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St: Big Brother's Keeper 3/3 
 (M/t, t/t, t/b, spank, cane, paddle, tawse, shave, family, public, sex)

Please see the introduction in Part 1.

The following story is fiction.  It contains scenes of spanking and sex.
If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor
(i.e., child) please leave now.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail:
YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com

Big Brother's Keeper -- Part 3
By
Y. Lee Coyote 

8: UNDERSTANDING OR KNOWLEDGE IS POWER

Things were going quite well under the horrid circumstance of having to
wear shorts to school.  I had been very careful to be good and play by
the rules that they set up.  As I did so, it became evident that there
were lots of problems with them and they required a lot more parental
time then they liked.  I firmly believed that there were two things that
my parents wanted from Dicky and myself.  One, that we be responsible
and stay out of trouble, even just mischief.  Two, that we do well in
school.  This was actually a subset of the first item.

The main advantage of being the brother-in-charge was that it showed
responsibility and gained me an occasional privilege denied my older
brother.  I also found that it was nice not being at the very bottom of
the pecking order in the house.  There was a side effect of playing
Dicky's prefect -- I had sex and thus did not have the same pressure to
get out to find it.  There was definitely one thing I still wanted to do
-- solidify my control over Dicky.

On Saturday evening, dad looked at Dick and noted that he still needed a
haircut even though had been told to get one several days earlier.  I
took this opportunity to go that extra measure of being helpful.
"Father, perhaps I should use your razor to trim Dick's hair line at the
neck and sideburns."

"Yes, that a good idea.  As least you can clean up his neck.  Thank you,
Julian."

Then mum made another suggestion.  "We still have the hair trimmer that
I used when you were little.  You may use that Julian."  Mum had no idea
how funny that was considering that we were still being treated like we
were little in many ways.

"Yes, Julian, with the trimmer you can give him a full trim."

"I don't think I know how to do that, father."  It might be fun making a
mess of Dicky's hair but that would not be really responsible.

"Try Julian and if it does not work, do a crew cut.  That does not take
special skills."

"Yes, sir.  I'll try my best to get Dick neat and clean."  I was
actually going to try just to give him a trim, but there was a high
probability that he was going to get a crew cut.  I felt certain that I
could do that nicely.  I was also going to shave his pubes (but I did
not mention that).

There was interesting side effect of this conversation.  My parents and
I were talking about Dicky as if he was a little boy of six instead of
an almost seventeen year old youth while he was sitting at the same
table.  He never opened his mouth, somehow acknowledging his lack of
status.

We did our homework and studying for exams until eight when we went to
the bathroom.  Dicky sat naked in a chair and I tried to figure out how
to trim his hair.  The neck was easy but I moved the hair line up at
least a third of an inch and the side burns a little more to enhance his
looking like a kid.  I honestly tried to trim the rest but it looked
awful.  I then set the clipper guide for about third of an inch and ran
the trimmer over his head.  It was not the latest style but it was even.
It would be summer break soon anyway.

Dicky was wondering about how he looked so he stood up and looked in the
mirror.  I sat on the chair and had him face me.  "Wickie, there
something else that needs to be done."

"Yes, sir."  Dicky knew that I was in prefect mode when I called him
that.  I took hold of his wee- wee and told him to stand still.  I
turned on the trimmer and made three quick passes over his pubes.  This
got almost all of them.  I made a few more passes to get the rest.  All
that was left was stubble.  I decided that I should go all the way so I
told him to raise his arms.  There were only a few hairs in each pit
which instantly fell to the floor with the rest.

I told him to sweep up the mess as I returned the chair.  When he
returned from the dustbin, I gave him a bath just like mum did when we
were little.  I washed him all over including his privates and bum
crack.  Then I shaved the back of his neck like the barber does so that
it would be nice and clean.  Finally, I did the same to his front so
that his pubes were baby smooth.

I dried him off and then took my own shower.  Then I gently spanked and
fucked him good and proper before going to sleep.

At church, we were permitted to sit in the last row with Anno and
George.  It was nice that they sat with us for not only being friends,
they were also in school uniforms albeit, longs.  There were very few
kids in church and even fewer wore uniforms.  Of course, they noticed
that Dicky had a new and not so good haircut.  I made Dicky tell them
why and then I explained that I really tried a more normal cut but I
failed.  "Tell them what else, Dicky."  He looked at me and shook his
head.  "George will see in PE class tomorrow; it will be better if he
knows now."

"You shaved his pubes!" Anno guessed with a broad smile.  I nodded.  "He
acts like a boy in those shorts so it won't matter that he looks like
one without them.  Nobody will really care."

"I think you're right Anno.  He'll just look more the part now."

"You think that I'm a little boy because I'm in shorts?" I asked Anno.

"No.  Because you don't take any sh..., er, manure from anybody --
student or teacher -- about them.  You probably could get away with
wearing a kilt or even a skirt."

George promised that he would talk to some of the guys and try to keep
the kidding down.   Dicky thanked them.

I shave Dicky twice a week now.  He seems very content about it for he
is that little boy who fags to a prefect who keeps him in shorts.


9: TRANSFORMATIONS

The term progressed and then the dread final exams happened.  I felt
very good taking the report home.  Better than ever before.  I had
gotten four A's and a B+.  Dick did not do as well with an A-, B, two
B-'s and a C+.  Mum and dad praised me at dinner and told Dick that they
were a bit disappointed in him.  They also said that they wanted to
discuss some things and we will speak more about this tomorrow.

The next day Dicky and I actually had a free day.  School was out and we
did not have any chores to do.  We just played at nothing.  After
dinner, Dicky was sent to our room so that mum and dad could talk with
me.  Note, please, I said "with" not "to".  This was a good sign.

They elaborated on their praise about my report card.  Dad told me that
he was proud of the letter from the headmaster Williams about my speech
to Mr. Locke commending me just as he had in class.  He was pleased that
I could stand up for what is right even when if meant confronting
authority.  He recognized that it takes maturity to do that particularly
with your parents and teachers.

"Thank you, father.  I have always endeavoured to be respectful."

"Yes, Julian," Dad agreed.  "Then there is how well you handled your
older brother when you were in charge.  It appears that Richard thinks
so also, since he never complained that you were unfair or anything
else."

"I afraid that Richard is somewhat immature and needs watching and
guidance, sir."

"Exactly, Julian." interjected mum.  "That is why your father and I want
you to watch over him this summer.  There is a lot more time for a boy
to get into trouble during the summer."

"We have decided to let you continue to have authority over your brother
as long as you continue to show good judgement and he needs it.  It's
big responsibility, son."

"I will do my best to keep you proud of me."

"That's all we can expect.  Now what do you think of the last few
months?"  I was silent for a while for I was not being sure how frank
they expected me to be.  "You may speak freely, Julian, otherwise your
answer would be worthless."

"Well, I don't like the rules being so strict but they did help me
concentrate better on my schoolwork but they need to be relaxed some.
We've pretty much gotten use to the lack of privacy but neither Dick nor
I are little boys now and were not a nudist family so it is very
awkward.  Not that you ever stared at us, mother, but ... I don't know
how to say this."

"I understand, Julian, please continue."

"Thank you, mother.  Shorts!  They are a big problem.  In school they
are a distraction to work.  School shorts in church are strange and
unusual at my age and even more so at Richard's.  Elsewhere they are
dangerous like Mrs. Stone spoke about to you.  Plain shorts would be
much better although they still make one stand out.  It is sort of like
the problems the immigrants have because they look different.  So that
is my number one wish -- no more school shorts for me.  Dressing up in
my school uniform with longs for church and going out is fine.  Also, it
will be easier to be in charge of Richard in longs."

"We'll have to think about what you said, Julian.  But why did not you
ask for longs for your brother?"

"Because I really believe that he wants to be kept in shorts.  Although
he should have some non- school shorts also."

Then I went off to bed.

In the morning, they told Dicky that I was his babysitter from now on.
They told me that I might chose longs or shorts as I wished.  I was also
asked to prepare revised rules and we would work things out.

"Thank you very much, mother and father."   I was never so sincere in my
thanks.  I was truly happy having achieved my main goals so soon.  I
even achieved something else which was probably more important: my
parents now saw that I was real person and actually becoming a grown up
and not just a mere child.


10: SUMMER HOLIDAY

The "Happy Holidays Guest House" in Margate on the very eastern tip of
Kent, was our holiday destination.  We started off early Saturday
morning and arrived midday.  We knew little about either the HHGH,
Margate or even Kent.  Dad assured us that the owner/operator Mr. Colin
Peters ran a very nice and orderly establishment.  He was certain that
we would not have to put up with rowdy kids as has happened in the past.
The place looked like every guest house in these resort towns as shown
in the Sunday supplements write-ups.  It was the signs on the wall that
we read as dad checked in that told the special story.  This short quote
sums it up: «We accept that children are inclined to get into
mischief, but do expect parents to do their duty. Please feel welcome to
make use of the disciplinary equipment provided.»  In case the
meaning was not clear, the junior cane, paddle and tawse hanging in the
room left no doubt.  Mr. Colin's young nephew, Mark, checked us in.  The
room had a double bed for mum and dad and a double bunk beds for Dicky
and me.  There was a new partition that gave a little privacy although
mum and dad would have to walk through our section to get in and out of
the room.  We walked around on the promenade to see what the place was
like and then returned to shower and dress for dinner.

Mum decided to take a soak in the real bathroom while dad just took a
quick shower and went to read the paper on the veranda.  That gave Dicky
and me time to examine the disciplinary equipment conveniently (probably
too conveniently) hanging in the room.  The cane definitely petrified
Dicky (and Wickie too) while we both thought that the paddle and tawse
would easily make sitting down very uncomfortable.  Because time was
short, I had to settle for just a BJ but Wickie was very enthusiastic
about it.  Then as a good fag should for his prefect, he buffed my shoes
(and his own).  Mum showed that she did understand about our privacy by
knocking when she came back from her bath.  Dicky already had his pants
on and I was drying my hair.  It was only after mum had passed through
that I realized that I hadn't covered up and, more interesting, that I
did not care.  We dressed up like young gentlemen should in our school
uniforms.  Dicky was in shorts and I was in longs but otherwise
identical.  We waited with dad outside until mum came down for dinner.

It was then that we met Mr. Colin.  He was very polite and cordial
addressing us by name.  He got Dick and I reversed because he thought
that I was the older one.  Dinner was home style but with restaurant
service.  It was strange without mum running back and forth to the
kitchen.  At one table were two women who were so nervous that mum asked
about them.  They were sisters (now single mothers) and their sons,
Alex, sixteen (almost seventeen), and John, eleven, were late back for
dinner.  Everyone was being served desert when these two hooligans came
in disturbing everyone.  Mr. Colin ordered them out of his dining room
and not to return until they showered and dressed properly.  He
responded to their rude remarks with a simple line: "You'll not eat at
my table until you do."  By the time they returned everyone had finished
eating and most of the tables were cleared.  Their idea of dressing was
polo shirts and baggy running trousers with flip- flops.  Their idea of
how to get served was to yell.  Mr. Colin told them to be quiet and that
the kitchen was now closed.

Alex yelled a vulgarity at him and started to run out.  Mr. Colin
grabbed him and dragged him back to his place.  As Mr. Colin sat down he
said:  "Boy, you need to learn manners."  Then -- right in front of
everyone -- he yanked down his trousers and pants and pulled him over
his lap.  He was struggling so Mr. Colin put his right leg over Alex's
legs and held him still.  Mark handed him a leather paddle.  This paddle
was much larger than the one hanging in our room.

Johnny decided that being elsewhere was a good idea and he tried bolting
like his older cousin.  I just reached out and stopped him cold.  "Don't
go now, Johnny, the show's just starting."  I pulled him around so that
he had to sit on my lap or break his arm.  He objected to being held but
I was too strong for him so with his arm in a hammerlock he stayed
still.

Meanwhile, without any more words, Mr. Colin started to spank Alex.  The
large leather paddle made a resounding thud each and every time it
connected with his naked bum which was followed by a howl.  After a
while the howls turned to sobbing and then bawling.  I could tell that
this was having a major effect on Johnny.  He turned away and put his
head on my shoulder.  I let go of his arm and just held him.  "Don't let
him near me, please.  He'll kill me.  Alex never cries and he's been
beat up real bad.  Please."

Mr. Colin had stopped and was now putting Alex, with his hands on his
head, in the corner.  I talked quietly and privately with Johnny and
sent him off to let his mother decide what should happen.  He talked
with her a few minutes and then came back to me.  "I've been a naughty
boy.  Please spank me."  I shifted my chair and told him to drop his
trousers and pants.  As bad as it is to be naked, it is worse when
someone else does it to you.  I then helped him across my lap, got a
good grip on his waist and started.  I gave him a few warm up SPANKS and
then some really hard ones.  He really needed a spanking and I did not
want to cheat him.  Soon he was bawling just as a well spanked boy
should.  When I stopped and stood him up he hugged me and continued to
cry on my shoulder.  Mum slipped a napkin under his face to protect my
blazer.

Mr. Colin brought Alex back into the centre of the room and explained
that he was going to be caned and what would happen if he moved.  Then
he asked Mark if he would like to do the job.  Mark was holding what I
learnt was a senior cane rather than a junior cane like the one hanging
in our room.  Mark crossed the room and aligned himself by the bent over
Alex.  I made Johnny watch so that he would know what this was about.  I
even hoped that Alex would jump around and get extra.

Mark raised the cane and everyone heard the SWOOH and then the CRACK as
it connected with Alex's already red hot bum.  He yelled and jumped.
"Blimey!" exclaimed Johnny.  Alex stood up twice and jumped once earning
an extra three so he got nine all total.  This show had a great effect.
The little kids clutched their mum's hands as they left in a daze.  I
led Johnny over to examine his cousin's marked bottom.  Actually, I
wanted to get a good look at it myself.  As we left, Mark brought in a
couple of sandwiches.  Not nearly as nice as the dinner the rest of us
had, but better than nothing.  There weren't any vending machines in
this place just, apparently, a huge collection of things to beat a
child's bottom.

Mum and Dicky went up to the room while dad and I talked with Mr. Colin.
He complimented me on how well I handled Johnny.  I explained that the
lad was terrified of him for he made his tough cousin cry.  I think that
he will remember this evening for a long time.  I also took to
opportunity, while dad was checking the church listings, to ask if he
taught Mark how to use the cane.  I was very impressed at how parallel
each line was except for the last two which formed an "X" over the
others exactly as in all the stories.  When he said yes, I asked him if
he would show me how to do it.  He immediately asked dad if that was OK.
Dad approved.

Tuesday the sky opened and it poured all day.  It was impossible to go
out unless you wanted to swim in the road.  Mum decided to do the
laundry and dad to read the paper.  Dicky and I went to playroom.  After
a while, even pool was boring.  Then Dicky saw some "Famous Five" books
on the shelf and he was exultant for there was one that he had never
seen.  He immediately curled up with it in the easy chair and started to
devour it.  I was looking for a book for myself when Alex came in.  He
was in a foul mood and immediately started in at me.

"You're the bloody bloke that caught and spanked my cousin John." with
that he shoved me against the bookcase.  I was able to avoid his first
punch but not the next few.  I punched back and soon we were slugging it
out.  I was not doing well at all for he was bigger, older by almost
three years, knew how to fight and stronger.  Several of the little ones
were yelling "fight" and Dicky even noticed.  As he was getting up, Mr.
Colin came into the room.  He roared: "STOP!!" so forcefully the Alex
actually did for a couple of seconds.  I got one good shot in his bread
basket as Mr. Colin's took control of him.  I was not in very good
shape.  He told one of the other kids to get both the tawse and the
canes from behind the desk.

"Alex, you have fifteen seconds to drop your trouser and bend over the
table.  You'll get an extra stroke with the cane for each second delay."
Alex open his mouth to object but Mr. Collin start to count backward
from fifteen.  By the time he got to twelve Alex was starting to obey.
He was in position at the count of four.  Mr. Colin took the cane and
flexed it in the air.  "Don't move, boy." he said, and he swung the cane
hard against Alex's still marked bottom six times.  Alex screamed after
every blow but he did not get up.  "Stay there boy."

Mr. Colin then turned to me.  "Get into position, Julian."  I hesitated.
"It takes two to fight."  I dropped my trousers and pants and leaned
over the table just a yard to the side of Alex.  I heard the cane
WHOOSHING thru the air and then it landed.  There was a slight pause
before my body shook with pain.  I clenched my teeth and waited to the
next blow.  It was just as bad.

I glanced at Alex and he was smiling at me as if to say: "How do you
like it, smarty pants?"  In another thirty seconds it was over and my
arse was on fire.  This was significantly different then what I felt
when I forced dad to cane me a few month back.  Now I really knew what
the cane was all about.

Then I realized that Mr. Colin was talking: "... and for starting this
fight, you get five with this tawse."  WHACK!! and Alex yelled.  It was
my turn to smile.  By the time he had gotten his full quota of five Alex
was bawling.  Mr. Colin ordered us both to our rooms.  We each pulled up
our trousers and rushed upstairs.  We did not speak.  A few minutes
later, Dicky came in with some ice and used it to cool my bottom.  He
was very proud of me for not screaming like Alex did.

Mum came in and was horrified.  There was not more that she could for me
besides the ice so she went to find dad.  Little Johnny came by and
apologized for his cousin causing me to get caned.  He really thought
that I was tougher than Alex.  Mum had a hard time understanding why I
was not up in arms for being unjustly caned.  She did not think that
Billy Budd should have been hung either.  Dad was willing to take a
picture of my caned bum for a holiday remembrance.

The next day, Alex was grounded and not allowed out of his mum's sight
so Johnny tagged along with Dicky and me.  We went exploring the whole
beach and promenade area.  I felt very grown up being in charge of two
other boys both of whom I had spanked and had the right to spank again
if I decided that it was warranted.  This feeling let me minimize the
discomfort in my own sorely used bottom.  The day was lots of fun with
one small exception.  It was already past five thirty when we passed the
sweet stand.  Johnny really wanted to buy some sweets but I knew it
would spoil his dinner.  Well, actually, I believed that because I had
been hearing it since I was five.  So I struck a deal.  He could buy
some stuff but could not eat it until after dinner.  He agreed and we
shook hand on it very solemnly.  It was not until we were back at the
guest house that I realized he had been walking on the other side of
Dicky and lagging back.

We sat on the back steps, side by side, and talked about it.  After a
while he said that he earned a spanking for eating the sweets and said
that we should go to my room for it.  I asked if that was all he did
wrong.  It took a while for him to realize that he had not kept his
solemn word to wait until after dinner.  He was very ashamed of himself.
When we got to my room, he started to take his trousers down but
stopped.  Then he ran over to the hook and got the little paddle.  "I've
been very naughty, Julian." and handed me the paddle.  He dropped his
shorts and leaned over my lap.

I rubbed his cute little bum and started spanking him.  Once he was
warmed up I hit him harder.  The previous time he was crying by this
time.  I changed to the paddle and gave him six real whacks on each
check.  Stood him up and hugged him tightly.  He hugged me back and then
started to cry.  "I'm so ashamed.  I'm so sorry."  Then I took him to
his room so he could shower and change for dinner.  Then I did the same.

At dinner he was not allowed to have dessert because he could not eat
his dinner.  It was a shame because it was excellent chocolate cake.

Mr. Colin did teach me how to use a cane.  It was very interesting to
learn that it was not brute strength that mattered but how it is
handled.  Dad participated in the lessons as a student.  He insisted
that he was taking the time for my benefit -- surely if I was to be
caned I would want it done right.  Particularly after Tuesday's
experience, I don't think I want to find out.


11: EPIPHANY

The summer was full of the usual things for the most part.  Dicky with
the help of George did not hang out with the guys that got him into the
trouble in spring.  Many days the four of us -- George, Anno, Dicky and
myself -- would play together.  A lot of the time we played with others
also.  Having the responsibility of watching my brother helped me a
great deal.  I could not expect that he would be well behaved if I could
not maintain the same high standards.

Dicky wore shorts all summer although the school shorts were only for
church and when we went out as a family.  I wore them quite a bit myself
particularly when we were playing ball.  Even George and Anno wore them
at times.  The other guys got use to seeing a few bare knees.

About every other week Dicky seemed to forget his chores or come home
late and I had to spank him.  Because of the experience I had at the
Happy Holidays Guest House I started to use the paddle dad had gotten
months ago on Dicky.  He was, however, still scared that I might use the
cane on him.  Our prefect and fag games got more refined.  We mutually
perfected the dialog so that we got to the spanking and sex more quickly
and deeply.  It was easier to do this because we were allowed to close
our door.

One day in August I really messed up.  Dicky and I had gone to the
matinee at the cinema we loved the picture.  Dicky loved it so much that
he convinced me to stay and see it again.  That made us more than two
hours late getting home and to fail to do our chores.  Dad and mum were
angry, and even more important disappointed.  Dad said that we would
discuss this an hour after dinner in his den.  While I waited in my
room, it was expected that I think about this.

I knew what dad would ask.  I also knew that I did not have any excuse.
It was my responsibility not to be persuaded by my brother.  I had not
even remembered to ring between shows to ask for permission (which
surely would have been given).  The only question was what was the
proper punishment.  I opened my closet door and took the cane and the
paddle that were hanging there and held them for a long time.

First, I thought that I should just go down naked to get it but I
decided to wear my school uniform.  I took the implement and went to
face the music.  I knocked on dad's door.

"Well, Julian, what do you have to say for yourself?"

I came clean, confessed and asked dad to punish me.  I took off my
blazer and placed it on the chair.  I handed dad the cane.  I answered
his question before he asked it: "Six of the best, sir."  I removed my
shorts and bent over.  My bare bottom was in position.

"I see that you came prepared -- without pants." dad chuckled.  I
remained silent and in position.

Dad then took his position and started.  The cane crashed into my bare
bum like a hot poker.  "One, sir." I gasped.  Five more times I felt its
searing burn.  "Six, sir."  My voice was weak.

"You may get up now, son."

I stood up and pulled up my shorts.  "Thank you, father.  I'm really
sorry."

"You may go now."  He handed me the cane and I turned to leave.

At the door I paused. "You learnt a lot from Mr. Colin, father."

He smiled and then laughed.  "That's your own fault, son."  I also
laughed.

Back upstairs I stripped and fell on my bed.  Dicky was horrified at the
condition of my bottom.  He wanted to get some ice or cream but I told
him no.  He sat by me gently rubbing my back and hugging me as I cried
myself to sleep.

The next day I knew that I was different.  It was not the mistake I had
made nor even getting caned for it; that had all happened before.  It
was taking responsibility for it without any evasiveness and then
deciding on and accepting punishment.  I did not behave like a boy but
as a man.  I had done this sort of thing with dad before but he had
always lead me step by step.  This time I led myself.

It was a quiet day and we just did our chores without hardly speaking.
After dinner we went to our room.  Dicky insisted on talking.  He felt
very guilty.  It was not fair that I took all the blame.  Then he
totally shocked me.  He walked over to the closet and got the cane.  His
hand was quivering as he handed it to me.  He dropped his shorts and
bent over.

It was with great trepidation that I raised the cane and brought it down
for the very first time on my brother's bottom.  I saw the red track
form.  He jumped.  He yelled.  He resumed his position.  "One, sir."  We
repeated this for the standard quota of six.  I comforted him this night
as he did for me the previous night.

After that Dick changed.  He changed essentially over night for he
stopped acting like an twelve year old turning back to the sixteen year
old he was and about to enter the six form.  He still wanted to play
prefect and fag as before but that was the only exception.

It was the week before school was to restart that I spoke to dad about
these changes.  I reminded him that Richard would be hassled a great
deal in school in shorts rather than longs and that would detract from
his school efforts.  Then I told him that I was resigning my position as
my brother's keeper effective the day before school started.

Two days later, mum told Dick and me to try on the new clothes she had
gotten us for school.  We went upstairs and there was a batch of stuff
on our beds.  Dick was positively thrilled that there was three pairs of
LONGS for school and two pairs of jeans.


12: EPILOG

It been almost a year and a half since my brother and I had our legs
clipped short.  As awful as it was particularly at the beginning, I
think that it was really helpful to me.  It made me grow up a lot in a
short time.  I would be less than honest not to admit that I liked the
power that I gained particularly over my brother during this.  Looking
back, I see that Dick was a follower while I'm a leader.

 From the very beginning I was striving to get back to longs and I worked
at that very diligently.  I was mad at Dick and was quite willing to
keep him down so that I could advance my own end.  Before you tell me
how wicked that was I will remind you that he had (and still has) this
inner need to stay a boy and was inherently happy in shorts.  After it
happened he did have some conflicts about it because he was essentially
an outcast at school.  That is why he wore longs for the school all the
past year while at home and even sometimes outside he often wore shorts
especially during the warm weather.

You probably recall that I shaved Dick's pubes that first spring in
keeping with his fantasy of being a little boy and fag to a prefect.  He
was not hassled about it in school very much because he was a shorts-boy
and he was already scorned for that.  I kept him nice and smooth all
through the summer.  Not only did he not complain but he encouraged me
to do it by putting out the stuff when he needed a shave.  The big
surprise was at the end of the term last June for I had not shaved him
for the entire school year since he was back in longs.  However, I had
been keeping his bush neatly clipped for the year.  This way he was not
subject to ribbing by his mates while not being unrestrained like them.

It was after dinner and our folks had gone out.  When I got to our room
he was in uniform with shorts.  They were little tight and so they
bulged in the front and showed off his nice arse nicely.  It was very
clear that he wanted a major session of prefect and fag as soon as he
spoke.  It must have been the hair trimmer and shaving stuff that was
there and his very timid demeanour that made me strip him rather than to
tell him to strip.  Soon I had a docile "eleven" year old boy naked
waiting for me to punish him.  I sat on the bed and pulled him over my
lap as I had often done.  I rubbed his bum and he sort of squealed.
Then I started to spank him.  I was gentle at first and then I spanked
hard.  His bottom first showed my hand prints, then it was pink all over
and final totally red.  I continued until it was bright crimson and
Wickie was crying.

I laid him out on the bed and got the trimmer.  It look longer than it
had that very first time more than a year earlier.  His bush, as you
would expect, was heavier.  The trimmer was not fazed by this at all and
buzzed through it all nice and easy.  By now his little soldier was
standing up tall and hard.  Then I got the wet flannel and shaving cream
and lathered him up.  Slowly and carefully I ran the razor over his
pubes and around the base of his prick until he was baby smooth.  As I
wiped him clean, I saw that he had spread his arms out to expose his
pits.  I ran the trimmer over his pits and then used the razor as I had
below.

I turned him over and stripped.  It felt good to let my own hard shaft
be free.  Then I applied the lube to both his bum hole and my shaft.  I
gently slid into him and held him tightly.  He was no longer crying but
was totally passive until I was thrusting in and out.  He then matched
me thrust for thrust and shortly after I blasted my load up his bum, he
made a mess on the bed.  "You're going to be my good little hairless
fuck fag, Wilkie, all summer." I whispered into his ear biting it
gently.

"Yes!  Yes, sir!  Thank you, sir." he responded enthusiastically.

What I discovered is that he wanted to be a full time little boy.  Dad
and mum noticed how he was always deferential to me and did as I told
him to.  Again, they put me in charge of him for the summer even letting
me allocate our chores and set his limits.  About once a week, I went
out in the evening, usually with Anno, and told him to go to bed by ten.
He always did it docilely and without complaint.

What Dicky seemed to like best during the summers was when the five of
us -- Anno, George, Dicky, Timmy and me, Julian, -- all went exploring
in the woods on the edge of town.  Yes, that's the same Timmy who I
hauled over my lap in the lunch room the first day I was in shorts at
school.  It turns out that he was a neighbour of Anno and George and
occasionally George had the task of watching him.  He a good kid, bright
and thinks that my spanking him at school was just great for his image.

Dicky's grades and inclination were such that he did not go on with
higher schooling.  He gotten a job in retailing as a stock clerk.  I'm
going to continue to be a prefect to Dicky and keep his bum red and his
pubes shaved from now on.  It really nice to be the brother-in-charge
especially when you're the younger one.

The End

(C) Copyright A.I.L., March 27, 2001

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