet, Donald will be coming with me and be present throughout the entire session so he can learn to take care of my personal stuff, like I was a 2 year old instead of a young woman. Last night, he and Donna took Mummy’s razor and shaved off all of my measly patch of pubic hair so now I am as bare as a 9 year old down there.
 
It’s all so unfair!
 
 
 
 
 
Dr Baker Responds:
 
 
 
Hello Sandy,
 
I am sorry that the transition to Puericil G has been so traumatic for you. But it was unrealistic for your mother to expect Robbie to mature enough in a short time to be able to take care of you. Boys taking Puericil are not usually good leaders and caregivers, their maturity is delayed along with their aggressive tendencies. A boy (or girl) needs a certain amount of aggressiveness to be able to take care of other children. Since neither you nor Robbie is as mature as other kids your age, it will be a difficult transition for you.
 
I do agree that your treatment at the Baxter’s birthday party was a bit extreme. It sounds like your Aunt Laura was the instigator there. She seems to be a bit of a control freak and a domineering personality, judging by the way she treats you and your mother. I hope that she stays out of the picture as much as possible, you need to be disciplined and sometimes embarrassed, but not totally humiliated.
 
On the other hand the Baxter twins sound like a good choice for bringing you and Robbie up for the next couple of years. They seem to be very level-headed and it seems that they care about you and Robbie very much. I am sure it is hard on them, too. They have to act as parents when they are still kids themselves. So they will miss out on some of the things that young teens do while having to take care of you and Robbie. But I am sure it will be a maturing experience for them as well.
 
I am looking forward to hearing about your initial experiences while taking Puericil-G. There is not a lot in the literature yet about Puericil-G, although the initial reports seem to be very positive.
 
Paul D. Baker, Ph.D.