Story: Betty's Diary 2: My Naked Slave Brat Brothers (minors,
nasty, mast, oral, spank, nc, femdom, g/mb)
by Nialos Leaning

Copyright 1999 by Nialos Leaning, all rights reserved.
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   AUTHOR'S WARNING! AUTHOR'S WARNING! AUTHOR'S WARNING!

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It depicts a preteen and a
young teen boy being repeatedly spanked, humiliated and otherwise
abused by their preteen sister.

THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT DEPICTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY BY AND
BETWEEN MINORS, ENTIRELY FORCED AND NON-CONSENSUAL ON THE BOYS' PART.

If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or
if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not
save this story.

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"This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of adults. 
Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be illegal or 
considered by society to be abusive, harmful, unacceptable or 
undesirable.  The author neither advocates, condones nor personally
engages in any such behavior."

"This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality. The author
does recognize the difference between the two. Please do understand that
some of us, including the author, enjoy such fantasy material."

"Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome."

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Betty's Diary: My Naked Slave Brat Brothers
by Nialos Leaning

Dear Diary,

Betty here again.  It's Friday afternoon now, sorry about missing last
night.  So much has happened with the brats yesterday and today, I just
haven't had the time till now to write.  I can't wait to tell you all
about it!  I'll have to hurry, though, because we're all about to leave
for a "retreat" we're going on this weekend.  More about that later, let
me catch up first!

As I told you on Wednesday, Teddy and Dickie were going out of their way
to be perfect angels and not do anything that mom would consider as
disrespect toward her, me or my friends.  They desperately wanted to
avoid a repeat of the embarrassing naked punishment they suffered during
my birthday party last weekend.  Amazing what a strong session of
"training" as mom now calls it, does for a boy's attitude toward, as mom
put it, us "superior" females!

I was dying to see the boys naked again, with their boy things hard and
pointing toward the sky.  The digital pictures we took of the brats at
the party just aren't the same as a live show.  Of course,
thirteen-year-old Teddy and ten-year-old Dickie were just as anxious not
to let me, their twelve-year-old sister, see them in the all-together,
showing off everything they had, boners and all.

Last Sunday at my party mom said I could make the boys be my naked
slaves whenever we wanted, using the pictures as "blackmail" if
necessary.  But whenever I've asked her since to make them, she'd merely
say, "we'll see," without making them.  So, as you can imagine, I was
getting really frustrated.

Well, boys will be boys, I guess, and quickly forget their lessons.
Yesterday, just before dinner it finally happened, my frustration ended.
It was my turn to set the table, but I wanted to see the end of the
television show I was watching.

"I want my two slaves to do it," I said when mom called me to set the
table. 

"No way, I did it last night," responded Teddy.

"Yeah, no way," echoed Dickie.

"Yeah, way," I told them, "after you get naked."

"No way," Teddy repeated himself.

"Yeah, I'm not undressing anymore for any stupid girls," shouted Dickie.
What a dumb-dumb, mom had just told him last weekend not to call us
girls stupid.  I was sure she was going to make him pay for that
comment, but she didn't say anything.

"Yes, you are," I informed him and Teddy.  "You have two minutes to be
naked slaves setting the table."

"No way!" Teddy repeated himself for the third time.

"Me neither," said the Dumb-Dumb.

The belt dad had used last weekend on the brats was still laying by the
couch.  Picking it up, I shouted, "do it, now!" as I imitated dad in
snapping the belt against the side of the couch.

"Theodore, Richard," mom finally intervened, "you heard your sister, you
have two minutes to be naked and setting the table.  Get to it."

Boy, oh boy, you never saw two boys tear out of their clothes as fast as
those two did.  When they were in the dining room, I asked mom why she
was now letting me have them be my naked slaves.

"Because," she told me, "you took charge and ordered them, instead of
asking me to do so."

"But they'll listen to you before me," I protested to her.

"Well," mom responded, "that's something we have to work on, starting
now."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You have to exercise authority over them, be their boss," she answered.
"You have control over them and over their bodies, but you have to use
it, not me for you."

"But, but," I answered, "I'm only a girl, not the parent!"

"True," she said, "but you're a female, and in this family that now
gives you the right."

"But, but," I blubbered another protest, "Teddy's older than me!"

"No matter," mom said, "it's actually better that way.  The boy learns
that your ages have nothing to do with it, you're the boss because
you're a female, not because you're older."

"But, what about Dickie?" I asked.

"You're still the boss because you're a female, not because your older,"
she replied.  "But it would be good if sometimes we had a younger girl
in charge of him."

"Well," I said, "both Marcie and Kathy have younger sisters."

"Now, that's an idea," replied mom. "We'll have to arrange something
real soon."

"That would be great!" I answered her.

"What would be great?" asked the naked Teddy as he walked into the room,
hands cupped over his boy parts.  Dickie followed, hands similarly
occupied.

"None of your beeswax, slave," I told him.  "And why are you two
covering up?"

"You were warned before about playing with yourselves without
permission," mom scolded them. ."It's disrespectful to us females."

"Hands away," I immediately told them.  "And come stand right in front
of me."  Quickly, they complied.  The two red faced brats were less than
an arms length away, giving me an up close and very personal eyeful of
everything they had between their legs.  I made sure they knew exactly
where I was staring.

As I've told you before, Dear Diary, Dickie is still very much a
hairless little boy down there, with, as my friend Kathy put it, a
little dickie.  A little dickie that did a good job of making it hard to
see his little nut sack.

And, like I've also told you, Teddy down there is no man yet, and
according to Marcie much smaller than her fifteen-year-old brother Ray.
But Teddy is definitely much bigger in the privates department than
Dickie, with easy-to-see hanging balls and even a small patch of hair.

I decided that Little Dickie's little dickie would soon be a hard
dickie. And Teddy's bigger dick, too.  I reached out with both hands,
and began fondling and stroking their now not-so-private privates, my
new boy toys.

"Stop it," shouted Teddy.

"Yeah, leave me alone," echoed the Dumb-Dumb.

"Will not," I responded, giving both their balls hard squeezes.
Immediately, they dropped to their knees, shouting in pain, grabbing at
their now sore nuts.  Mom didn't say anything, she just smiled.

Everything about it was fantastic!  The sense of power and control over
my brothers, made easy because of their anatomy.  Making the brats cry
out in pain, just because I wanted to.  Knowing that I was deliberately
hurting them, and mom was letting me get away with it.  The squishy feel
of Dickie's little balls and Teddy's larger balls.  To be perfectly
honest, it was making me feel tingly down there between my legs.

In the middle of all this, dad came home from work.  He didn't say
anything about what was going on, like having two naked sons with aching
balls was an ordinary everyday thing in our house.  He greeted me and
the brats, gave mom a kiss, and sat down in his easy chair, next to mom
on the couch, as if they were about to watch a show.

A show which I promptly put on, with the boys as the unwilling naked
stars.

"On your feet," I ordered my moaning slaves, "and hands away." As they
slowly raised up, I said, "since you want to continue to play with
yourselves, I want you to keep those dicks hard the rest of the day. 
Same rules as last Sunday."

The rules were simple, each boy had to keep the other hard, if one went
soft, the other was spanked for letting it happen.  And if one had a
cum, both were spanked, one for cumming, the other for making his
brother cum. And I, or any other female present, could help them be hard
anytime we wanted.  Each female could make them cum once each. Which
would be a spanking for the boy who came, but not for the female causing
it.

"No way, I won't do it!" shouted out Teddy.

"No, I won't" parroted Dickie, still being a dumb-dumb.

Snapping the belt, I told the boys, "Yes you will.  And for all your
arguing and protesting, you're both getting a spanking, right now."

"No, mom, don't let her," pleaded Teddy.

"Please, mom," begged Dickie.

"Mom isn't going to help you," I told the two brats.  "Teddy, over the
couch, now!" I ordered, snapping the belt once more.

"Do it!" mom reinforced my edict.

Quickly, Teddy was in position.  Just as quickly, I began raining my
hand, hard, down upon his bare bottom.  I soon had him squirming and
wiggling about, his rear rapidly turning pink.  Before long, my teenage
brother was acting like a little boy, crying real tears and with each
spank, making real noises of pain.  As his bottom started to turn red,
and my hand started to hurt, he was out and out sobbing.

Picking up the belt, I told him, "that was just a warm up."  I
immediately began whipping his butt, time and time again.  From the very
first blow, he was howling and screaming, furiously dancing and kicking
in place.  His wailing soon escalated to an ear piercing crescendo.

I finally stopped when his bottom was a bright cherry red. "Get up,
slave, hands on your head," I ordered him.  "Will you argue with me
anymore?"

"No," he half mumbled.

"No, what?" I demanded.

"No, ma'am," he replied.

"Ma'am, I like that," I told him.  "From now on, that's how you two will
answer me, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," they both answered in unison.

"Except," mom interjected, "for places like school or the mall, where it
could make trouble for us."

"OK, Dickie, get your little dickie over here, now!" I commanded the
Dumb-Dumb.

"Yes, ma'am," he meekly muttered, blushing at my insult to his boy
parts. I think, just for the fun of it, I'm going to start calling him
"Little Dickie."  Even more quickly than Teddy, he had himself in
position for a dose of my now somewhat rested hand.

He was crying hard by the third smack.  That wasn't surprising to me, as
after all, as his little dickie proved, he really was a little boy!
Fortunately, as my hand was hurting sooner than with Teddy, it didn't
take as long as with my teen brat slave brother to turn Dickie's little
bare behind red. And his dancing, kicking, jiggling reaction to the belt
was much more impressive and eardrum shattering than Teddy's.  Even
though his smaller bottom received a smaller dose!

"Stand next to Teddy, hands on head," I instructed the Dumb-Dumb.  He
did so, without protest, still busily and noisily crying.   Teddy wasn't
sobbing out loud any more, but he was still sniffling, with tears
running down his cheeks.  Both brats were finding it impossible to stay
still, shuffling their feet about, doing an in-place jig. 

With the digital camera, mom snapped a few pictures of the boys, front
and rear.  "For your collection, dear," she told me.

"Thank you," I replied.

"You're welcome," she answered.

"Now, slaves," I addressed the brats, "I do believe I said those dicks
of yours were to be hard the rest of the evening.  So get to it!"

Before I had finished snapping the belt on the couch, each had hold of
the other's dick, rubbing away for all they were worth.  In no time at
all, I was awarded with two boy boners pointing toward the sky.  Boy, I
just love the changes around here since my birthday party last weekend.
Who would had thought that being twelve would be so much fun?

Dear Diary, it was a real hoot at dinner watching the boys trying to at
the same time eat and keep each other hard.  So that the rest of us
could keep a check on whether the boys kept their boners, mom had Dickie
sitting on a high stool and Teddy kneeling upright on his chair.

The two brats were doing so well at keeping each other hard that what I
knew would happen did happen.   Dickie caused Teddy to cum. All over
both their dinners, much more on Teddy's than the Dumb-Dumb's.  It was a
wonderful thing to see, Teddy's thing shooting white stuff all over the
place.

During all this, Teddy somehow managed to keep rubbing Little Dickie's
little dickie.  I guess my older brother didn't want to risk a repeat of
last Sunday, when the first time Dickie made him cum, he let go of the
little brat's dick.  Which had very quickly gone soft.  So in addition
to a spanking for cumming, Teddy had gotten one for letting Dickie lose
his hard on.  So this time the Dumb-Dumb not only stayed hard, he ended
up cumming too!

Now, of course, Little Dickie, with his little dickie and almost
invisible nuts, still being a little boy, didn't shoot out anything. 
But we could all tell by the way he was shaking and shouting that he was
definitely having what mom calls a "dry cum."

"You can stop rubbing," I told both brats once it was obvious they were
done cumming.  Another rule was that after a cum, the boy was allowed
five minutes before he had to be hard again.

"For cumming, you're each getting a spanking after dinner," I informed
my very red faced slaves.  "And for making each other cum, you're each
getting a second spanking."

"Please, no," begged Teddy.

"Yes, please, don't" pleaded a now softly crying Dickie."

"Yes, please, I will," I told them, "and since neither of you bothered
to let us know you were cumming, your spankings for that are doubled." 
That was another rule, when a boy came he had to shout out "I'm
cumming."  If he didn't, his spanking was twice as long.

"No, no," protested Teddy.

"Yeah, no," echoed the Dumb-Dumb.

"Yes," said mom.  "And I expect you two to eat everything on your
plates, no arguing, no hesitating."

It was hilarious, Dear Diary, seeing the faces those two made as they
ate their cum splattered food.  You could tell that they didn't like it
one bit.  Well, that was just too bad, "waste not, want not," as mom
reminded them.

"Oh, boys," I reminded them in the middle of all this, "time's up, so
get those dicks back up!"  Which they, having no choice in the matter,
promptly did.

Unfortunately for me, but fortunately for them, my two naked brat
brother slaves managed to get through the rest of dinner and the
cleaning up afterwards without cumming again, or going soft.  I knew I
would soon be changing that.

After they had finished putting away the dinner dishes, the boys came
into the living room for their spankings.  Once more they protested,
once again to no avail.

"I'm tired of hearing you two arguing with me," I calmly told them. 
"So, after your spankings I have a special punishment for you two, a
punishment that I guarantee will have you keeping your mouths shut the
rest of the evening."

"What is it?" asked Little Dickie, surprising me by being brave enough
to be the first to say something, instead of waiting for Teddy.

"You'll find out soon enough," I answered him.  Actually, it was a
punishment mom threatened last Sunday, but didn't impose.  I was anxious
to see if she would let me get away with using it.

"A surprise, I like that," said Mom, smiling at me.

"Now, slaves," I announced, "it's spanking time.  Teddy, get over here,
now!"

Quickly, I had Teddy positioned over my knees.  Just for the heck of it,
I trapped his dick between my thighs.  A very blushing Teddy complained
to mom about this, to no avail.

"Your sister can position you anyway she wants," mom informed my older
brat brother.

"Now, slave," I told him, "the normal number of spanks for cumming is
your age.  But, because you didn't announce you were cumming, that's
doubled to twenty-six."

Which I promptly began delivering.  But after only four smacks to my
teenage brother's bare bottom, mom interrupted me.

"Here, dear," she said, handing me a wooden hairbrush, "save your hand,
use this."

Which I immediately did.  Boy, oh boy, Dear Diary, you should see the
difference that a brush instead of a hand makes on a boy's naked fanny. 
I could see it, and Teddy could certainly feel it.  His screaming,
crying, squirming and kicking were all much more furious than from any
of his hand spankings.

After the final spank, my now not-so-big big brother had a very red
behind indeed.  He was madly hopping about the room, vigorously rubbing
his bottom, his privates bouncing all over the place, tears running down
his face, still loudly crying.  Ha, some teenager he is!

Then it was the Little Dickie's turn.  I used the brush for all twenty
of his spanks, getting the same results as with Teddy.

"Well," I said, "that's your punishment for cumming.  Now for your
spankings for making each other cum."

The brats didn't like it one bit, but I very much did.  After an
additional dose of thirteen with the brush for Teddy and ten for Dickie,
my naked slaves were giving a repeat performance of their dancing
routine of a few moments before.  I loved every minute of my little
show! 

Once the brats had calmed down a little, I sprung my surprise on them.
"Okay boys, for your continued arguing and complaining, I have a cure
that will keep you quiet the rest of the evening."

"Oh goodie," mom jested, "I can't wait to hear what it is, and I'm sure
neither can your slaves."

"For the rest of the evening," I let them know, "you are to lay on the
floor and suck on each other's dicks."  Quickly I glanced at mom,
expecting her to prohibit this.

But, she didn't, she supported me.  As soon as the boys started their
inevitable protesting, she intervened.  "You heard your sister, so get
going."

"Now!" I commanded.

Fortunately for me, mom took charge.  I had no experience in how two
boys perform a "sixty-nine" as my friend Jean calls it.  But, apparently
mom did.

She had the boys lay down facing each other with their heads in opposite
directions.  "Get those mouths on those dicks," she commanded.

Reluctantly, the brats did so.  Teddy had to bend somewhat so that
Dickie could do so.  "Now," mom instructed, "start sucking."

Which they did, cheeks puffing.  "At all times," mom continued, "you
must be doing at least one of three things to that dick in your mouth. 
Sucking on it, licking it with your tongue, or moving your head up and
down on it."

"And, if either of you cum," I said, "you'll both get a spanking for it.
With the hairbrush."

"But," added mom, "since your sister doesn't want to hear you speak, and
it isn't polite to talk with your mouth  full, you don't have to
announce you're cumming."

Thinking of something, I said, "And no stopping except when I tell you
after a cum."

"Or," mom elaborated, "your sister tells you to stop so that we can
check and make sure you still have those boners you're supposed to be
keeping."

I hadn't thought of that.  Mom was being so helpful that I could just
hug her!

Dear Diary, the next two hours were just unbelievable.  My two brothers,
my two naked brat cock sucking slave brothers, making a spectacle of
themselves, giving mom, dad and me the greatest show I've ever seen.

It was great for me, but not the boys.  Teddy came three times, and
Little Dickie's little dickie five times.  So that was eight more
spankings I got to give their bare behinds.  I don't know how they ever
managed to stay seated in school today!

Poor Dickie, he almost gagged on all the spunk the first time Teddy
came. He quickly had his mouth off Teddy's dick, spitting out the cum. 
Teddy shot all over Dickie's face.

I scolded Dickie for letting his brother's dick out of his mouth without
my permission.  I was about to announce his extra punishment for this,
when mom nixed it before I could even say it.

"Since Dickie can't make any cum yet," mom declared, "it's not fair to
make him swallow his brother's.  Teddy, you'll have to find a way to let
Dickie know when you're about to shoot off."

I had a mean idea.  "Teddy," I told him once he was standing in front of
me for his spanking for cumming,  "whenever you're about to cum, you're
to signal Dickie by giving his bottom two hard spanks.  Do you
understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, his face going a deep red.

"And Dickie," I told my littlest slave, "as soon as Teddy gives you two
spanks, you can take your mouth off his dick.  Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," the Dumb-Dumb answered.

Later, mom told me privately that my solution was brilliant. She said
that Teddy cumming without anything or anyone touching his dick would be
much less satisfying and enjoyable, and in fact, somewhat frustrating
for him. Good, let him be frustrated, for all the frustration I had
suffered earlier this week waiting to be able to again see my brat
brothers naked, boners and all.

All throughout this, mom was busily taking digital pictures, "for my
collection."  After two hours, she whispered to me that perhaps we
should let the boys stop, that they're dicks were probably pretty sore
by now. I had wanted them to continue another hour till bed time, but
didn't want to risk mom taking away some of the power and control she
had given me over them.

"Okay, slaves," I told them, "you can stop now and come stand next to
me."

Mom was right, their dicks were almost as red as their bottoms.  I knew
they had to be hurting, front side and backside both.

"Now," I instructed them, "you are to stay naked until right before time
to leave for school tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am," they both half mumbled in reply.

Deciding to show mom that I could be sensible about my slaves, I added,
"and you don't have to have boners the rest of the evening, unless you
show me or mom more disrespect."

"Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am," responded Teddy.  I could tell that this
was just tearing him up inside, to have to take orders from his sister,
his younger sister.

"Thank you, ma'am," chimed in my Little Dickie.

"And, here's a little reminder not to give us any trouble," I said as I
gave each of their balls a very hard squeeze.  Immediately they screamed
loudly and want down to the floor, writhing about in the new agony I'd
just caused them.  Now, they had aching balls to go along with their
aching dicks and bottoms.  A matched set, so to speak.

On Friday morning, the boys came to breakfast naked and red faced.

"Glad to see you're obeying so well," I told them, "it means you don't
have to have boners this morning."

"Thank you, ma'am" Teddy replied, quickly followed by Dickie.

"I sure do like you dressed like this," I gigglingly teased them.

They blushed even more, but didn't say anything.

All too soon they had to get dressed for school, too bad we can't get
away with making them go there naked.  But, I decided I would have them
that way right after they got home from  school.

Which I did, as soon as we were all three home.

Once they were naked, mom said, "perfect, once they put their shoes and
socks back on, they'll be all ready for a little family trip we're
making this weekend."

"What do you mean?" I and Teddy both asked at the same time.

That's when mom told us about this "retreat" that she and some of my
friends' mothers earlier today had planned for the weekend. Us, Kathy
and Marcie and their families, and Marcie's Aunt Jenny's family. Mom
didn't go into details, but it was clear that there was going to be a
lot of naked boys around for us girls to "train" on.  I can hardly wait.
 
That's the doorbell ringing, Dear Diary, I've got to run.  I'll tell you
all about it when I get back Sunday night!

  
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