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St: My Cousin and I -- Part 3 (t/b, t/m, t/t, spank, shave, sex)
The story continues. Of course, this is fiction. It contain
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My Cousin and I -- Part 3
by
Y. Lee Coyote
Introduction -- told by Ike
After I finished college I got a job too far to commute so I was
not physically able to tend to the discipline of my cousin Allan.
I know the last year was very strange because he was watching over
me -- perhaps even more than I was watching him. By putting Allan
in the position of being in charge of me forced him to control
himself better and give him a great big boost in growing up. The
situation was difficult because neither his mom nor mine really
could do the job. At sixteen he was feeling his oats (or more
precisely, his testosterone) and needed a firm hand both physically
and emotionally.
Unfortunately, there was a downside to this scheme: it was
stressful for Allan. It did enable me to avoid some stress myself
-- that of spanking Allan. I always found that to be a very
painful duty. Next year he would be a senior and it was essential
that he not mess up and I did not expect to be around. I had to
find a substitute to fill the job.
Regrettably, there really was not any adult male available to do
the job. Years ago we could have gotten the leader of a youth
group or a neighbor to do it, but with law suits and kiddy abuse
laws that not possible any more. Then I had an idea based on the
two thoughts: First, when you give kids responsibility they tend
to behave better and, second, peer approval is very important to
adolescents. This was the deal -- I would get his buddies Tim and
Ken to be in charge of Allan. If he misbehaved, then the issue
would be discussed and a vote of two or more would determine the
punishment. They were honor bound to be fair. Without telling
Allan, I told them they could call me anytime for advice.
Another Report Card Day -- told by Allan
I was not happy with my first senior year report card nor was there
any doubt that mom would not be either. If Ike had been around, I
knew what he would have done. I also knew that the situation
needed correction and I wished I had been doing as well as I did
last year. I showed the horror to Tim and Ken (as I was honor
bound to do) and they said they would be around later in the
evening.
Mom reacted just like I expected and refused to sign it until after
I had my discussion with Tim and Ken latter. When they showed up,
she even indicated that she was very disappointed in me and
expected that they would be very strict. Actually this was the
first real test of the special arrangement that Ike had setup.
We went downstairs to Ike's room and talked a long time. In view
of last year grades it was impossible to explain all my C's except
for my own negligence. The conclusion was that I was not paying
proper attention to my studies and playing around far to much.
Gosh, it sounded just like the problems that Ike had last year.
"Shit, if I don't straighten out, then I'm not going get into a
good college!" I thought to myself.
Tim and Ken had talked about things earlier and were prepared with
some stiff penalties. First, they ordered me to get the hairbrush
and leave my clothes up in my room. When I returned, they told me
what they had decided. The rules were going to change immediately.
I had an early curfew and bedtime, very limited TV, and was
grounded except for Saturday afternoons and evenings for at least a
month and until my grades improved significantly (whichever came
later). They had even printed out all the rules and I had to sign
a pledge to obey them.
I had more freedom back when I was in seventh grade. But there was
no place to appeal for they were my judges and the jury of my
peers. I don't think that I could have accepted such strict rules
from mom. Looking back, all they were just good work rules that I
had forgotten to keep for myself. They were strict to force me to
catch up.
Of course, you know what the hairbrush was for. Tim got to do the
honors first. "Since you acted as a little boy, you will be
spanked like one. Get over my lap." he ordered with an air of
authority I never expected from him. Even before the first spank,
I felt bad. Here I was -- a young man of sixteen -- about to be
spanked like a little boy by two of my peers. Peers that I had
given broad authority over me. Peers that I could not sweet talk
out of doing what was right.
Tim tapped my butt with the brush to get my full attention.
"Allan, you are going to make significant changes to get your
grades to where they belong." Then the brush came crashing on my
right check -- crashing down real hard. WHACK!! I thought that I
could act like a macho guy and just take it in silence. But even
that first blow hurt so much that I howled.
"Good start, Tim." stated Ken. I knew they were very serious. The
brush continued its attack on my butt. My eyes were soon full of
tears as little boys being spanked are want to do in this position.
As Tim brought the hard, heavy hairbrush down onto my tender butt
over and over, I could not help myself but to cry. I felt ashamed
sounding like a little kid. Then things got worse for I started to
bawl like a baby.
Eventually, Tim stopped and I was being held by the two of them as
I bawled. Then I was crying and they were lecturing me about
paying attention to my school work. They were acting so adult that
I felt just like a little kid. As I calmed down I was making
promises -- truly sincere promises -- to do better.
"We have also decided to give you one more motivation, Allan, to
really improve your grades." stated Ken. "Until you're back to a B
average, you are not allowed to have pubes." With that Tim pushed
me back flat on the bed while Ken started to clip my pubes with a
clipper he took from his pocket. I was not able to even start to
object before he had the job half done. When he finished with the
clipper, Ken went and got a wet washcloth, a razor and the shaving
cream. As I was being stripped of the sign of my manhood, I
realized how everyone would know in gym the next day. I cried some
more.
When I was back to normal, well at least composed and with a washed
face they took me back up stairs to see mom. Yes, they took me
still naked. They poop-pooped my objections by pointing out that
mom had changed my diapers and bathed her little hairless boy for
many years. They stood by me while I asked her to sign my report
card and showed her my signed pledge. She surely noted that I was
hairless and had a red butt but said nothing about that. She
signed the card and said that I should go bed.
Later, I learnt that she had a long talk with Tim and Ken to thank
them for their help.
Breaking Curfew -- told by Tim
It was almost a month since we had to severely discipline Allan on
report card day. What he never knew was that Ken and I had called
Ike and discussed what was appropriate action. Neither of us would
have been anywhere that tough on our buddy otherwise. Ike was
right, for Allan accepted everything we threw at him and, more
important, and then really hit the books hard. He never showed one
tiny bit of resentment to either of us. Ike sure had his number.
I was actually looking forward to letting him have his pubes again
now that the month was almost up as I felt sorry for him. He got
quite a lot of razzing in gym but managed to retain his cool and
ignore it. On the other hand, he did not want to date because he
felt so boyish without them. Then one evening my mom had me run an
errand downtown and that was Allan's misfortune. After I did what
I had to, I decided to drop into the 'Ye Olde Soda Shoppe' (it has
a stupid old English name but great ice cream). Allan was there
making goo-goo eyes at Mary-Ellen. It was definitely past his
curfew. Ike had warned us that we must be very firm with Allan or
he would take advantage of us.
I had a private word with him and told him that he was in deep
shit. He could either take Mary-Ellen home or just tell her that
his mom need him home immediately. In either case, Ken and I would
see him a little latter in his room. He had better be waiting for
us naked and with his pubes freshly shaven. He winced at that
order but knew he had better just do it.
I called Ken while Allan made his excuses with Mary-Ellen. It was
nice talking with her as she finished the treat that Allan had paid
for and then I took her home. I'll have to get do that some time
when I'm not so pressed for time preferably not on a school night.
A little latter, Ken and I were at Allan's place. We talked about
the breaking of the rules and how he had pledged to keep to them.
He tried to tell us he was only a little late but he had to admit
that was because I had spotted him. We discussed the punishment
and decided on three things. First, the month was extended by a
fortnight. Second, he was required to shave his pubes three times
a week as a special reminder that he was only a little boy in terms
of privileges. Third, he was going to get three of the best as
they say back in merry old England.
Ken had been in a novelty shop three weeks ago and saw the cane.
He thought it was interesting and bought it. He had been
practicing with it for a couple of weeks on a cushion just like the
school story mentioned. Now he was going to use it on Allan.
Allan was definitely unhappy with the idea. "For centuries school
boys have been caned in England and survived. Some of them have
even learnt to behave and keep their promises." Ken preached. He
was crestfallen for he had not kept his promises. It took careful
placement to have enough room the swing the thing. "Another thing,
Allan, it's considered proper form to suffer in silence and NOT to
yell."
Ken raised the cane and brought it down on the target. I watched
in amazement as a red line appeared on Allan's ass. We could tell
that Allan was hurting and waited until he was ready for the second
stroke. The second line appeared right below the first. Allan
managed to keep his teeth tightly clenched and quiet. Then the
third blow. It was clear that either caning was real easy or that
Ken had really practiced to get it right for the line appeared
below the other two. Allan sighed with relief and collapsed on his
bed.
We stayed with him a few minutes and he thanked us for helping him
and regretted his transgressions.
The next day the track marks (Ken explain they were called that)
were definitely visible when he was in the locker room. I'm sure
that they were noticed but no one actually spoke of them. I think
that they were getting to expect strange things with Allan.
Allan Gets it in the End -- told by Ken
Allan does not know when to keep his big mouth shut and today it
got him into big trouble. He was having an intense discussion with
Killer while they were in the locker room after gym. Some might
even call it an argument. Despite his name Killer is really a nice
guy but big and tough; he got his nickname when he saved a kid from
a dog by strangling it when he was only twelve. Suddenly, without
any reason, Allan started making personal remarks that were quite
inappropriate. He disparaged the size of Killer's cock which,
truth be told, does look pretty small in its flaccid state that we
see it the showers. I broke the discussion up at that point and
told Allan that the three of us were going to have a bit of a
meeting.
We had our little meeting at lunch. I reminded him how this was
not the first offence in this way for he had once got it for
taunting me for not having pubes (a problem he was now very
familiar with). The vote was 3-0 that the remark was improper, he
was to apologize to Killer and be punished. The vote was 2-1 that
Killer be invited to witness the punishment. Allan tried to talk
us out of that, but that just convinced us that Ike was right to
suggest it.
We were able to get Killer to talk with us just then. After Allan
apologized and told him that he was going to be punished, Killer
noted that the insult was in public so that he should apologize the
same way. We agreed and then we made Killer swear to keep secret
what we were going to tell him. Allan was going to strapped and he
was invited to watch.
After school the four of us went to the woods at the end of town.
We went to our usual spot where there was a fallen tree. It
provided the perfect spanking bench. Allan dropped his pants and
leaned over the tree. He should have know better than to try a
cheap stunt like that.
"That will be three extra for not dropping your briefs." snapped
Tim. "And you can strip completely." Allan knew the rules and
absolute obedience was required so soon he was buck naked and in
position. Killer was smiling broadly and I could see that his
pants were getting tight. Evidentially his package was not as
small as we thought. Both Tim and I pulled our belts from our
pants. As always, we alternated strokes. It easy to do that since
Tim is a southpaw.
WHACK! went my belt and after a ten second pause WHACK! went Tim's.
As the two red stripes formed on his butt Allan counted: "One."
A few painful minutes later Allan counted: "Ten."
"You get two minutes rest before the extras." I said. Allan knew
better than the get up or talk. Killer was impressed.
"He looks just like a baboon bitch in heat with that hot red
swollen bottom." Killer laughed. "Just like at the zoo and good
enough for a man to fuck."
Tim and I looked at our guest. He had opened his pants and was
stroking his erect cock. It was not giant size but it certainly
was well over average. Big enough to be in a prono flick but not
as the star. In his other hand he had a condom. It was clear what
he wanted to do. Tim and I nodded to each other as Killer rolled
the rubber over his shaft. We both knew that Allan was not a
virgin and liked to be taken sexually.
"Yeah." both Tim and I agreed, "A very fuckable piece of hot ass."
Allan tightened his butt and looked even more fuckable.
"Now the extras, Allan." declared Tim. We started to strap him
again.
"One ... Two ... Three."
Killer went over to Allan and pressed his shaft on the vulnerable
hole. He also placed his hands on his back. "Stay still Allan" I
commanded sharply.
Killer continued: "Just relax, Allan. If it was as small as you
thought, it would not hurt a bit even if you did not relax. But
you better relax." Killer pressed forward and Allan slowly yielded
to the hard rod pressed forward by 100 kilos of horny teen.
When Killer had enough, he pulled out and ordered Allan to turn
around. "Get your briefs." Allan did as he was told. Killer
pushed him down on his knees and pulled off the filled scum bag.
"Not so little, is it boy?"
"No, Sir."
"Enough to choke you, boy?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Don't you forget that!" and he leaned forward so that his still
hard rod was at Allan's lips. Allan moved forward and took it into
his mouth and started to suck. Killer encouraged him until he was
ready to shoot again. He pulled out and blasted his load on
Allan's face.
"Wipe my cock off, boy."
As Allan dried Killer's cock off with his own briefs, Killer
graciously offered to help anytime the boy needed another lesson in
manners or anything else. He then closed up his pants and left.
We got Allan over the log again so that we could fuck him
simultaneously at both ends. Twice. We made Allan jerk off before
we allowed him to get dressed.
Allan was very quiet was we walked home. When we were almost home,
Allan confided that he deserved what he got and promised to be very
careful in the future.
Have to give Allan some credit, for the next day he apologized to
Killer in the locker room.
Taking Possession -- told by Killer
I had suspected that Allan has some strange relationship with Tim
and Ken because of his different behavior when they were around. I
must admit that I was surprised at how they had such control over
him and that he not only accepted it but seemed to like it. Also,
I noticed his shaven pubes and cute butt in locker room long before
I got to see it strapped and to fuck it. After he apologized
publically, it was easy to be friendly with him. I got to know all
the details after a few weeks and, since I was in a lot of the same
classes, exactly how he was doing academically. Then I spoke to
him about his grades. I felt that he was not doing quite as well
as he should be and that it was my duty to tell his controllers so
that they could take action.
He promised that he would work harder and do better and begged me
not to tell. "They'll use the strap or hairbrush on me." he
explained. "I really hate that."
"Why not just a plain spanking by hand?"
"I'm not sure, but they don't. Maybe because they are my size."
"I'm not your size, boy." I was at least twenty-five cm taller and
much stronger than he was partly since I was almost two years
older. I was sitting on his bed at this time and just grabbed him.
Even if he had resisted he would have still been over my lap. I
flipped his arm into a hammerlock and patted his jean-covered
bottom. He did not struggle nor even complain. "You're a bit
overdressed, boy."
"Yes, sir." he said simply. I stood him up and told him to strip.
Without a word, he stripped completely and remained standing and
silent. I pulled him back into position.
Now my hand was caressing his cute butt. Boy, did that feel great
and my shaft was growing in my own jeans. "You are going to do
better in school, boy." and I started to spank him. I spanked him
hard and several thing happened. First, his butt became hot
crimson red just like when then strapped it the woods; simply
irresistible. Second, he was crying. I know this could not be
hurting as much as that strapping so there must be other reasons.
Third, I was rock hard. When I though that he had enough, I got
up, leaving him on the bed. I opened my jeans, pushed down my
briefs and rolled on a condom. I got on top of him and easily
drove my shaft all the way into him. He was expecting this and
cooperated so that the lube on the rubber was sufficient. I was
holding him tightly in my arms as I pounded his ass.
He was totally mine. He even came before I did without touching
his cock. I told him that I expected that he get an A in history
test tomorrow. He promised to do his very best. I told him that
men don't try but do!
Three days later, he proudly showed me that very first A in that
history course. We shared the good news with Tim and Ken at lunch.
Then I explained how I motivated Allan and told them he needs more
old fashion hand spankings and I'll be pleased to help him. When
Allan agreed, they don't have any reason to object.
I started to see Allan at least three times a week. Every time I
turned his ass bright hot red and fucked him. We were both happy
with the arrangement. One thing bothered me, however. I did not
like that he had pubes as I preferred the more boyish image he had
when he was shaved. The next time he was over my lap for a nice
sexual (not punishment) spanking, I let him know that I was going
to shave him when I fucked him. He made some slight objections but
I told him little boys who get spanked OTK and cry are to young to
have any hair. And just to prove the point, I made him cry.
Actually, I did not have to try very hard because he wanted to
please me and be my little boy.
I put him on his back and gently forced my shaft into his welcoming
hole. I had the necessary stuff by my bed and covered him with the
shaving cream. I even played with his rod before using the razor
to clear away the offensive growth. Soon he was nice and smooth
like a boy should be. I finished fucking him and was able to watch
how he also came from my massaging his prostate. It would be a
long time before he had noticeable hair again.
And Then College -- told by Allan
My life was significantly changed for the better by Killer. Even
more than Ike, he got me to achieve as much as I possibly could in
every way. My grades were even higher than last year's; he got me
to work out so that my body was hard and sleek; my ass and his hand
were the most intimate of friends. When I meet his high standards,
I got wonderfully sensuous spankings followed by great fucks that
never failed to get me to come without even touching my cock. When
I failed to achieve as much as I should have I got punishment
spankings that left me crying and that I could feel for days
afterwards. What I learnt in the first few weeks in Psych class is
that was the classic carrot and stick approach. It sure worked
well for me. Also, having real sex so frequently kept me satisfied
so I could concentrate on other things.
Killer was so big that he could get away with all sort of things
that most guys would get hassled for in high school. Some of that
protection even extended to me for it was well known that I was
Killer's. Of course, the one person that did not protect me from
was Killer. After some intramural games, Killer was berating me
for not doing my best. I smart mouth off that I would have been
fourth no matter what. He did not care about that but that I broke
the major rule about giving my all.
Then, right there in the locker room, he yanked down my shorts and
jock, flipped me over his lap and spanked me to tears in front of
the other guys. They watched in awed silence. When I stopped
crying I apologized to him for mouthing off and promised that I
would always do my very best. He sent me off to the showers.
Some smart ass called me a crybaby. Killer was enraged. He
grabbed the jerk, Jay, well know as a bully, yanked down his pants,
got him across one thigh and pinned the guys legs with his other
leg. Jay had to keep both hands on the floor so that he would not
fall. Killer gave him ten hard SPANKS and he disintegrated into a
bawling baby. The crowd watching had to hold their hands over
their mouths to kept from laughing. He then gave him ten more on
the other cheek. During the second part the Jay gave a different
yelp once through his crying. When Killer lifted him up the was a
puddle of come on Killer's leg. Killer grabbed him by the hair and
pushed his nose into it. "Lick up the mess you made." Of course,
Jay did much to the enjoyment of the crowd all of whom realized
what had happened. Jay got out there as fast as he could.
Within a day everyone knew that Killer had spanked the spunk out of
the crybaby bully Jay and he was constantly razzed about it. Since
he was a junior, he could look forward to having the problem his
entire senior year. No one made mention that I had also cried.
Killer and I had both gotten into the same college and decided to
share our dorm room. Mom and Ike were happy about this since I was
only seventeen and a few months. They knew that Killer would
lookout for me. I knew it too. I also knew that my butt and
Killer's hand would continue their intimate relationship. I like
the thought that those wonderful erotic spankings would continue
but not the other kind. Surprisingly Killer agreed on one
condition -- that I maintain the high standards of effort and keep
out of trouble. Of course, that meant nothing was changed.
Actually, there was one change -- our sex lives improved. Since we
shared a room in the dorm, we were always available to each other.
Killer came up with this plan. Each morning before classes, I gave
him a blow job. After a few weeks, I learnt to come when he did.
That left us in relaxed condition to listen to lectures and stuff.
Each night I would get spanked and fucked. On the weekends we
played more.
Visiting College -- told by Ike
I had to do some business travel and I was able to arrange to visit
with Allan and Killer. My timing was just perfect for as I pulled
to the dorm, Allan was just getting back from his last class. When
we got to his room, Killer was already there.
"Your midterm report arrived today." said Killer to Allan while
handing me the report. "You better strip down, boy." He said
spoke in a very serious tone, but there was a sparkle in his eyes.
A quick glance at the report showed all was well.
Allan hesitated, so I spoke: "We must maintain traditions, Allan."
"Since Ike is here, I think that you should get over his lap."
Allan actually looked a little worried. I patted my lap
impatiently. When Allan was in position I rubbed and patted his
still cute bottom in the most menacing manner that I could. "How
long have we been doing this?"
"Six years, sir."
"You are going to have improve your English grade; this B- spoils
the entire report." I gave him a few gentle spanks while we all
laughed."
Naturally, I had noticed that Allan pubes were shaven and I asked
if he had gotten involved with a fraternity. "Oh no, Ike. Killer
likes me this way. He said as long as I'm spanked like a little
boy, I should look like one. He also _likes_ me like this and I
like to please him."
At dinner we talked long into the night mostly about our
relationships. Allan wanted to know why I faked all those bad
grades through my senior year. This was a legitimate question
although a very tough one.
"Basically, it was because I was too week to maintain the 'tough
love' mode to spank you. It was hurting me to much to do it. The
first time was real and I did need a bit of a push to do better. I
really appreciate that. But then I saw how it also helped you.
You were staying out of trouble and studying harder because you
wanted to -- so that you could watch over me and not feel strange
like a hypocrite. So I tricked you. It was less painful to be
spanked by you than to spank you." I said.
"That was quite a sacrifice, Ike." said Killer.
"He's worth it." I smiled. Allan leaned over and kissed me.
When I dropped them back at the dorm, Allan gave me a great big hug
and whispered to me: "Killer and I love each other. Our grades are
good. In short, life is great. I have just one little wish:
'Please, Killer, may I grow pubes.'"
The End
(C) Copyright by A.I.L. October 26, 2000
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