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The Johnson Family - by James P.
Table of Contents
Chapter One – The Stage is Set
Chapter Two – Femdom Bill of Rights
Chapter Three – Controlling Big Brother
Chapter Four – Diapering Big Brother
Chapter Five – Tightening the Screws
Chapter Six – The Doctor and the Turkey
Chapter Seven – Femdom Puppet Show
Chapter One – The Stage is Set
Pete Johnson sipped his coffee and waited for his son Scott to sit down. He looked over at the boy, 21 years old, about to complete his junior year in college. Scott stirred in some cream and sugar and sat down next to dad.
If you looked at the two men sitting there at the Starbucks, sipping their coffee, you'd know right away it was a father/son combo. Once upon a time, Pete was in shape. Back when he was in the army during the Gulf War, he could bang heads with anyone. Nowadays, he packed 255 pounds into his six foot one inch frame. He didn't have especially good eating habits. The divorce had taken a toll on him. At 47 years of age, he didn't burn calories the way he used to, especially at his computer programming job, which had him sitting at a desk ten hours a day.
Scott was an inch shorter than dad, and five pounds heavier. Yes, he was fat, and Pete was worried about him. The divorce had been hard on him as well. Normally a competent student, his grades had slipped his junior year. He wasn't in danger of flunking out, but he had gotten a 2.4 GPA in the first semester and recently informed his dad he was headed for a 1.9 this semester. It was late March. In two months Scott would be coming home for the summer. Pete had lost the house in the divorce proceedings and some big changes were about to take place with the Johnson men. As Scott came over and sat down, Pete was once again reminded that his son would be hitting the work force in a little more than a year. He didn't know if he was ready for that, but he'd have to be.
Scott sat down across from his father. Despite their difficulties they were a close pair. They didn't always see eye to eye on everything, but they loved each other. In truth, they had a lot of similarities. That said, in recent years Pete had found Scott increasingly difficult to talk with, like the boy had a chip on his shoulder.
"Thanks for meeting me, pal," Pete said.
"Sure dad, what's up?"
Pete sipped his coffee nervously. It wasn't easy talking about this stuff, but his son needed to know what would be happening this summer. Pete needed to prepare him in advance.
"So you know I'm moving out of the house. And you know about Donna, right?"
Scott nodded his head. He was well aware that his dad had been hunting for apartments. He was equally aware that he had been dating a younger woman he'd met on line several months before. Her name was Donna. She was 39 years old and an absolute knockout. When Pete first introduced him, Scott had been blown away. He remembered shaking hands with her, and the smell of her perfume as it wafted over into her senses. He wasn't sure how his dad had managed to get a relationship with her, but he had and Scott was impressed. Donna had a fairly high profile managerial position at a financial institution in town. But that wasn't what Scott had noticed. He'd noticed her body. She was only 5'6", but looked more like 5'10" in the heels she wore. She had long dark hair and a full set of lips. Scott would not have described her as thin, but she had a slim waistline, which tapered off into a powerful round ass, which she was not afraid to show off. Her tight pants left little to the imagination in front and in back. Scott's eyes could not help but drift up to her chest. She had full breasts that seemed perfectly suited to her body. Scott was also impressed with her body language. She seemed so confident and at ease, the way she moved, and the way she carried herself around Pete and him.
"So what about Donna?" he asked his father.
"Well, you know she has a nice house in town. And well, I'm moving in, son. And so are you when summer break begins." He leaned back in the booth and allowed the news to set in.
"What the fuck?!?" Scott said.
"Yes, it's true. It's a big house. And now only she and her daughter Becky live there after she kicked her husband out. Sound familiar?" he chuckled.
"Very funny," said Scott, clearly unhappy with the news.
"Look, it's not all bad," Pete said. "She has the same last name as us. So it's like we'll be one big Johnson family!"
"Great."
"Not only that, but she has a gorgeous daughter."
Scott raised his eyebrows.
"Her name is Becky," Pete said. "I've met her. She's, well, she's a little on the bitchy side quite frankly. She's 18 years old and just finishing high school, but here's the cool thing. She's going to the University next year. You can show her the ropes," he grinned.
Pete searched his son's eyes for a reaction. He had been worried about more than his son's grades. The boy didn't have a great social life. His weight seemed to hurt his confidence. Pete had never known his son to have a girlfriend and he hoped having a young woman around the house would help socialize him a bit. Scott was an only child, and Pete thought a quasi stepsister might be a good thing for him. Sure enough, he saw his son brighten a bit.
"That's cool, I guess," said Scott.
"I thought you'd like that," Pete said. "Now there's one slightly uncomfortable thing I need to share with you." He paused, trying to summon up the courage to discuss a tender topic. It wasn't a total surprise, he thought. Scott was a smart enough boy to know his father's proclivities. He took a deep breath and got right down to it.
"Scott, I think we might have talked about this at one time or another over a beer. Well, I have submissive tendencies when it comes to women. I believe in female superiority. And, and, well, I met Donna in an on-line forum that specializes in connecting dominant women with submissive men."
Scott peered across the table and took a nervous sip of his coffee. He felt a twinge in his 42-wide jeans. He nodded his head and said, "Continue."
"Well, suffice to say Donna believes very strongly in a female dominated household. She told me she has transferred her beliefs to Becky. And well, I don't know how this thing will shake out. We certainly won't force you to do anything you don't want to do, but I just wanted to make you aware of the situation so it doesn't surprise you when you get back home at the end of the semester."
Scott could feel his face turning red. He wasn't sure if Pete knew that his own feelings mirrored that of his father's, but it wasn't something he felt comfortable sharing at the time. Despite the fantasy life he lived, he hadn't quite come to terms with his feelings yet. "I don't even know what to say. You’re fucking crazy, dad."
"I know, son. It's a lot to digest. But you should know Donna loves me, and she has promised she's interested in making it work for everyone this summer. So try to keep an open mind. That's all I can ask."
Scott felt a buzzing inside his stomach. His heart was pounding as his mind pondered the possibilities. An 18 year old "stepsister?" Spending a summer with a beautiful mother/daughter that were openly and unabashedly dominant? He told himself to calm down. He was quite sure it would be a typical family and he'd have to get used to sharing the house with his dad's girlfriend and her daughter. "I don't really have a choice, do I, dad?"
"Not unless you want to find some kind of study abroad program for the summer," Pete said. "If you can find a way to support yourself, it's ok with me. Otherwise, you need to find a way to adjust to the idea of a summer with Donna and Becky."
"Let me think about it, dad," he said. But inside, he had already made his decision. In two months time, he'd be back home and there would be a decidedly female presence in the household. He was quite sure nothing that weird would happen.
The two men finished their coffee and said their goodbyes for the time being.
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Across town at the exact same time, two women were sharing a dessert at the local bistro. Donna Johnson checked her watch. She needed to get back to work soon, but she needed this time with her daughter. She was so proud of the girl. Becky was about to graduate high school with high honors. She was ranked 3rd in her class of 319 students. Yet the amazing thing about Becky is that she never had to sacrifice her social life to get good grades. She was class President and did not have a shortage of friends. All of her hard work had led to a scholarship at the State University, which she would be enrolling that fall. The only negative was that after three years, she had broken up with her boyfriend. It was her choice.
Over lunch, they had discussed the breakup. Donna was relieved to learn that Becky didn't seem the least bit upset about the whole thing. She informed her mother that Todd simply wasn't up to her standards as a boy. He was reasonably smart (top 10% of the class) and good-looking, but Becky felt that the boy was not giving her proper respect as a woman.
Donna smiled. She and Becky had an extremely close relationship. They talked about everything with no exceptions. Both had no interest in Donna's philandering ex husband. It had been two years since Donna had caught him in an extra marital affair, kicked him out of the house. Then she nailed his balls to the wall in a divorce. Donna had always been a successful and confident woman, but she had undergone a number of changes since the divorce. The biggest change was regarding her philosophies when it came to male/female relationships. Donna had done a lot of research in the months following the break-up. She had made a new group of female friends who believed very strongly in the precepts of female domination. Throughout her learning process, Donna had shared with Becky the many revelations she had uncovered about a female led relationship. To Donna's great surprise, Becky was thrilled at her mother's discoveries. They spent many a day discussing what she had learned. Becky become more involved and shared her own findings on the subject.
Todd had been a casualty of their evolution toward female supremacy since the divorce. Over the past year, Becky had tried to introduce him to the principles of a female led relationship but he had been resistant. Becky had no choice but to kick him to the curb. The two women shared a laugh when she used that terminology. It seemed so appropriate when summarizing what had happened to the men in their lives.
It was their loss, they reasoned. After all, they were both drop dead gorgeous and they knew it. Since she had begun studying the precepts of female domination, Donna carried herself with total confidence. Becky was a younger version of her mother. Perhaps the only difference was her hair and eyes, which were both brown as opposed to dark like her mother's. Becky had beautiful full lips. Her athletic, yet feminine figure looked amazing in a pair of jeans. They joked that she was the spitting image of the actress Aimee Teegarden from the TV show "Friday Night Lights."
Donna had been waiting until dessert to break the news to Becky. She wasn't exactly certain how she'd react, but she was hopeful she would look at it positively. She reasoned that her daughter might be more open to the idea since she no longer had a boyfriend to kick around. She took a nibble of the crème brulee and spoke.
"So, you know I've been dating Pete for a while, right?"
Becky: "Yes mom. I'm well aware of your new sub," she joked.
And it was true. Donna told Becky everything. When she first started dating Pete six months ago, she told Becky how she had found a man who ascribed to the philosophies the two of them had embraced in the past couple of years. She had shared all the lurid details with Becky; how Pete had submitted to her in all aspects of their relationship and how she had so thoroughly and decisively taken control of his cock and balls. Becky was well aware of all the ways her mother had humiliated Pete and how much Pete loved it. Her mom had told her how Pete's penis couldn't lie, and how hard it would be all the time as Donna put him through his paces. Becky couldn't help but feel a tiny bit jealous when the topic came up. But she was genuinely happy for her mother. She deserved it.
Looking at him, you could never tell Pete would accept such ruthless terms from a woman. He was a rugged guy, though Donna did tell her daughter that he was a little bit light in the manhood department. They had tossed around the idea of humiliating Pete together, but both had decided they had better hold off on that sort of thing. Now, that might be about to change.
Donna: "No point in me holding back on you, sweetie. I've invited Pete and his son Scott to live with us this summer on a trial basis. What do you think?"
Donna was hopeful Becky would be ok with the idea.
Becky: "His son Scott?" she asked.
Donna: "He's 21 years old. He's going to be a senior at the State University. He's big like his dad, although I have to be honest with you. He's overweight. Pete's been worried about him."
Becky: "Hmm, so I have a new lard ass older brother. Is that what you're telling me?"
Becky could be such a bitch when she wanted to be, Donna thought. It used to bother her, but in recent years she'd learned to embrace it. Donna was a subscriber to the notion that no well-behaved woman ever made it in the world today. In fact, she had a bumper sticker on her car that said as much.
Donna: "Very funny, Beck. I guess if you want to look at it that way, you can. You have a new lard ass older brother."
Becky: "Just great." Inside, she was already playing some interesting possibilities in her head.
Donna: "He's actually quite handsome. He just needs to lose 50 pounds or so. Anyway, he's Pete's son, which means he's quite well behaved." She looked anxiously at her daughter for signs of approval. She thought she could detect her daughters sultry lips curl up almost imperceptibly in a smile.
Becky: "Well, as long as he realizes he's moving into OUR house and is going to be following OUR rules."
Donna: "It's funny you should mention that, dear. Pete has confided in me that his son is very shy with women in school. He might even be a *virgin*."
The two women - neither one of them virgins - laughed at the notion.
Becky: "Oh great. My own fat geeky stepbrother! Glory be!" she said, oozing sarcasm.
Donna: "Here's something to think about. Pete thinks Scott could really use a female influence in his life. Knowing you like I do, that influence could come from you. What do you think? You're a single woman again, Beck?"
Inside, Becky had to confess, she felt a stirring from deep within. Despite her best efforts with Todd, she hadn't gotten what she'd wanted out of the relationship. Sure, she'd gotten rid of him in humiliating fashion, but the relationship never went where she hoped it would. She spoke:
"Mom, you know I love you and I guess I'll have to get used to the idea of having a couple of men around the house. Just as long as I can have my privacy."
Donna: "Sweetie, let me be perfectly clear. You will always have complete privacy in every aspect. In fact, let me tell you what I have in mind."
With that, the older woman learned forward and spoke in a hushed tone. As she spoke, Becky's smile began to widen. Maybe this whole thing wouldn't be such a bad idea after all. In fact, when she got home that day, she made a note on her calendar. Thursday, May 25th - a day she was now very much looking forward to.
Chapter Two – Femdom Bill of Rights
Thursday, May 25th was an appropriately warm spring day. The trees on Donna Johnson's property were in full bloom. A U-haul truck sat in the driveway signifying Scott's arrival to his new home for the summer.
Pete had moved in a week before. He helped his son unload various furniture and baggage. Donna welcomed the boy with a polite hug and then watched the men move things up to the second floor. She followed them up the stairs, warning them from time to time to be careful not to bang any walls. Scott was shocked when his father responded to her comments with, "yes ma'am." He gave his father a quizzical look and was surprised when his dad responded with a steely glance.
By lunchtime, everything was unloaded. Scott had worked up a fierce sweat from all his efforts. He went downstairs and met Donna and his dad in the kitchen. Donna took a look at him. Then, to his surprise she waived a hand in front of her nose. "Whew, Scott," she said. "Why don't you acquaint yourself with the shower upstairs and your dad and I will handle lunch."
Scott was a bit irritated that she would make such a reference, but he agreed he probably was quite ripe at this stage. He went up to his room. He passed a closed door upstairs with a sign on it that said "Becky's Room - KEEP OUT." Curiosity got the better of him; he couldn't help but poke his head inside her room. To his surprise it was much bigger than his room. Plus it had a full-sized walk-in bathroom. Other than that it was a typical girls bedroom. Everything was incredibly neat. In fact, it was immaculate. The bed was perfectly made and covered by a beautiful quilt. The bathroom was equally neat. Scott noticed some feminine napkins on the toilet. For some reason it caused a stirring in his loins. Then he looked on her desk and saw a framed photo. Looking closer, he saw Donna standing with a younger woman. Mountains were in the background. Scrutinizing the photo, he felt his heart quicken as he looked closely at the younger woman. She was the same basic height and build as her mother, though being younger she was built slightly narrower at the hips. She wore tight jeans, which displayed the curves of her midsection. The jeans creased inward wonderfully at her thighs. They dramatically framed her oh-so-feminine pelvic hump. His eyes drifted to her mother who was also wearing jeans. Like mother, like daughter, he thought to himself. He felt a pushing sensation as his groin swelled in his pants. Feeling like a snoop, he left the room and closed the door behind him.
Then he went back to his room and closed the door. He disrobed and went to the shower. He had to walk across the hall, past Becky's room to get to the shower, which was smaller than her bath.
As he showered off his massive body, he wondered where Becky was. He thought of the photo he'd just seen and then he looked down. It embarrassed him to admit he could barely see his manhood beneath his increasingly flabby stomach. He could just see the head of his penis, which at the moment was turgid and quite inflamed. He reached for the soap and began stroking himself. He spread his legs as far as he could in the narrow tub and with his free hand gripped his balls. He imagined it was Becky gripping his balls, standing just outside the shower, monitoring his masturbation. He felt himself reach the breaking point and then groaned softly as went over the edge. He held his free hand in front of his penis and caught the hot cum as it spurted out. It was the second time he'd pleasured himself that day. This was par for the course. He figured he averaged two to three self-administered orgasms per day. It was always a challenge to find privacy at school. Now that he was home for the summer, he figured he would have no such problem.
He finished his shower and dried himself off. He hadn't unpacked his deodorant yet so he wrapped himself casually in his towel and proceeded back toward his room.
When he opened the door he did a double take. Standing in the hallway between the bathroom and his room was none other than Becky Johnson. She stood there in all her glory, wearing the same jeans she wore in the photo. She wore a tight pink top. A matching tiny pink handbag was draped over her shoulder. She stood with her hands on her hips, lips pouting to their full potential. Scott's eyes drifted over her shirt. The words "Girl Power" were scrawled on the shirt in fancy white script. He couldn't help but notice her supple breasts lurking beneath the suggestive message.
His hand squeezed on the towel that was clasped around his waist. He self-consciously realized that he was still semi-hard from his shower escapade and wondered if a lump was visible in the towel that he now held as though his life depending upon it. "Oh, you- you must be Becky. I'm Scott. Scott Johnson." He cursed himself in his head for stuttering.
"Nice to meet you," she said, not moving, and not really sounding like she meant it.
"Nice to meet you, Becky. Can- can I sneak past you?"
"Sure, go ahead," she said, turning sideways and putting her hand out. Scott moved to go past her, but as he went by, she tapped him on his bare shoulder. He turned and faced her. Only a foot separated them. He smelled the perfume on her and felt his heart rate again go up.
"Hey, I'm just curious, you weren't by chance in my room, were you?"
The question caught Scott by surprise. "No, of course not," he said reflexively.
"Oh really?" she challenged. "Because I always place a little piece of paper in my door, and it was on the floor when I got home."
"Hmm," he said turning red.
"Hmm," she mimicked him. Then he saw her eyes drift down momentarily below his waist. That was enough. He decided to make a quick beeline for his room, just a few feet away. "Nice to meet you," he said and he quickly shut his door.
As he dressed, his heart pounded in his chest. He had been caught and it was clear she knew he was lying. He threw on some clothes. Not wanting to get the relationship off on the wrong foot, he composed himself and knocked on her door.
"What?" came the voice from inside her room.
"It's me, Scott. Can I come in for a second?"
The door opened and Becky joined him in the hall. She closed the door. "I'd prefer it if you stay out of my room at all times, okay?"
"Sure, no problem," he said. "But, um, there's something I need to come clean on."
"What?" she said, staring daggers.
"Well, I guess I was curious, and I poked my head into your room before. I thought- I thought maybe you were in there and I'd say hello."
"So you lied to me then?"
"Yes, I'm sorry."
"Can't you read the sign?" she asked, pointing to her door.
"I can. It was wrong of me. I'm sorry."
"I guess I'm going to have to lock the door from now on." Her eyes met his. He felt as though she could see right through him.
"I'm sorry, Becky," he said, his face turning bright red.
"You already said that twice," she said. She again fixed her determined gaze upon him. "I trust we won't let this happen again."
For a high school girl three years younger than him, she sure didn't act like it, thought Scott.
They heard car doors slamming outside. Moments later, the front door opened downstairs. The adults had returned with sandwiches for lunch. Hungry, Scott turned and bounced down the stairs. What he didn't see was Becky's sly grin behind him as she walked down the stairs at a more reasonable pace to join them for lunch.
The next couple of days passed uneventfully. Scott occasionally saw Becky, but she was out both Friday and Saturday night. Scott himself joined a couple of friends for some pool Friday night – all men of course. By the end of the night, Scott had consumed ten beers. He was so hung over the next day that he moped around the house. Saturday night at around eight, he was coming out of the bathroom about to go back to his room when Becky’s door opened and the teen queen popped out of her room. She was dressed to the nines, wearing a tight black dress. Her high heels combined with her skirt made her one impressive looking piece of womanhood, Scott couldn’t help but confess. She might have been 18, but she was way out of his league. To his surprise, she actually stopped and said hello.
Scott felt self-conscious. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and an old sweatshirt and his hair probably looked like crap. “Oh hi Becky,” was all he could muster.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“Yeah, just got drunk last night. Taking ‘er easy tonight I think.”
“Oh, well have fun!” She said and turned to head down the stairs. Scott stopped her.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“Oh you know, out with the gal pals around town,” she smiled. “Have fun. See ya.”
Scott was about to say something, but she disappeared down the stairs before he could muster up the courage. Why didn’t he ask her if he could come? Oh, yeah stupid, he answered his own question. You look like crap. Do you think she would actually wait for you? Scott slumped back to his room in his bed.
At about 10:30, he heard the adults come upstairs. He waited for the sound of his dad and Donna closing the door to the master bedroom. He opened his laptop and immediately went to his favorite femdom website. The site had some humiliating recordings by women that liked to make fun of men. He picked a theme he currently was interested in. The woman in the recording was making fun of his small penis. She told him he was a little-dick loser. Scott pulled his pants down and began stroking himself as he listened to the recording. He just loved the idea of being put in a place by a woman, though he would never admit it to anyone. It was too embarrassing to contemplate. He was a big man and needed to look strong in front of girls like Becky.
Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door and a soft female voice. “Scott?”
He scrambled to throw the computer down and whip his pants on. “Hang on,” he shouted.
“It’s me, Donna.” Just as he managed to hike his sweats over his naked lower half, the door opened and his “stepmother” poked her head in. He wasn’t sure if she had seen him or not.
“Oh hi, Donna,” he said.
“I wasn’t interrupting anything, I hope,” she smiled at him.
“No- no, of course not.”
“You sure?” she asked, her smile continuing to widen.
“No, everything’s fine, what’s up.”
Scott saw her eyes drift down momentarily. He knew what she was looking at. He had been caught. But he wasn’t about to admit it.
“I was just checking in, and making sure you’re doing ok. I know it’s a tough transition coming to a new place and I want you to know both Becky and I are thrilled to have you men around the house.”
“Thanks,” he stammered.
“Ok, well, get a good night’s sleep. We’re going to meet as a family in the morning. Eleven o’clock in the living room.”
“Ok, I should be up by then.”
“I’m sure you will. If not I’ll have your father wake you. Sleep well, Scott,” she said.
That night Scott didn’t sleep so well. He jerked off secretively into an old sock. Then he was aroused again at 1:30 AM when Becky came home. He was surprised she didn’t have curfew, but her mom apparently trusted her. Cripes, Donna gave the girl a BMW convertible. She must have trusted her.
The following morning Scott awoke at 10:30 to find his father standing over him. “Son, we’ve got a meeting in the living room in a half hour. Donna wants us showered and ready. I’ve already showered but you need one.”
Scott was surprised to find his dad barking out orders like this. He wasn’t about to disobey his old man though so he showered himself off and then headed downstairs at 10:59.
Both Donna and his dad were seated, but there was no sign of Becky.
“Have a seat, Scott,” said his dad. He gestured for Scott to come on over to the couch, where they sat, eying what appeared to be some kind of document on the coffee table.
“Read this, Scott,” said Donna. “Take a deep breath and think about it before you react, ok?”
Scott picked up the document and began reading:
Femdom Bill of Rights. A contract.
1. The Johnson family accepts the principles of Female supremacy. The Johnson Women are to be obeyed and worshipped at all times by the Johnson men. The Johnson men are to submit themselves completely and unabashedly to the Johnson Women.
2. The Johnson men are to be fully exposed at all times for the entertainment and convenience of the Johnson Women as long as they are on the Johnson Women's property. This means the Johnson men are to be completely naked and exposed at all times. The only exception to this rule is if the Johnson Women deem it necessary to dress them in a particular outfit of their choosing. This decision, like all others related to the Johnson men, is solely in the hands of the Johnson Women.
3. The Johnson men will be subject to a strict regime of penis control. The Johnson men are not allowed to touch themselves in any capacity without the visual supervision of at least one Johnson Woman. At this time, the Johnson Women have decided not to enforce male chastity on the Johnson men, but this is a decision subject to change based on ongoing behavioral evaluations.
4. The Johnson men are to do all household and non-household-related chores without exception. A list of chores will be posted on the refrigerator and monitored by the Johnson Women on a daily basis.
5. Any request/order from the Johnson Women to the Johnson men is to be obeyed as LAW without exception. The Johnson men should consider it an honor to serve the Johnson women, as any man should consider it his honor and duty to serve the superior Female gender. As such, the Johnson men are to obey the wishes of the Johnson Women with complete deference, sincerity, and dedication.
6. Any deviation from rules #1-5 of the Femdom Bill of Rights, as determined solely by the Johnson Women, will result in disciplinary measures. These measures include, but are not limited to: Severe over the knee (OTK) bare-bottom spankings to be administered with a hairbrush, paddle, or any other object deemed necessary by the Johnson Women. Other measures include various forms of humiliation and exposure as needed to help enforce the law of Female supremacy and maintain order. This might include inviting other Superior Women to witness the Johnson men’s shame.
After he read the first paragraph, Scott’s face immediately turned red. A part of him wanted to put down the paper and run out. But deep as he read each line of each paragraph, he felt a burning sensation from within. He felt a tension rise up from his loins and echo throughout his body. He put the paper down and was quiet for a second. Then he felt the pride rise up inside of him.
“Fuck this. I’m not signing this,” he said. He got up to leave.
“No, Scott, wait!” his dad got up with him. “Just sit back down and hear us out.”
Scott hesitated. Then, suddenly he heard noise on the stairs and Becky appeared from upstairs. She wore another incredible pair of jeans and a nice cotton top. She also wore ankle high boots and quite simply was nothing short of a hot, young babe. She walked into the room and plopped down in the open chair next to the couch where the three of them sat.
Donna spoke, “Scott, I know you were masturbating last night. Look, Becky also told me you entered her room despite the sign on the door. And last night, it wasn’t just the masturbating. All day long you loafed around the house doing nothing. Your dad has told me this is nothing new. Drink Friday night. Do nothing all day Saturday. Then do god knows what Saturday night. Well, consider this an intervention by the three of us. It’s going to be a long summer if we don’t sort out some of your behavioral issues, don’t you think?”
The room was quiet. Scott could not believe the speech his dad’s girlfriend had just given him, in front of Becky no less. It was scathing, and the worst part about it was it was all true.
Donna continued, “Your dad has done well under my tutelage. You need some loving female discipline. Deep inside you know it would be good for you.”
Becky spoke, “Mom, if I could intervene please.”
Donna: “Certainly dear, go ahead.”
Becky turned to Scott. “Scott, while you were reading that document I took the liberty to look around your room. After all, turnabout is fair play, right? Anyway, your computer was on, so I checked your Internet history and, check this out mom,” she said, turning to Donna. “He visits female domination websites.”
“What the fuck?” Scott said. “You fucking bitch!”
“Excuse me?!?” Donna said, getting up.
But Becky put her hand up, unfazed. She turned back to Scott, “Look, just come clean,” she said. “No offense, but look at you. You’re overweight and out of shape. You have no self-discipline. No girlfriend. You clearly need discipline, so why not just give it a chance? At the end of the summer, you can go back to doing what clearly has not worked so well for you if you like.”
Donna felt the pride bubbling up inside of her. Becky was so amazingly composed at 18. She could have cried at that point just thinking of the young woman she had raised. Donna already had complete control of Pete. Now she just needed to reel in the boy and it would be the female dominated household she was looking for. And here was her incredible daughter stepping in and helping to close the deal. Now Donna spoke, “Why don’t both of you just disrobe right now and let’s get this over with. We all know this is the right thing to do.”
Pete immediately got up and began removing all his clothing. Scott hesitated again, then took off his shirt. Then suddenly without warning,, he yelled “FUCK YOU ALL!” He raced upstairs and slammed the door to his room.
Donna and Pete looked at each other, both unsure of what to do. Pete, in a current state of undress, moved toward the steps. As he did, a female voice called out for him to "Wait!" He stopped dead in his tracks.
The voice belonged not to Donna, but to Becky. “I’ll handle this,” she walked upstairs in the direction of Scott’s room. Pete and Donna exchanged glances as the young woman moved without hesitation after Pete’s boy.
Chapter Three – Controlling Big Brother
Upstairs, Becky found Scott sitting on his bed, looking apprehensive. She approached him with more confidence than she’d ever had in her life – and she was a confident girl to begin with. She sat down next to him on the bed and said, “Look at me, Scott.” It wasn’t an order so much as it was a gentle command. Scott looked over and as their eyes made contact, she put her hand on his thigh and gave it a light squeeze.
“Scott,” she began, “I can understand why you’d be afraid, but this is going to be a great thing for you.” She glanced down for a moment. The tip of her pinky rested closest to where she expected his penis to be. She slid it effortlessly toward his groin until she felt the familiar contact.
“I don’t know,” Scott said, not moving. But his body quivered.
“Just relax for a second, ok?” she said. Then she took her pointer finger and began tracing through the little bulge in his pants. “Look at me, Scott,” she said.
He looked up. “Like I said, I know it’s tough for you to think of a someone younger than you - a girl - taking charge of you,” Becky said. “But Scott, look at you, you need this. Tell me, are you a virgin?”
“Y-yes,” he looked down.
“It’s ok,” she said, smiling. “I’m not, but that’s one area where I have more experience than you. And no offense,” she said, “but I’ll bet you jerk it all the time, isn’t that true?” she said. And with that, she took her thumb and forefingers and began tickling the expanding lump in Scott’s pants.
Scott’s face turned red. “I, I don’t masturbate that often.”
“Really?” She laughed. “My mom walked in on you last night. And what’s this?” She leaned over and picked a crusty old sock out from under his bed. Scott felt a sinking feeling. How did she know it was there?
“How many loads have you shot into this?” she laughed as she dangled the sock two inches in front of his face. Again, she reached over and began tickling his crotch.
Scott had enough. He pulled away. “I, I don’t know Becky,” he said. Inside his mind was going a mile a minute. Her touch was amazing, but he couldn’t allow some 18 year old high school girl to dominate him the way she and Donna intended to. And with his dad no less? It was a tough thing to deal with. But at the same time, deep inside, Scott had always fantasized about something like this. And Becky was- she was so sexy! She might be 18, Scott thought, but she carried herself like a mature woman. She was just like those women Scott jerked off to on line that seemed to take a great joy in dominating men. She had a woman’s curves too. And her touch…
“Scott, stop this silly game and take your pants off,” she said. “Then face me.” Her voice was not the least bit unkind. It was gentle, a bit prodding, but steady.
Then Scott thought about his “little” secret and felt the shame and concern seeping over him. What would she say when she saw it?
“C’mon,” she coaxed, putting her hand gently on his shoulder. She learned over and whispered into his ear, “I’m going to make you feel really good, Scott. But it’s going to be my rules, ok?”
Scott could feel her breath on his neck and smell her sweet scent.
He took a deep breath. Then he stood up and removed his pants and underwear. Then he turned and faced her.
Becky had to keep herself from laughing out loud. Big Scott Johnson was very little in the most important area. His little erection looked like it was about four inches long. “Oh,” she muttered almost involuntarily. This was an unexpected development. She figured Scott would be at least average in the penis department. Her face turned bright red and she tried to stifle a laugh. It was important that Scott trust her at this stage of the game.
Scott could tell what she was thinking. It was his constant fear. Maybe she would notice his nice-sized set of balls? Would that count for something? Or at least his penis head was larger than the rest of his shaft. He had that going for him. It stunned him when she reached out and began stroking his erect penis.
Scott felt his entire body start to tingle. He’d never been touched that way before. Two years ago he was at a concert and a girl tried to give him a hand job through his pants, but he didn’t cum. He threw his head back and closed his eyes in a state of ecstasy.
Then he felt Becky’s other hand go around his big testicles and she pulled him back to reality. “Look at me, Scott,” she said again.
When their eyes met, she looked down at his exposed groin, “Has anyone told you that you have a big set of balls?” she said.
“Yes,” he managed to blurt out.
“Especially give the size- oh forget it,” she caught herself too late and then said, “It’s not the worst thing, Scott.” Then she said, “Excuse me for a moment.” She left the room. Scott stood in total shock, trying to catch his breath as she left the room.
She returned with some hand lotion. “Position yourself on all fours on your bed, ok? Sort of like a dog” she said. Scott didn’t like the way she spoke to him, but he felt himself move into position. She smiled and said, “Good boy. Now we’re getting somewhere.” She rubbed a healthy amount of the lotion onto her hands. Then she reached between Scott’s legs and grabbed his penis and balls. She began rubbing them rhythmically together. Within five seconds of her touch, Scott again felt those uncontrollable waves come over him.
“I want to do something,” she said. “I want to see how fast I can make you cum. I bet it takes me less than two minutes?” she said challengingly.
“I don’t know,” he grunted.
“You sure say that a lot,” she said. Scott had a mirror at the base of the bed that he was now facing. Becky knelt above him. “Look at me in the mirror,” she said. Their eyes met.
“Ready? I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life, Scott, in less than two minutes. Before your clock hits 11:19,” she said, focusing on his clock, which currently read 11:17.
Scott felt a feeling of pleasure overpower him as Becky caressed his big balls with one hand and stroked his penis with the other. His entire being was focused on the intense pleasure he felt. For this reason, he didn't notice the drool that had began leaking out of the side of his mouth. But Becky certainly did.
"Look at you," she laughed, and gave his balls a little squeeze to help bring him out of his trance. "I don't even think you're going to make it to 11:18 at this rate. You look like Pavlov’s dog. Maybe I should slow down."
She held him firmly as he gasped and his body shook. He yearned so badly for that feeling he just had that he began to rock his hips back and forth on the bed in the hopes of generating that wonderful friction with her hands.
Now Becky squeezed a bit harder on his balls. "No,” she said. “I'm going to have to deny you if you keep that up. Now, listen carefully. I want you to repeat after me - 'I will do whatever my little sister Becky tells me to do without any back talk.'"
"I will do whatever my little sister Becky tells me to do without any back talk." Scott didn’t like the idea of saying it, but he was focused on his pleasure alone.
"Good boy. Now I know you're older than me, Scott. And you're bigger than me too. But I'm in charge of this relationship. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"I'd prefer if you called me either ‘Sister,' or 'ma'am."
"Yes Sister," he said, praying she'd start stroking him again.
"Good," she said. "Now, when I'm finished with you, I'm going to escort you downstairs and you and your dad are going to sign that Femdom contract. Do you understand?" She stroked him effortlessly as a gentle reminder of her sexual power. Scott began to tingle all over again.
"Yes, Sister," he said again.
"Do you see how easy it is for me to control you?"
"Yes, Sister."
"Then do the smart thing in your life for once - submit."
With that she began pumping up and down on his shaft. Her touch was deft. She positioned her thumb on the underside of his penis and each time she reached the top, her thumb would glide over the most sensitive region of his quivering unit.
Scott's body began to shudder. He felt the tingling build from his knees and his nipples and work its way toward his midsection. The drool came back. Becky felt his balls pulsate in his hands. As the clock still showed 11:18, Scott emitted a grunt from deep within and began spurting uncontrollably onto his own bed. Becky laughed and said, "I told you I could make you lose it in less than two minutes," as her hands steadily finished stroking Scott to the greatest orgasm he'd ever had in his life.
"Awwwww. Awwwww. Awwwww. Awwww!" Scott said as his body released 21 years of pent up frustration that masturbation alone could never relieve for him.
"Say 'Moo!'" Becky said, laughing, amazed at the intensity of his contractions.
"Moo!" he said without hesitation.
"Good boy!" she said.
After 30 seconds, Scott's contractions finally ended. He felt light-headed and dazed on his bed. Becky released his penis, but continued to grip his balls from between his legs.
"What do you say?" she said.
"T-thank you, sister," he said.
"Good boy!" she said again. "Now, I think you need to go downstairs and get some paper towels. Wet a couple of them and clean up your mess."
Scott hesitated, knowing he'd have to go past Donna and his dad.
"Don't hesitate," she said. "Do it now, Scott. Don't make me ask you again."
Her authority registered in his mind. He decided it was best to do what his little stepsister told him to do. After all, he didn't want to disappoint her.
Downstairs, a naked Pete sat next to a fully clothed Donna. It both surprised and delighted them when a naked Scott, (albeit with his hands covering his privates), came running down the stairs and went into the kitchen. A moment later, he returned with a roll of paper towels. Still covering his privates, he raced upstairs.
Donna turned to Pete, "Looks like my Becky has gotten your Scott to give up his clothing."
Pete's face turned red. Then he was reminded of his conviction that this was good for the boy. "Yes ma'am," he said to his superior other.
Back upstairs, Becky had Scott wipe his mess off the bed. When he failed to see a spot up near his pillow, she pointed it out for him: "Scott, you made a mess up here," she pointed with her finger.
Once the job was done, Becky turned to Scott. "Ok, now I'm going to escort you back downstairs and then you and your dad need to sign that contract."
Scott turned to her, confused.
"That's right," she said. "And you should get used to not having any clothing around the house. Come on. Let's go." Before he realized what was happening, the younger woman held him by his hand and was walking him to the door.
He stopped. "Wait, Becky, I don't know."
Becky reached out and took hold of his balls. She didn't squeeze them. She merely held them. "Look at me, Scott," she said. Their eyes met. "I'm going to take you downstairs now. It's your choice if you want me to hold you by your balls or by your hand," she said very matter-of-factly.
Scott felt the resistance leave him. Becky saw it too. So she released his balls and put her hands on her lovely hips. She looked up at him. "You'll get it eventually," she smiled. Then she thought for a moment. "Perhaps it's best if I take your ear. That won't be too embarrassing, but I think it's necessary to help enforce my authority over you - for the both of us."
"If y- you think that's best, ma'am." The words just slipped out of Scott's mouth. He hadn't even known where they came from, but here he was calling his little "stepsister" ‘ma'am.’
Becky's smile broadened as she realized the impact of what had just taken place. With that she reached up and took a firm hold of one of Scott's ears and she proudly marched him down the stairs and in front of an astonished Pete and Donna.
When Pete saw Donna's daughter escort his naked son down the stairs by his ear, he was truly speechless. A part of him wondered what he'd gotten his son into. Then he reminded himself this would be good for the boy.
Donna felt her breasts swell with pride. Her daughter moved with complete authority, as she held a naked boy three years her senior by his ear. It was cathartic! Her eyes drifted down to Scott's penis and she herself had to stifle a snicker - the poor boy. He was even smaller than his father.
"Ok mom, I don't think we're going to have any more trouble with Scott. Are we, Scott?" she asked, twisting his ear.
"No, ma'am," he said, to everyone's shock.
"Wonderful," Donna said. "Then let's get down to business here. Boys, we need you to read your contracts out loud for us ladies. And then of course we need you to sign it.
The two men were made to stand in front of their female counterparts and read the entire document. From time to time, one of the women told them to slow down, or to repeat an important part of the document. Both women sat comfortably on the couch, legs crossed as the men vowed to submit to them as outlined in their oaths.
When it was done, Donna handed Pete a pen and he signed the document. Pete then gave the pen to Scott, who also signed it.
“And so it is done,” said Donna. “Bow before us to show us both that you know your new place.
The men did as they were told. Inside, Scott was thinking “this is crazy!” but he still did what was asked of him. All he could think of was what Becky had just done to him upstairs.
"You're both on a strict diet from now on," said Donna. It's time to get your weight under control. “We’ll give you the details over the next couple of days.”
The men served dinner in their birthday suits while the women sat and ate at their leisure. After dinner, the women watched TV while the men cleaned up the kitchen. Then they were both ordered to come kneel in front of the Johnson women. The women kept them kneeling there while they completed the final ten minutes of the sitcom they were watching (Gilmore Girls). Scott felt foolish sitting there, being ignored like this, but he looked up at Becky and was once again completely smitten. He eyed the crotch in her jeans and the wonderful bump of her vagina evident through the tight fabric. He wondered if he'd ever get to see it, or (gasp) touch it. His penis began to grow.
Becky’s eyes were diverted from the television. "Scott's staring at my crotch," she said to her mother. It was as though she could read his mind.
"Scott, is that true?" she suddenly turned to him.
He was stunned that he'd been caught. What was with these women? It was as though they always knew what he was up to.
"Yes m- ma'am," he said nervously.
"Call me mom, ok?" she said. "And look me in the eye when I talk to you."
"Yes mom."
"Good. Now, both Becky and I know you need a great deal of discipline. We could spank you, but I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt for now. You aren't to even LOOK at my daughter's crotch without her permission. Is that understood?"
"Yes mom."
"Good. It doesn't matter if she's wearing clothing, which she always will be in front of you. You will NEVER see her or me naked. Our private parts are off limits to you. We both know you can't keep your mind off of them. It's part of your animal instinct. But Becky and I will *always* be fully clothed around you. As superior females, we have the right to privacy. You and your dad do not. Are we clear?"
"Yes mom," he said with a note of disappointment.
“Now Becky,” Donna turned to her daughter, “Scott’s erection is a sign of respect to you. It’s his natural instinct as a male to get excited around attractive females like you – and me.”
“Good point, mom,” she conceded.
"Now here's what's going to happen,” Donna said, addressing Scott again. “Starting tomorrow morning, we need to get you and your dad properly trained. I have to go to work, so Becky will be overseeing much of your workout. We have a pair of treadmills in the basement. It's supposed to rain tomorrow, so we'll use those. Both of you will be awoken at 6:30 sharp. Becky has graciously agreed to wake up early. Each morning at 6:30 sharp, six days a week, you two will begin your daily training, so you might as well get used to it."
The men turned to each other. Neither looked happy. Both weren't exactly workout warriors, but both recognized it was probably for the best.
"Both of you have developed lazy habits and it's up to Becky and I to cure you of those habits. Consider yourselves lucky," she said.
After that, the women watched TV, occasionally ordering the men to retrieve things for them. At 10, they decided to put them to bed. Becky took Scott, this time by the hand while the adults stayed downstairs since their bedroom was on the first floor.
At the top of the stairs, Scott made for the bedroom, but Becky stopped him. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked.
Scott looked confused.
"I can see we're going to have to work on your hygiene. In our house, you need to brush your teeth before bedtime," she said, pointing to his bathroom.
Scott had forgotten. While his little sister watched, he cleaned up. He also had to pee, which of course, she supervised. Then she made him wash his hands and face thoroughly with soap and water and escorted him by hand to his bedroom.
Once inside his bedroom, Scott went to his bureau to retrieve underwear.
"What are you doing?" Becky asked.
"Putting on undies," he said.
"No you're not," she said, exerting a new level of authority. "You'll sleep naked on my watch."
He obeyed, it occurred to him, without hesitation. She tucked him in and then sat over him. She caressed his chest a bit, which got an immediate rise from him. Then she spoke. "Get ready for your new regime starting tomorrow morning. Just so you know, you're room is no longer private. The door should remain open at all times. And I mean all times. The same goes for the bathroom - unless you're making #2. Got it?" she beamed down, still caressing his chest.
"Yes ma’am," he said.
"Good. One other thing: Remember the rules. No touching yourself under any circumstances. I will check your balls first thing each morning." She put her finger under his chin. "I'll know if you've been masturbating. Are we clear?"
Scott felt an intense wave of humiliation come over him. While he enjoyed the feeling when she manipulated him with her hands, a part of him hated to be spoken to that way - by a younger girl no less! And he hated the idea of not being able to masturbate, though he'd never admit it to her. That all said, her touch overwhelmed his senses. He looked up at her with glassy eyes and said meekly: "Yes big sister."
"Good boy," she said. "See you tomorrow." And with that she pinched his cheek and walked to the door. Scott watched her ass move confidently in her jeans as she walked away. Despite the predicament he found himself in, he felt shockingly good. His stomach churned with excitement. Becky turned in his open door and gave him a knowing little wave as she exited.
Downstairs, Becky reconnected with her mother who had tucked in Pete. Having gained firm control of Pete months ago, Donna had no such drama in getting him to agree to the new program the ladies had in store for the men. He was already fully on board. But she was elated to see that her young daughter had captured the heart of Pete's older son so effortlessly and efficiently.
As Scott nodded off to an early sleep, Becky caught Donna up on her private dealings with Scott as the two sat on the couch. Donna heaped praise on her daughter. In fact, at one point a tear filled her eye as Becky proudly related the way she had taken Scott in hand using the sound principals of verbal female domination, combined with physical touch. Scott was completely unable to resist her charms. Becky relayed to her mother about how she had to resist the instinct to be too nasty to the boy. She wanted to humiliate him much worse than she had. It was just so much fun bossing him around! The truth was, Scott disgusted her with his weight, his odor and his general weakness as a male. But she knew she first had to reel the boy in. Once he fully understood the predicament he was in, she would slowly turn the screws on him. She also looked forward to having an opportunity to dominate Pete.
"Only if I get a chance with that wayward stepbrother of yours," Donna said.
"Of course, mom!" Becky smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
The two women embraced happily as mother and daughter. Now that they had the boy firmly under female control, it promised to be a highly entertaining summer!
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Chapter Four – Diapering Big Brother
The next morning, Scott had the most wonderful dream. His sister was stroking him as she did the previous evening. He felt the waves of pleasure come over him. Then suddenly she stood before him in nothing more than a pair of white cotton panties. She straddled his body and began to move the little white piece of fabric aside. He relished the idea of seeing her beautiful pussy, but she seemed to have trouble pulling her panty aside and she laughed at her own predicament. Scott got anxious as he felt himself drift toward consciousness...
He awoke, and was startled to feel the covers of the bed snapped away from his body. He looked up and there was Becky standing at the end of the bed wearing a pink jumpsuit and a pair of sneakers.
"Rise and shine," she said, looking down at her naked brother. "Oh, I see a certain part of you is already wide awake."
Scott looked down and saw his penis was extended to its full modest length. The rest of him was exhausted. It was still dark out. Scott heard the pitter patter of raindrops outside his window.
"I'll be back in one minute," she said. "When I return, I want to see you in sneakers and socks. Nothing else," she said.
Scott closed his eyes and felt himself drift off. A moment later, he was startled to feel cold water poured over his penis. Then, he rose and opened his eyes just in time to see Becky dump the rest of the water on his face.
"Ouch, what the hell?" he said.
Becky reached down and pinched his penis between her thumb and forefinger. "Do you think I like being awake at this hour? I'm doing it for you. Now get up before you earn yourself a spanking, Scott," she said.
Scott snapped out of bed as Becky left the room. Jeesh, he thought. This sucks. But he certainly didn't want to get punished. Not by his kid sister. He threw on the socks and sneakers and went downstairs. His "mom" Donna was in the kitchen preparing for work. Scott admired her form as she walked around the kitchen in her high heels and business attire.
"Good morning, Scott," she said cheerfully. "I see Becky has you ready for your morning workout." She made it a point to look down at his groin, which was still engorged.
"Yes ma'am," he said.
"Good boy," she said. Then before Scott could react, she approached him and reached out her hand. She grabbed a flabby chunk of his gut in her hand. "She'll help you and your dad get rid of some of this." She squeezed him for emphasis. "So be sure to obey her." She held him there, waiting for his acknowledgement.
"Yes ma'am," he said again.
She released his gut. "They're already downstairs. Now run along," she said, pointing to the door to the basement.
Downstairs, Scott found Pete in the same outfit that he wore, which was to say no outfit at all. Becky sat on a chair. Pete was already standing on one of two treadmills that were lined up in front of Becky.
"C'mon Scott," Becky said. "On the treadmill like your father."
Scott hopped up next to Pete. Both men waited for instruction from the 18 year old girl.
"Ok, each morning, we're going to meet down here. You will be on the treadmill for an hour. I will monitor your progress. If I don't see you sweating, I'm going to increase the speed. I also have this," she said, waiving what appeared to be a leather whip in front of them. "Expect to feel it on your backside from time to time if I don't think you're giving me your best effort. Is that clear?"
"Yes ma'am," both said.
"Good," she said. "Let's start at five miles per hour."
They did as she instructed. Within five minutes, both men were completely exhausted. Becky went to each machine and lowered it to four miles per hour. Now both men were able to walk, albeit at a much faster pace than they were used to. Suddenly Scott, then Pete felt a crack on their buttocks.
"You have 54 minutes to go, boys. I expect you both can handle the four miles per hour. It’s a snail’s pace."
"Yes ma'am," they both said simultaneously, spurred on by the whip.
Becky put on her Ipod and began listening to music. She sat down in front of them and began doing stretching exercises. She spread her legs as far as they could go, almost at a 180-degree angle and stretched her limber body from one side to the other. The effect on the men was immediate. Despite the exhaustion they felt, their penises grew hard at the sight of the sexy young woman in front of them. Noticing the effect she was having on them, Becky smiled and continued her stretching exercises.
After 15 minutes, both men were once again winded. Both dripped sweat onto the machine. Becky got up and handed both of them towels, which they used to wipe their brows. Scott looked especially exhausted, so she lowered the speed on his treadmill slightly and resumed exercising.
30 minutes in, both men looked like they couldn't complete the exercise. Pete signaled for Becky and she moved along side him. "I - I can't make it, Becky."
Becky held down the button on his treadmill and lowered the speed on Pete's machine.
"Thanks Becky," he said, gasping for air.
"Look Pete, what would my mom say if she heard you calling me Becky? It's 'ma'am' to you, and I won't hesitate to whip your bottom if you make the same mistake again." The held the whip up under his nose for emphasis.
"Yes ma'am," he quickly corrected himself.
"That's better," she said, and she resumed her own exercises.
Pete and his dad exchanged glances. They were both in awe of the power of this young woman and they both couldn't help but get excited as they watched her prance about in front of them. It inspired both of them to complete their exercise.
Finally, after an hour, Becky came over and turned off the machine. "Congratulations," she said. "You've both completed day one of the Johnson family version of 'The Biggest Loser.'" She laughed.
Both father and son caught their breath.
"It's important for both of you to stretch properly after you've exercised. Come sit in front of me and spread your legs."
The two men sat in front of Becky, still seated on her chair. As ordered, they spread their legs.
"As wide as you can," Becky encouraged.
Once they complied, she had them stretch from one leg to the other. Neither man was the least bit flexible. Both looked ridiculous with their penises sprouting up in front of their naked flabby bodies as they tried to comply with her request.
Becky stood in front of Pete first and took his hands, helping him reach as far as he could. She stood dangerously close to his balls. She pulled his arms and was very encouraging. Pete couldn't help but smell her fresh female scent as she stretched him in various directions. It made him throb. She repeated the process with Scott, who was equally enthralled.
When she was satisfied with their stretching, she looked down at the two men and laughed. "Boy, it looks like both of you are a bit excited this morning. Unfortunately you're in training and both mom and I feel it's best you don't ejaculate during the week. And it's Monday."
The men looked at each other. Both were dismayed at the rule she had just come up with.
"Excuse me, but I'm not getting the response I was looking for. Come on guys, what do you say when a woman addresses you in this household?"
"Yes ma'am," they both said.
“That’s it. Show me the respect your penises are showing me,” she smiled.
“Yes ma’am,” they said again.
"Good," she said. "Now, neither mom nor I want to have to resort to a male chastity belt. We both think you should be able to control yourselves. But we'll be checking you regularly. And we both have ways of knowing if you've strayed. Capiche?"
Resigned, both men agreed.
"Great, now you can both thank me for taking the time this morning to help train you. I think a polite kiss on my sneaker will suffice."
With that each man got in front of Becky and kissed her sneaker.
After that, Becky informed them it was time for them to shower off. She trusted Pete was trained well enough to shower on his own, but she informed Scott she'd be supervising his shower. At first, Scott felt that increasingly familiar sense of humiliation, but then he realized he liked the idea of being "supervised" by his kid sister. Upstairs they went. Becky held his hand as though he were a child and escorted him to his shower. Then, as she watched, he scrubbed his body off - more thoroughly than he ever had before - thanks to her insistent directions. She had him spend a great deal of time scrubbing his cock and balls, as well as his anus.
By the time he was done, he was rock hard.
"Oh look, that little penis of yours has gotten all excited again," Becky said, thrilled that her desired effect was taking place.
Scott didn't like the way she put him down, but he was hopeful maybe she'd do something about it. Instead, she said, "It's ok, Scott. I know you can't control yourself around me. Come with me to the kitchen and we'll take care of it."
He followed her hopefully to the kitchen, where she went to the freezer and removed a big pack of dry ice. "Have a seat," she said.
She then placed the ice directly on his groin area. "There. That ought to cool things off a bit. Don't say I never did anything for you," she mused.
"Thank you, sister," Scott said, not really feeling that good about the situation.
After that, Becky went out for most of the day. Before leaving, she reviewed the list of chores with Scott. Pete had already left for work. Scott spent the rest of the day cleaning the house as instructed by Becky.
Becky and Donna met for dinner that night. When they returned, they found a very clean house and two naked men watching TV, both tired from the new female regime they were subjected to. Both stood at attention as the women entered the household. The ladies put the men to bed and took over the TV.
And that's the way it went in the Johnson household that first week. Scott adapted quite well to his new way of living, or so it seemed on the surface. Both Johnson men enjoyed their morning workout sessions with Becky. She was a wonderful trainer and had a knack for motivating the two men. Each morning, she'd wake Scott and check his balls. Any time he got into a state of bother, she'd resort to the ice pack to make sure he stayed focused.
The first weekend was great. On Sunday, the women ordered the men onto the scales. Scott had lost six pounds and Pete lost eight. The respective women took them into private rooms and gave them a hand release to reward them for their efforts. Scott positively convulsed in Becky’s clever little hand. He had never felt such pleasure before and he made strange noises as he came. Becky just laughed and ordered him to clean up.
The threat of spanking was always in the air, but the women didn't have to enforce it. Both men seemed to know that the threat was real and neither one crossed the line. They were remarkably obedient in the eyes of both women. That was about to change.
Week two went seemingly without a glitch. Becky had started her summer job as a bartender at a local club. She made lots of tips. This meant she now supervised only Scott's workouts, which occurred late in the morning, while Donna took charge of Pete's early morning workout.
The following Sunday, the weigh-in produced some big surprises. When Pete stepped on the scale, he was the same weight as the week before. Then Scott produced a complete shocker. He was three pounds heavier than the previous week!
Becky's first thought was to reach up and slap her brother in the face. But she caught herself. Instead, both she and her mother said, "What!" simultaneously.
Then Donna added, "What the hell is going on here?"
Then Becky did something that caught everyone off guard. She reached out and cupped Scott's balls in her hand. Then with her other hand she began caressing his penis lightly. "Look at me, Scott," she said.
The boy was in quite a state. His little sister's touch was overwhelming to him. She had a way of making him tingle all over and in doing so she reduced him to a quivering shell of a young man ruled by his own sexual impulses.
She continued, "You can trust me, Scott. I want to know exactly what happened."
Then, to everyone's surprise, Scott began to cry softly. "I- I've been eating fast food for lunch every day."
"I see," said Becky and with that she released her big brother, leaving him in a throbbing state.
"And what about you, Pete?" Donna said. "What's your excuse?"
"Oh Donna, I've been sneaking donuts in the morning on the way to work. I just can't help it. I love to eat. I'm sorry."
"Oh you're going to be VERY sorry," she said.
Becky and Donna looked at each other. Then Donna spoke. "The Johnson women need some privacy to discuss the situation. You two can go into the laundry room and close the door while we decide on your punishment."
Scott and his dad went into the laundry room and shut the door. They eyed each other apprehensively. Pete then spoke: "I'm sorry if this has been hard on you, Scott. I really think it's the right thing for both of us though. Accepting their superiority is good for us in the long run."
To Pete's surprise, Scott wasn't mad. "It's ok, dad," he said. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I- I think I enjoy being dominated by Becky. The way she touches me. It's just, I don't know."
Pete smiled, "I hear you, son. It was really good for you to feel a woman's touch. Even though she's not even in college yet, she's an incredibly mature young lady. She's also a head-turner. What a piece of-" he caught himself. "I think you should do whatever you can to make her happy."
"I'll try dad."
"Well, you probably should know that we're both in for it now. If Becky is anything like her mother, and I think she is, she's going to punish you severely for this. So you better be ready for anything. Including a hard spanking."
Scott gulped. "Do you think she'd do that?"
"I wouldn't put it past her."
Just then, Becky poked her head in the laundry room. "Ok, we're ready for you."
They followed her out to the living room. What they saw was alarming to say the least. Donna sat on the couch with a large wooden paddle in hand. Both Scott and Pete suddenly felt a sinking feeling. Then Donna spoke.
"We've decided on your punishments." she said. "This wasn't an easy decision for us," she said, but her face betrayed her words. She had a slight smile on her face, indicating that the decision might have been easier than she let on.
"Pete, you should know better," she continued. "You're going over my lap for a good hard lesson on your backside."
Pete put his head down, knowing he was in for it.
She continued: "Scott, you are new to this lifestyle, and you're still learning the ropes. Becky has convinced me, maybe against my better judgment, that you don't yet need a spanking. Instead, she will be handling your punishment as she sees fit."
Becky smiled at Scott triumphantly. "Go get dressed, Scott. We're taking a little trip to the supermarket. I'll explain on the way there. Move it.” She pointed to the stairs.
Scott immediately ran upstairs to put clothing on. He didn’t quite understand why he was so willing to obey his little stepsister, but he was. As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard the first vicious smack of the paddle on his father's bottom. He felt bad for his father, but grateful he'd been spared similar treatment. The idea of being spanked (by a woman no less!) was mind-boggling to him. He never ever wanted it to happen to him and he was glad the women that now controlled his life had chosen to take pity on him.
A few minutes later, he returned to the living room and what he saw was absolutely stunning to him. Donna had Pete over her lap on the sofa. His hand was pinned tightly behind his back. Donna's paddle came down methodically on his ass with a resounding thump. Then she raised her hand and did it again. She lectured him like he was a ten year old boy! "You're going to learn (SMACK) to fear the women of this household!" she said.
Becky stood watching with her arms folded. She had a smug smile on her face. But what really got to Scott was his poor dad. He was crying. No, he was sobbing. This was a guy who used to be in the army! His big tough dad now reduced to tears at the hands of a woman. And his ass was bright red, yet Donna acted as though she didn't care! She inflicted spank after spank as though it were no big deal. Pete was kicking his legs up, but she held him firmly on her lap. In fact, Scott looked carefully and it appeared as though she had pinned his dad's penis between her sexy thighs, just above her knees. What had his dad gotten them into? This was crazy! Then again, he admired her fine womanly form as she sat upright and put Pete in his place one blow at a time.
Before he could complete the thought, Becky reached out her hand and said, "let's go, little brother."
With that, they left Donna with poor Pete and headed to the market together. On the way to the market, Becky didn't say a word. She drove with her lips pursed. Scott tried to say something at one point, but without taking her eyes off the road, she said, "Keep your mouth shut until we get to the market, Scott."
Once in the parking lot, Becky turned off the car and turned to Scott. "I suppose you think you're getting off easy. Well, let me tell you something. Based on your behavior to date, I have no doubts I'll be taking you onto my lap at some point this summer." She allowed the words to sink in. Then she continued. "I was hoping I didn't have to deliver this lecture again, but look at you. You're pathetic! Don't you want to lose some weight, or do you want to be a fat ass all your life?"
"I want to lose some weight," he said.
"Oh really?" she said, glaring at him again. "Look, your stepmother and I both decided that since you act like a little boy, we're going to have to treat you like one. We're here to buy adult diapers for you. My friend Laura works as a cashier, so you can find out from her where they are located and then you can pay her with your own money. Since you can't be trusted, I'll go in the store with you," she again fixated a determined smile on him.
Scott felt an immediate panic. Adult diapers?!? Was she serious? And he was going to have to buy them? This was terrible.
"Please, I'll lose weight. You don't have to do this."
"I know I don't have to do this," she scowled. I want to do this. Us women gave you and your dad every opportunity to obey the rules and do what we asked, and you didn't do it. Let's go."
Tears once again filled Scott's eyes. This was so unfair! He wanted to run away! But then he thought about it. He couldn't be homeless. He had no money and no place to go. He was trapped.
Becky softened her voice, "You know, for a 21 year old guy, you sure do a lot of crying." She put her hand on his leg, "Look, Scott, I know this isn't easy for you. But I also know it's the right thing for you. I might be younger than you, but I know what's best for you. I care deeply about your development," she said squeezing his thigh.
Scott responded to her touch and her command. He inhaled deeply and wiped away his tears.
"Good boy," she said. "Now, I won't lie to you. This is going to be a fairly difficult, sometimes demeaning process for you. But it's in your best interests to obey me."
Before he could react, she got up out of her seat. With her back to him, she smiled knowingly. Could he really be going for it? She had him totally whipped! And it was easy. Now, she was going to have the opportunity to work him over the way she wanted to. This was where the fun would really begin.
The two walked into the store together and Becky led Scott over to a young female cashier. Scott noted with some relief that nobody was in line. She was a little thing, maybe 5'3", slim, with long wavy brown hair, and hoop earrings. She looked bored, but her eyes lit up when she saw Becky approach.
"Hey Becks! What's going on?" she said.
"Hi Laura," she said. "This is my step brother, Scott," she said.
"Nice to meet you," she said with a knowing smile.
What had Becky told her, Scott wanted to know?
"Nice to meet you too," Scott mumbled.
"Scott has something he needs to ask you," Becky said. The two girls fixated their eyes on Scott.
Scott felt his heart pounding, but he knew he had no choice. "D- Do you know where I can find the adult, d- incontinence wear?" he asked awkwardly.
Laura's smile could have knocked him on his ass. "Do you mean adult diapers?" she asked.
"Y- yes."
Becky cut in, "Where are your manners? Say 'yes ma'am', Scott.”
"Yes ma'am."
Laura laughed out loud. Then she said, "Do you have a little problem you need to tell us about?"
"Yes ma'am. Um, Becky has decided to diaper me be- because I didn't lose weight like she wanted me to."
Becky cut in again, "That's not the only reason, Scott. It's because you act like a child." She turned to Laura. "He masturbates constantly," she said. "And he's a virgin." Then she turned back to Scott. "Don't worry Scott. I've told Laura all about you, but I want you to admit it to her. It'll be good for you. Go ahead."
Laura was now giggling almost uncontrollably. "Is there something you need to tell me, Scott?" she asked, playing along. Just like Becky she spoke to him as though he was younger than she was.
Scott's face must have been as red as an apple, but he was helpless under their carefully orchestrated interrogation. He also felt himself strangely aroused by the whole situation. "I masturbate constantly. And I'm a virgin, ma'am." he admitted.
Laura giggled: "I see. You can find adult diapers in aisle six. You might want to pick up some baby powder and baby oil while you're there."
Becky: "Look at you! Getting an extra sale for the store. You go girl!" Then she turned to Scott, "Run along to aisle six. I need to talk to my friend. We'll be waiting for you here."
Scott put his head down and headed to aisle six. He heard the laughter behind him as his little stepsister and her friend presumably made fun of him. He hoped they didn't notice how aroused he was. Did he actually like being bossed around like this? He didn't know why, but he thought he did!
Scott found a package of extra large adult diapers. Then he grabbed some baby powder and headed back to the checkout line where Becky and her friend were waiting. He put the items on the belt and prepared to pay, but then Becky's voice stopped him. "Wait, I want you to get the female extra large adult diapers. The pink colored ones. And get two packages." Laura laughed and turned to see his reaction, which was predictably sour.
"DON'T give me that look, Scott," his little sister scolded him. "You have thirty seconds to return back here with the right diapers. Otherwise I might consider having Laura over to watch me diaper you."
Laura: "Wait, Beck, I think he might actually like that."
Becky: "Ya, good point. Well, hurry up anyhow. Just because I said so."
Scott knew by now it was futile to resist Becky. He couldn't believe the latest trial she was putting him through but he returned to aisle six and found the pink XL women's diapers and grabbed two packages.
They settled up with Laura, who continued smiling and giggling the whole time. Becky made Scott thank her again to which Laura replied, "My pleasure. Maybe I'll see you sometime, Scott," she taunted. "Enjoy your diapers! I'm sure you will."
Back home, they found Pete standing and facing the corner with an extremely red bottom, and Donna watching TV. Becky ordered Scott up to his room and out of his clothing. She said she'd be there in a moment.
Scott stripped down and waited anxiously for his little sister to arrive. He was hard as a rock in anticipation of her.
She entered and smiled when she saw him in that state. She ordered him to lie across the bed so that his legs were draped over the side. While he did that, she prepared a diaper. It was huge and bulky. Once it was ready she approached Scott with a big smile.
"Spread your legs," she said. "Good," she said, as he complied. "Now lift your bottom up for me. Good boy." She tucked the diaper beneath him. Then she stood there for a moment looking down at him.
"Why is your penis all hard, Scott?" she asked.
"I- I don't know," he said.
"Do you like the idea of being diapered?"
"I don't know."
"Your penis says you like it. And penises never lie." She flicked him a few times for emphasis. Scott groaned and felt that familiar tingling in his chest again.
"Oh, look, you're getting wet," she noted. She walked over to his night table and grabbed the baby powder. She then sprinkled a healthy amount onto his penis and balls. She rubbed it in. The rubbing caused Scott to sigh with pleasure.
Becky put a stop to it. "There will be none of that for a while," she said. "Only big boys get to cum and you lost those privileges. Stop sneaking Big Macs and then maybe we'll talk."
She folded the diaper across his midsection, much to his dismay, and stuck the sides of the diaper together. She then had him stand in front of the mirror while she admired her handiwork. Because the diaper was made for a woman, it sagged a bit.
"You look absolutely ridiculous!" she said. "I hope this is a lesson to you."
The only thing Scott could think about was the state of his balls and the pain he felt. He was so horny and needed to cum so badly. Yet, his little sister was denying him. He thought maybe if he asked nicely, he'd get somewhere.
"Please, big sister, c- can I masturbate for you?"
"Can you masturbate for me? Of course not, silly! There will be none of that until you show progress on the scales."
Scott looked crestfallen. "But, but I'm in pain."
"You should have thought of that before you defied me and my mother. You're going to have to learn the hard way the way things work around here. And if that means your balls get a little blue, that's your problem."
She smiled wickedly at him. She watched as he bent at the waist, trying to relive the pain.
"Come with me," she said, taking pity.
Downstairs they went. When Donna saw them, she let out a chuckle. "Oh look at my adorable little step son. Come here."
Becky pushed him in front of Donna and folded her arms across her chest.
"I see somebody is learning a few difficult lessons. Well, you'll be a better man some day," Donna said.
Becky spoke: "He’s in a state of bother. Is the ice pack in the freezer?"
Donna: "Oh aren't you kind," she chuckled. "Go ahead. Say, when you change him before bedtime, I'd like to watch."
Becky: "Sure, no problem, mom."
Becky grabbed the ice pack out of the freezer and dropped it in the front of Scott's pants. "There," she smiled. "That ought to relieve some of the pain. What do you say?"
"Thank you ma'am," he said, feeling a great deal of frustration.
"It's my pleasure."
Scott and Pete served the women dinner and cleaned up. After dinner, Scott had to go to the bathroom. He wasn't sure what he should do, so he asked his kid sister.
"What do you think, silly? Go in your pants. Oh, and I'm glad you asked me. Any time you have to go, I'd like you to ask me, unless I'm in my room in which case you should just feel free to let it go."
Scott felt his pants fill up with urine as Becky looked on with great satisfaction.
"Good boy," she said. "If you have to take a shit, for god's sake, use the toilet. I'm not cleaning that up."
When the women decided it was time for the men to go to bed, Donna followed Laura upstairs. There, she watched with pride as her daughter humiliated her boyfriend's son. The girl certainly had a knack with that boy. It gave Donna intense satisfaction to see her daughter, clad in a tight pair of jeans and a sensible blouse, stand over a 21 year old man who willingly spread his legs and submitted to having a pink adult diaper applied to his fat ass. Indeed, Donna had raised her daughter well. She was the complete picture of maturity and dignity as she tended to Scott, who was anything but, not that he could do a thing about it. It was clear to Donna that Becky had him wrapped around her little pinkie finger.
They tucked Scott in together and then went downstairs and watched TV. Both talked about how wonderful it felt to be in charge and what a great time they both were having with their new arrangement.
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