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Strange Thoughts

Chapter One

Seb Ritchie had to have the strangest thoughts of any fourteen year old in the world. At least that's what he thought. After all, he knew it wasn't normal for a teenager to love to wear the clothing more readily available to those quite a bit younger and then, to pretend he was a little kid. But that's how he was, and what he did, so he'd learned to live with it.

Of course, Seb knew to keep this to himself but whenever he was home alone he'd be up in his room, taking out whatever was the latest item of clothing he'd managed to 'find' in amongst the discarded clothes of his little brother Philip, or, if he'd been extremely lucky, from one some unsuspecting first year at school, or a fat kid from the nearby primary who's clothes he could get into. Then Seb would strip off what he saw as his teenage disguise, and replace it with the smaller clothes for the wonderful feelings that would give him.

Shorts were his long-term favourites, and the shorter and smaller the better. Seb just loved the feeling of the shorts as they slid up over his legs, leaving his shins, knees, and thighs bare in their wake, before they tightened around his hips, and across his rear. All the time he'd be watching his transformation in the mirror, as the tall, lanky teenager, was downgraded into a little kid, as the t-shit featuring some childish slogan, or cartoon character came down over his head, but more often than not, not making it all the way down to his waist, so a little bit of his mid-drift and the small of his back would remain on display throughout.

Once Seb was dressed in his age-appropriate clothes, and he was feeling once more like a little kid he'd get on with his normal routine, just moving things around his room as if he was tidying it or sitting at his little desk as if he was doing his homework, when in fact he would be really working on the latest plot he wished he could be involved in. All the time he'd glance at the way he looked in the mirror, not least of which being just how much his erection would show through the tight material, while, around the back, his buttocks would be tightly outlined, to show the crack running up the middle. Only at the very last moment, when anyone else was due home, would Seb final reach down to the front of the shorts, and rub himself off until once more, had had to rinse the shorts out.

Given that he spent so much time in this fantasy world, it's no surprise that Seb had a gifted imagination to make up scenarios in which his dreams would come true, fuelled by any programme on TV, where a smaller boy was featured, but more so the older shows, where the younger boys were there just to be bossed about, rather than the smart mouth wise-ass mini adults that were now common. Seb didn't want to be the one bossing the older boys and adults about, he wanted to be the one bossed around, told what to do, when to do it, and if he didn't then he was to be punished. That's what being a little kid meant, at least to Seb Ritchie ever since he'd been tricked into playing doctor with his little brother and his mate Jake.

Philip and Jake Harrison had been just ten back then, when they'd taken their first aid course together, which would start them on their later career of being medical professionals. Inspired by the Harrison's much more rigid work ethic, Philip had buckled down, and much to his family's surprised had soon excelled, rising along with Jake right through the ranks until, they were soon the youngest ever to take the highest First Aid qualifications they could. The problem was they needed someone to practise on, and being so young, it was felt that they couldn't use an adult, and as Jake had no siblings, that only left the then twelve year old Seb.

Both the Harrison and Ritchie parents, had expected to have to bribe Seb into taking part, but he volunteered even before anyone else could make the suggestion. In fact he seemed more than eager to help his brothers out, and there was a good reason for that. He was.

The medical, Seb was given took place over the course of one of the two most eventful - and best - days in the twelve year old's life. At first it was all pretty dull, as the two junior medics checked his eyes, ears, mouth, while Seb just sat there wearing a dressing gown he'd put on backwards to act as a hospital gown. Then it came time for his heart and lungs to be checked, so he unfastened the ties behind his back and slipped the gown from his shoulders, leaving his upped body bare and accessible.

More checks were carried out, as the two younger boys listened to his chest, tapped his back, and did other things Seb didn't really understand, but which allowed him to enjoy being ordered about by the youngsters. That said, when Philip told him to remove the dressing gown completely Seb was having second thoughts, as his enjoyment would no longer be hidden once he was naked, but, in his world, it wasn't for him to not do something he was told to do, so he did.

Philip giggled, throughout the remainder of the examine while Jake managed to keep a slightly more professional appearance, as he attempted to ignore the hardness that was proudly standing up from between his patient's legs until even he was starting to giggle, at which point he simply told Seb to lay down on his front on the examination table (actually a wallpaper pasting table), so they could examine his legs and back.

That, Seb thought, would be the end of the excitement of the day but, as it happened there was something the mini-medics had forgotten, something really rather basic, which they didn't realise until they were reviewing their notes at the end.

"We didn't take his temperature?" Jake was the first to spot it, "Where's your thermometer?"

Philip's face fell. "I thought you were bring it!"

"I didn't. Doesn't you mum have one?"

Despite being already the most medically qualified person in the house, Philip was still deemed too young to be given access to the medicine cabinet in his parent's bathroom but, Seb wasn't, and he knew only too well that they did indeed have a thermometer, as he'd used it on himself on more than one occasion so he told his brother just where to find it, and to bring the entire kit down.

"We can't use that!" Jake said when he saw it. "That's a rectal one."

Philip barely suppressed another dose of the giggles, "You mean it goes up the bum?"

Turning his head away so it wouldn't be noticed, Seb tried not to smile too much, as the medics continued to discuss what they would do, as they had to have a temperature in order to finish the examination, and couldn't make it up, as that, according to Jake "wouldn't be right!" Philip had no such qualms but Jake was slightly older so he got to make the decisions, which led up to them asking Seb if he minded if they took his temperature 'that way'.

"You're the doctors," Seb said, "I'm the patient, I have to do whatever you think is best, as long as you tell me what you are going to do!"

It was a quote right out of the younger boys' text books, as all three of them knew, and so it was that Seb had to lay there, with his erection pressing quite painfully into the unrelenting table top, while the rectal thermometer was greased up from the jar of Vaseline that came with it, and then pushed into his bottom, where it was left until a reading could be taken, and entered onto his chart.

To say Seb enjoyed the experience would be to dramatically under sell what went on that day, as he'd never felt so excited before, not just because of what was going on but due to the firm way the 'doctor's talked to him. Ordering him to turn this way, or that way, and of course, to take his clothes off, and to stay still, when his bottom was being penetrated. He had to admit that the thermometer didn't feel as good as it had on the many occasions he'd done it to himself, but all the same, it was a core part of the experience and one that would directly lead to the second event just a week or so later that would seal his fantasy life forever.

It was a late morning when the still twelve year old Seb Ritchie woke up from a great nights dream of being a pesky little brother to some mean teenager, so he was in no rush to get up, although he eventually did. Quickly he removed the shorts he usually slept in, as they now had a slightly damp front, that was testament to just how much he'd enjoyed that particular dream, and once more stood in front of the mirror to examine himself.

Seb was a little short for his age, although unlike some of his classmates that pleased him, rather than embarrassed him. At twelve he still retained some of the lingering baby fat that would be mostly gone by the time he was fourteen. In the following two years, what was then a light dusting of barely visible hairs on his arms would spread to his legs, and he'd even develop a small bush around the base of his penis, but at twelve, that all seemed a long way off. But again, Seb didn't really mind.

Being alone and awake, it didn't take Seb's brain long before it was drifting back to the 'medical' he'd received a few days earlier, and just how excited by it he'd been, despite or as he now realised because he'd been embarrassed at being naked in front of the two younger boys. He knew, or at least thought, that it would never happen again, but that didn't stop him from thinking about just how humiliating he'd felt and how that had turned him on and how, he'd decided to explore the subject a bit further on the computer he'd been given for his twelfth birthday.

Rigged up with the latest software, to keep their children safe Mr. and Mrs. Ritchie, hadn't realised that while they'd prevented un-approved adults from being able to interact with Seb, and later Philip, they'd done nothing to stop their eldest son from going to look for things that he probably shouldn't, as was fitting with their open door policy which stated that if Seb had questions about something he should be able to find the answers on his own, un hindered by their hang ups. So, as cyber aware as someone his age could be, and hiding behind fake names and accounts, Seb had hit the Internet.

Seb had began his search the day after the medical, at the normal, and safe, answer sites but none of these provided him with much of an answer to his questions so he'd been forced further a field until he'd come across several forced nudity sites, and naked in public sites, which seemed to cater for his interests as they related apparently true life tales of people - both male and female - who'd found themselves without clothes, for one reason or another. Of these Seb swiftly narrowed down those most like his own fantasies until he'd saved a large cross section of tales where boys, his own age or younger, had been rendered naked by accident, by their own design (most often streaking or skinny dipping), or his favourite, by other, boys who themselves remained clothed.

So it was that it wasn't long before Seb was once more lying down on top of his bed, with his head raised, to read a print out of his favourite story, about various Cub Scout initiations that were applied to an older boy who was being punished, by the rest of the cubs, for attempting to ruin their camp. This included him being naked whenever in the camp, wearing a much too small old style cub uniform - with very short shorts - when in town, while all the while having to undergo quite a lot of spankings, and being tied up.

Suddenly the near teenager's thoughts of just how all that would have felt, when his bedroom door opened, and Philip's shaggy brown haired head poked around it. The younger boy's face lighting up by what he saw, while Seb was so stunned that he just lay there with his hand on his erection, even when Philip was followed joined in his room, by Jack Harrison.

It wasn't until both younger boys were standing at the end of his bed, one with a wide grin on his face, and the other, Jack, giving him the oddest look, that it occurred to Seb to cover himself up, but being naked he had no clothing near by, so he did the first thing that came into his head. He placed his pillow over himself.

"You were having a wank!" Jack pointed out as if all three of them weren't already very much aware of that fact.

"There's no point covering up," added Philip, "As we've seen you naked before during the examination. So you might as well loose the pillow before you get it all messy."

When his younger brother put his hand out for the pillow, Seb strangely felt complied to give it to him. Philip then snatching it from him, and tossing it across the room onto the pile made by the rest of his bedclothes. This left Seb naked once more, yet despite the truth in his siblings previous words, Seb still felt everyone of the four eyes that were no seemingly staring straight at his genitals, which for their own reasons, were doing nothing to hide at all. His erection remaining every bit as stiff, and excited as it had been when he'd been reading about a fictional teenager in a situation that wasn't all that dissimilar from what had now happened to him.

The rush of blood between his legs was the only explanation Seb would be able to come up with as to why he didn't just tell the younger boys to get out of his room and leave him alone. Yet, as it was every time he looked up at either one of them and tried to open his mouth to do just that, he felt the little boy's eyes on his private parts, and found he couldn't say anything.

For the next few minutes it seemed no one had any idea what to do next. That is until Jake spotted the sheet of computer printout that had fallen from the bed, and picked it up to read it. When he did so, his eyes became wide, so wide in fact that Philip noticed and he too read the sheet, which Seb knew by heart as it was the story he'd been reading when he'd been so rudely interrupted.

"You're brother's been really naughty!" Jake giggled, as they read and re-read the adventures laid out before them.

"To right he has, and we've got him - just like it says here - bang to right!" confirmed Philip.

A short period of giggled whispering then occurred between the two younger boys, which eventually led to them putting an ultimatum to the naked Seb. "We caught you being naughty, so unless you want us to tell everyone what we've seen you doing, you have to let us punish you. Do you understand?"

It was a variation of the words used on several different occasions in many of Seb's favourite stories; he'd just never expected it to be said directly to him. Now it was, it was one of the most scary and yet, exciting things he'd ever heard. Naturally he said yes.

"Right good then, the first thing we need to do is," Jake consulted the instructions given in the printout, "Is move this down to natural ground, so let's go to the living room."

There was no further discussion as Seb was herded out of his room and down the stairs, all the while remaining totally and completely naked. Philip led the way, while Jake followed behind, so all the way Seb was able to feel the blue eyes of the blond haired boy burning into his rear, until they reached the living room when he was told to stand on the centre mat while the two boys sat beside each other on the sofa.

Seb had read enough stories where this sort of thing happened that he knew exactly what he was expected to do, so that even though he felt horrible on display he still remained with his arms at his sides, eyes looking forward, as the other boys continued to stare at him, and giggle whisper between themselves, his humiliation building like a fluttering in his stomach at seemed to go directly to his private parts.

"Sebastian," Philip gave Seb's full name a very rare outing to show he was serious, "You've been a very bad boy so you are gong to be punished in the time honoured way that bad little boys are punished."

"A bare bum spanking." Burst in Jake, while his friend was still building the moment.

A sudden involuntary shiver ran right through Seb's body, for while it was something he'd often thought about and had been reading about, he'd never actually been spanked before. Yet due to his research he knew what question he was meant to ask.

"How many?"

The two boys looked at each other, before Jake looked down at their script for inspiration, "The punishment should fit the crime."

"Okay," Philip looked a the sheet, "let's see. It's three spanks for each year of his life, plus ever year of those he did the wrong too. So that's twelve plus ten plus ten, times three so." A quick pause followed while it was worked out

"Ninety-six spanks." Jake came up with the answer first, so he got to go first and Seb was directed to his lap to get things going.

The two younger boys seemed to hold their breath for the next few seconds while Seb didn't move but then they released their pent up breathing the moment the older boy started to shuffle towards his little brothers' best mate until he was above Jake's lap. Then Seb lowered his body, down onto his knees and then across Jake's lap, until the younger boy's thighs were pushing up into his belly.

Immediately a surprisingly, cold ten year old hand came to rest on the older boy's bottom, pushing him forward, until he wiggled along so that his stomach was removed from her thighs and his groin took their place, with his penis slipping into place, nestling in the space between the other boy's legs.

What seemed like an age of agonising suspense followed until, without any warning at all, the first smack came down hard, causing Seb to give an involuntary yelp, and for his entire body to jerk with the impact, and with the knowledge that there were another ninety-five similar blows to come.

It only took for as long as Seb was embarrassed about his childlike yelp, for the next blow to arrive but by then he was slightly better prepared, yet he still reacted in much the same way, albeit with a touch more dignity. Or as much dignity as a twelve year old could muster when being spanked by a younger boy.

And so it continued with Seb's bottom soon beginning to feel raw and the sting starting to scream through his body, with each and every slap that it was given. Even when he knew they were coming he still yelped slightly, but before long those yelps were becoming more like cries, and then the cries became more like sobs, and then the sobs, came with tears that trickled down his face for the last half of his punishment, until the younger boys had counted all the way up to target figure.

Seb's tears soaked the fabric of the couch beneath his face, yet even as he was still naked over the younger boy's lap getting spanked until his bottom turned bright red, and even as he was later standing in the corner with his hands on his head, and that same bright red bottom on display, he still felt oddly excited, as if he'd enjoyed the entire thing, which of course he had.

Chapter Two

For the next two years, Seb was a lot more careful about what he did and where, and thankfully neither Philip or Jake raised the subject ever again, although Seb was more than a little aware of the looks his brother's mate gave him from time to time. This isn't to say that Seb didn't continue in the fashioned in which he'd started, as he didn't. He continued to look online, and elsewhere for stories that would fit into this new theme he was developing for himself,

Able to find situations he liked in the most strangest of places, Seb devoured old style Saturday morning movies that were made for, and always featured kids, mostly boys, getting caught, taken hostage, or kidnapped, in some place or other. These movies, being old, often had their leads dressed in the ways Seb wanted to be dressed, from the tight shorts or the 1970s and 1980s versions right back to the old style school uniform favoured in the really old ones. It being this uniforms with the long sleeved shirts, tie, knee length socks, cap, and optional blazer and of course the grey school shorts that was soon the clothing he wanted more than anything else. There was just no way Seb would be able to get it, so he just had to make do with whatever he could get.

The clothing supply was limited, but as time went on, Seb was able to get more and more of it. He was getting older, and while he didn't grow all that much, it was enough to render some of his 'big boy' clothes as 'too small' to be worn out, yet perfect for his imagination. He even found that his sew skills were more than enough to turn any old pair of trousers into shorts, just be cutting the legs off, and sewing them up into shorts.

It was Jake Harrison who gave him the best opportunity to expand his wardrobe during a summer trip that both the families took together during which Jake had a sudden growth spurt, that almost instantly rendered a lot of his clothes, and even his shoes, un-wearable, and which Seb was able to help himself too, especially when he volunteered to help clear out the other boys closet. This gave Seb not only a pair of old style gym shoes, and several more shirts and pairs of socks to play with but, much to his surprise a good selection of briefs of the sort he'd never have guessed someone like Jake would have worn, as they seemed much to childish for him, but were, of course, perfect for Seb's games.

So that it was, now almost fully clothes, Seb returned to his online research where he moved passed the Forced Nudity, and Naked in Public sites, to those that were even more in tune with what had happened to him. Sites which involved boys dressing or being dressed in unusual clothing and / or being punished in a variety of humiliating and embarrassing ways.

These came in a variety of sorts, with several different themes, mostly revolving around humiliating punishment of some sort, of being seen in non normal clothing but mainly fell into three categories. "Petticoat Punishment" (forced to dress and behave as a young girl), "Diaper Discipline" (forced to dress, behave and be treated like a baby) and being "Put Back." (Forced to dress and be treated as a much younger child). Of these, it was he final one that stirred Seb's imagination the most, and the former the least. However, not all the stories on the sites stayed with the normal plot line of a boy being punished by his parents or guardians, many had him being tricked and humiliated by girls both older and younger than himself. Others even had the boys doing those things off their own back, or even talking, conniving to get them treated that way. And finally, the ones that Seb had a particular liking for, had other boys, often younger, getting a teenager dressed up as a girl, a baby, or an old style schoolboy, as a bet, dare, trick, or just plain blackmail.

Reading through the many stories he was now collecting Seb found himself getting more and more ideas of things he could, the places he could get clothing suited to his needs - if only he had a credit card - and more importantly, new and different ideas he could add into his own fantasies both imaginary and real. That said, there were still several things about the majority of the stories that he didn't like, especially the forced formality of many of them, and that the boys concerned clearly weren't enjoying themselves - often with good reason - which rather took the fun out of it, as far as Seb was concerned. Still it was nice to have other people with similar, if not the same interests as himself.

Seb took his time exploring all the sites he came across, branching out from just going through their libraries, to first reading and then participating in the forums they would have. At first this was just to make sure no one thought he was just a lurker, and to keep his access by being active, but soon he was more and more involved, asking the various people question about what they did, and answering any that were put to him, as honestly as he could without giving away too much information about himself. This was fairly easy, given that he was often on line late at night, and general picked those from around the world, to lessen the chance of finding anyone who would know him. Or so he thought anyway.

As time progressed, Seb not only started to post in the forum but he'd also venture into chat on occasion for some real time discussion, and even started to accept some low level dares from those he spoke to. There weren't usually much past what he'd done already, but with some added elements such as walking past un-curtained windows, with the lights on so he'd be visible in his little boy clothing from outside, and even spanking himself with a variety of implements, to see which would sting the most, and/or leave the neatest mark on his bottom. Of course Seb only talked about what he did, never sending photos, despite the occasional request. A rule he would later unwillingly break.

One night, in the early hours of the morning when everyone else in his home was asleep, Seb found himself on line with another boy from New Zealand, who appeared to have almost exactly the same interests as Seb did, asked if they could take their game of dares to the 'next level' in real time. The boy, who went by the screen name 'Flip', had already proved he had a great imagination, in what he'd said, so much so that Seb had been sporting a full on penile tent in the tiny pair of black shorts he'd been wearing for that night's session, and which, he assured Seb, was reciprocated at his end too.

Then, after a few minutes of detailed, discussion about what they were doing the anti was upped once more when Flip suggested that they exchange web-cam connections, so they could see just what each other was wearing.

The idea excited Seb beyond reason, as he really longed to see another teenager wearing little boy clothes like he was, but all the same he remained cautious, yet even as he was thinking about it Flip sent him a connection request. Despite his best intentions, Seb accepted.

The connection was fast to react and within seconds Seb's screen was filled with the image of middle part of another boy, and central to that image was a pair of briefs every bit as small as the ones Seb himself was wearing, and which, again just like Seb's where clearly tented by what lay beneath them. There were even fingers working around the edges of the briefs, that, Seb noted were completely hairless proving something Flip had said earlier that he'd shaved of his pubes to stay, "looking young!"

Seb stared at the image for several minutes, with his mouth hanging open, before text appeared in the chat box repeating one of the most childish phrases out there, "I've shown you mine, now show me yours!"

It was something Seb couldn't have resisted, even if for a split second he'd have thought about what he was doing, so without even thinking of checking his web cam settings, he sent an invite over to Flip, which was duly accepted.

A second or two later, Seb no longer had one image of a pair of tented little boy briefs on his screen but two, side by side. The close up of Flip's tent, on one with him slouching back in his chair in the other, wearing the small, tight black shorts, and a blue too small shirt that showed off a good section of his stomach.

More words appeared on Seb's screen: "Are you a big boy or a little boy?"

By now Seb really wasn't thinking straight. Feelings that had remained in his fantasies for so long, now came to the front, as he assumed what he had to do was what he'd read about so many times. Working on automatic, his thumbs slid into the elastic waistband of his shorts, while at the same time his bottom lifted itself off his chair, as the shorts slid down his legs to his feet where he picked them clear, leaving them on the floor. It only being when he sat back up again that he noticed his own full, naked image displayed on the screen from the web cam that was pointing directly at him, showing not just what he wanted to show, but everything else as well. Still it was too late to do anything about it now, and anyway, Flip was on the other side of the world, so what did it matter?

"Nice!" Appeared on the screen. "But you look more like a bit boy than a little one."

At first Ben took this as a compliment as, after all, what fourteen year old doesn't like getting told that he's 'bigger' than others? But then Seb realised that this wasn't the impression he was supposed to be giving. He was pretending to be a little boy after all and for that to work there was clearly something wrong. Something that Flip was now emphasising, as he peeled down the top of the briefs he was wearing, all the way down to the top of his private parts.

"Smooth as a baby's bum!" came up on the screen, typed by Flip's one hand, while the other slowly stroked across his clearly bald pubis. "Just like a little kid should be!"

A quick glance at Flip's profile showed he was listed as being fourteen, leading Seb to remember what he'd been told earlier; "You shave?"

"Only down south."

"Doesn't anyone notice?"

"Who would?"

"Your parents? Guys at school? Your Mates?"

"No. Of course not. Why would they? And even if they did, it's not like they'd say anything about it, is it?"

Seb really couldn't argue with that, as it wasn't something that he and his mates, and/or family would talk about, even if they did admit to noticing, which would be unlikely too. This though led him to another question, as he looked down at the small nest of dark curls resting around the root of his erection.

"How did you do it?"

"Easy. My dad's got this electric trimmer that does it really neat, so you can't even tell if I'm old enough to have hair or not."

Before Seb could ask any more about this, Flip continued on describing the make and model of the trimmer he used which, sounded extremely familiar to the other boy, for as he was about to note, Mr. Ritchie had the exact same one in the bathroom cabinet.

"Why don't you go and get it?" Flip suggested.

"What now?"

"Sure why not? It's the middle of the night there isn't it. They'll just think you got up for a pee, if they're even awake."

This wasn't the first time Seb had been dared to walk around the house at night, wearing less than he normally would, although this would be the first time he'd done so with an erection leading the way, but all the same he was too worked up now to do anything else, and, as Flip had pointed out, it wasn't like it was even that much of a risk, given the bathroom was right next door to Seb's room.

"I've got it." Seb typed with one hand, using the other to hold the trimmer up to the camera.

"Great. Looks just like the one I used. Go on, try it out."

"What now? Won't someone hear?"

"No it's really quiet. Go on turn it on and see."

Seb was hesitant but all the same, flicked the switch on the side of the hair trimmer and sure enough although there was a soft buzzing noise, it was barely audible even in the bedroom, leading Seb to agree that it wouldn't be heard at all outside of his room.

"Go on then!" Urged Flip's messaging. "Shave yourself."

The naked teenager was more hesitant now, he'd waited years for the hair to appear, but at the same time had seen it as a symbol for his changing from a little boy into a teenager. Still he wasn't sure he was ready to remove it now. At least not without a very good reason.

"Go on. I dare you!"

It wasn't the best of reasons, but for someone who got off on being teased to do things, it proved to be enough.

Turning the trimmer on once more, Seb turned it over and lowered it down to the very outside of his pubic bush, where he gently brushed the clipping heads up to the first hairs, which were soon removed.

"Hold your willy out of the way so I can see what you're doing!"

Seb followed the instructions, using his free hand to pull his erection out of the way, while the moved the trimmer cautiously further and further into his bush until it reached the other side, leaving a good inch of bare skin path right through the middle.

"You might as well do it all now, as you'd never get away with that landing strip."

Flips words couldn't have been more true there was no way Seb would have been able to explain what he'd just done to anyone who saw it, and anyone who did see it would wonder just what was going on. There was only one thing for it. He'd have to take the rest off, which is what he did, in just a handful of firm strokes of the trimmer.

"Great, now you look like a real little kid again." Rejoiced Flip, and Seb had to admit that he really did, so he went that little bit further and ran the trimmer under his arms, even though anything there was barely visible in the first place.

When Seb was done, removing all his body hair beneath his neck, he was disappointed to find that Flip had to go, as he would have liked to talk to the other boy a lot more, so was pleased when Flip said that he'd be on line again at the same time the following day and then reminded Seb to make sure he removed all evidence of what they'd been doing from his computer.

Seb replied that he always did that but that wasn't always true as Flip was all to aware, seeing that he wasn't in New Zealand at all, but sitting in a bedroom on the other side of the bathroom the hair trimmer had come from. For although Seb was smart with computers he was also a little careless, and just a week before had left his lap top in the living room, where his little brother had come across it. Bored, Philip had looked through Seb's history looking for an online game to play, but instead he found a lot of hidden files and folders, that gave him a new idea about what games to play with his brother, and so Philip became 'Flip'.

Chapter Three

The following night Seb went to bed not in his usual boxer shorts, but in a pair of bikini briefs that had once been belonged to Jake Harrison before the twelve year old had started to get as muscular as he was now. This meant that they would have been uncomfortably tight on Jake but as it turned out were just brief and somewhat tight on Seb.

Of course Seb didn't sleep, but then he hadn't expected to either. Instead he lay awake wondering what Flip was going to get him to do, until finally the bed side clock read two a.m. when the teenager slid out of his bed and over to his computer.

Flip wasn't online when Seb connected, but his icon lit up a few minutes later. The instant it did Seb sent a cam connect request, which flip naturally accepted although he didn't send one back this time. Seb didn't mind as although this meant they couldn't actual talk to each other in real time, and he couldn't see Flip, they could still send text messages to each other, which would appear on screen, and Flip would be able to see what he was doing meaning he was performing for the other boy, which rather excited the fourteen year old.

Flip: Hi yeah! Nice pants.

Seb: thanks.

Flip: I can see your naughty little boy willy through them. Did you know that?

Seb: Yes [the blush this admission caused Seb was highlighted by the poor lighting on the web cam feed]

Flip: In that case there's no point you wearing them. Is there? Take them off.

A smile that was more of a smirk, replaced the blush as Seb did as he was told. He had to stand up in order to get the overly tight briefs off over his buttocks, but in doing so, inadvertently, put the middle of his body directly in front of the web cam, which only made his hardness all the more obvious.

Flip: I see your willy wants to play, so why don't you play with it.

Again Seb complied, sitting back down, spreading his legs around the side of his chair, while his hand started to slowly stroke his erection until a small bead of pre-cum formed at it's tip.

Flip: Look like you're enjoying yourself but we don't want you to make a mess so pull up your panties and finish off what you're doing inside them.

It didn't take long for Seb to obey this time as he was really close to coming, although he did have some trouble working the overly tight underpants up over his erection, and then in keeping his erection inside them as he continued to stroke himself off through the tightly stretched material, but he managed it and soon there was a large wet patch formed on the front.

Flip: You look like you've wet yourself. Do you do that?

Seb: No.

Flip: Perhaps you should. Then you'd be a really naughty little boy. Have you ever thought about nappies?

Seb: Nappies?

Flip: Yes its what naughty little bed wetting boys wear. Don't you have any?

Seb: No.

Flip: We'll have to see if we can do anything about that then.

Seb: Oh. Okay.

Flip: In the meantime, we'll just have to stick with your little panties, won't we?

Seb: Yes.

Flip: So where does a big boy like you get such little boy panties? Did you buy them?

Seb: They're my little brother's.

Flip: Oh really? He wears panties too?

Seb: No he's twelve, but he used to.

Flip: Does he know you wear them now, even though he doesn't?

Seb: No, he'd tease me if he did.

Flip: But that doesn't stop you from wearing them though, does it.

Seb: No.

Flip: So what other little boy clothes does your brother have that you could wear for me then?

Seb: Don't know.

Flip: What about an old school uniform from junior school, has he got one of those?

Seb: Yeah, I think so. But it's got long trousers.

Flip: You could make them shorts though couldn't you, like you did before.

There was a pause in the conversation while Seb thought about this, and more to the point why he hadn't thought of doing it before. The odd thing was he couldn't remember telling Flip about how he'd cut down old pairs of jeans into shorts before, but his mind was already too excited about the possibilities of what had been suggested to think too much about that any more. In fact he was already typing that he'd do it.

Moving slowly so as not to disturb anyone else in the house, Seb crept out of his bedroom, down the corridor, past the bathroom and towards the door on the far side, behind which he knew he'd find his little brother fast asleep. Sure enough as Seb eased open the door, he was pleased to see the solid looking lump of his brother curled up underneath his duvet, facing away from the door.

Safe in the knowledge that he wasn't going to be discovered, Seb, entered the room, making directly for the wardrobe where he knew from past over heard maternal arguments, Philip left all his discarded clothes. Sure enough, there luckily right at the top of the pile of old clothes, were the junior school trousers his brother hadn't worn for a little over a year. In fact they were in such plain sight it was a wonder that Seb had never noticed them before, on any of his previous searches of his brother's room.

It was only on his way out, with his trophy held tightly in his hand that Seb cared to glance over at his brother's sleeping form, caused in no small part by the younger boy shifting in his sleep that caused the back of the duvet to ride up to display a large section of his apparently naked body. Yet the one part that caught Seb's eye was beneath Philip's slightly raised arm where there were a few, admittedly whispery hairs growing, showing that even the twelve year old was starting to age whilst, at the same time, his older brother was wishing to go the other way.

Back in his own room, Seb's surprise at his brother arrival in puberty, was soon forgotten once he'd opened up his lap top once more, and started typing that he'd done his dare.

The answer took a short time to come back, but when it did it was more or less exactly what Seb had hoped for.

Flip: So what are you waiting for then? Get them cut into shorts and get dressed up for me.

Not being needed to be asked twice, Seb went over to his desk, took out the largest pair of scissors he had, and laid out the trousers on the table in front of the web came. For the next part he was careful as he'd made mistakes doing what he was about to do before, and knew that if he cut the shorts too short then they'd be ruined, and unusable, but at the same time he didn't want to be cutting them several times as he had done with most of his other jeans, as he didn't think Philip would be pleased with that.

Putting his hand up the inside of one leg, Seb found out where the bottom of the pocket lining came down to, marking this on the outside, as a guide line as to where to cut. He then moved down another half an inch to allow for a hem, before he finally sliced off the legs of the school trousers making them, once and forever, into shorts.

While he was working, Flip asked Seb several questions about what he was doing, all of which Seb paused to answer, before continuing on with the task at hand, which involved placing the 'magic hem' inside the turned up end of the now shorts, and applying heat to make it stick. The entire process only taking ten minutes until Seb had his first pair of school shorts.

The next instruction was already on the screen before the shorts had cooled down although it came with a condition.

Flip: "Put them on! Without any pants."

Slipping off the briefs he was wearing, Seb stepped into the former long trousers and pulled them up to his waist, surprising himself that he only had to suck in his stomach a little bit in order to get the clasp closed although fastening the zip was a little more troublesome, given the way he was expanded within the material.

Once the shorts were fastened Seb did what he always did when he got a new item of clothing, he started to examine himself from all angles in his mirror, only this time as he did it he was also showing himself off to the web cam built into his lap top, and the other person watching him, as he turned from side to side, and even jutted out his rear, to create an image of himself that almost had him wetting himself in excitement.

Flip: You're loving that aren't you? Go on, stroke yourself if you want to.

Naturally Seb did want to stroke himself, as the sight of himself in little boy grey school short trousers was even more exciting that he could have ever imagined it to be, so much so that even before he'd laid a finger on himself, he was already creating enough pre-cum to give the inside of the shorts a distinctly sticky feeling that only increased his enjoyment all the more until it was too late to do anything else.

There was a lengthy pause in the internet communication following Seb's orgasm, giving the fourteen year old enough time to get his breath back, and for Flip to seemingly come up with something else for the teenager to do.

Flip: Now you've had you're fun, it's time for me to have mine.

Seb: Sure.

Flip: What I want you to do is dress up like you're a little school boy on you're first day of school. Can you do that for me?

Seb: Sure.

The shorts seemed even tighter for some reason as Seb went around his room collecting the things he would need from their various hiding places, holding each one in turn up to the web cam for Flip's approval, or not, before moving on to the next. The grey material seemed to cling to him, and not just in the places where he'd made it sticky on the inside. Around and across his buttocks, they clung, showing each and every contour of his buttocks, while digging in ever so slightly around his waist and upper thighs in a way that wasn't uncomfortable but which wold never allow Seb to forget what he was wearing.

When everything was collected, Seb started to get dressed, pulling on one of his own school shirts, but fastening it all the way up to the neck, and rolling the cuffs down, before he pulled out a junior school tie, that he'd 'borrowed' from Jake Harrison some time back. This he put around his neck, under the collar of the shirt, before knotting it into a neat little knot, with the twin tails hanging down, symmetrically over the shirt buttons. The shirt tails were then tucked into the top of his shorts - not without some difficulty it has to be said - before his upper half was ready.

Moving to his feet, Seb selected a pair of long grey socks that could be pulled all the way, nearly up to his knees, and then turned down. Finally, he finished off his new school boy look off with a pair of seriously old fashioned light brown T-bar sandals, that he buckled onto his feet before he asked Flip what he thought.

Flip: Not bad at all, but it's missing something.

Seb: I know, I haven't been able to get either a blazer like they used to wear, or a cap.

Flip: A V-neck jumper would be good too.

Seb: Yeah it would, but I can't get one of them either.

Flip: Maybe you should try harder.

Seb: I have tried.

Flip: Not hard enough.

Seb: But...

Flip: Perhaps you need to be punished. Have you got a wooden ruler?

Seb: Yes, but why...

Flip: Good they can be used for more than just measuring you know?

Seb: You mean, spanking?

Flip: Exactly. Go and get it.

Doing as he was told the school boy that was Seb Ritchie went over to his desk and removed the twelve inch [30 cm] long, well worn ruler returning with it to the web cam where he automatically bent over before Flip stopped him.

Flip: Naughty little schoolboys in shorts didn't just get spanked on their bums, you know.

Seb: Why not?

Flip: Smack yourself on the leg. HARD!

It wasn't something Seb had tried before, as every time he'd spanked himself he'd done it in what he considered to be the traditional method, across the either clothed, or even better, the bare bottom. However, now it had been mentioned he did recall people in the various forums having made jokes about boys getting their legs slapped, so knew it was in keeping with what he was doing. So he tried it.

Getting the angle right proved to be a touch tricky but it wasn't long before Seb had given himself a hearty slap across the right thigh with the ruler that was not only a great deal louder than he'd imagined it would be, but stung a lot more too.

Flip: Now do it again, in another spot, and then do the same on the other leg.

By the time, Seb was finished, he had four very red marks on the outside of his thighs, and the pinpricks of tears in his eyes from the stinging, but Flip wasn't done yet.

Flip: Now, slap both your knuckles and the palms of your hands.

When those instructions had been done, not only were Seb's legs stinging like made but so were both sides of both of his hands and now there were actual tears in his eyes.

Flip: There's a good boy, and for your reward I'm going to make one of your dreams come true.

Seb: How? You're in New Zealand?

Flip: It's another dare stupid, you just have to agree to do it.

Seb: Of course. What is it?

Flip: Good, well given that you're dressed like a new boy on his first day of school why don 't you go to school.

Seb: But it's the middle of the night here.

Flip: You could do it in the day, if you want when everyone can see you.

Seb: Oh right, yeah, I'll do it now.

Flip: Thought you might. All you have to do is go outside, dressed like you are, and make out you're going to school by, say, walking around the block and then coming back. Okay?

Seb: Sure.

Flip: Have you done anything like that before?

Seb: Sure, sometimes when I'm alone in the house I go downstairs and out into the garden in my little boy clothes, where no one can see me.

Flip: Well no one will see you now, given what time it is there, will there, so now you can actually go out onto the street, instead.

Seb: Sure. I guess.

Flip: Good, Take your digital camera with you and take some pictures of yourself for next time. Oh and take your time as I've got to go now, but I'll be back on line the day after tomorrow when I'll have a new set of dares, worked out for you. Okay.

Seb: Sure.

Waiting only as long as it took for Flip to log off and for his computer to shut down, and to pick up his pocket sized camera before he Seb left his bedroom, tip-toed down the stairs, and towards the front door, where after taking a deep breath, he unlocked it, carefully put the door on the catch, and then slipped out onto the front path.

The feel of the cool night air, on his bare legs, instantly started them tingling again, around the red stinging marks the ruler had made on his flesh, but that was nothing to the over all thrill he felt as he went to the end of the path where he placed his camera on top of the dustbin, set the timer and took the first photo of him apparently setting off for his first day at Junior School.

The moon was full, so the flash didn't make that much of an impression on the night, certainly not enough to disturb anyone else, yet all the same there was movement inside the Ritchie house as Philip followed his brother down the stairs, and carefully snapped the lock on the front door before headed back to bed to sleep off the rest of what had already been a much more eventful night than he could ever imagine, and this was only the start of what he had planned.

Philip Ritchie woke rather refreshed half an hour after his father had left for work, and while his mother was busy in the kitchen. Once more he slipped down to the front door, opened it a crack, so it remained just on the latch, as if his father hadn't shut it properly, then he headed into the kitchen to keep his mum busy.

It was only a few minutes later that a slightly chilled, scared yet excited fourteen year old boy dressed like a much younger schoolboy, dashed out from amongst the shrubbery at the side of the house and tried the door. Seb gasping out loud when he found it finally open, after the four hours he'd spent outside, at first enjoying his freedom but then forced to hide as the early morning workers started to leave the surrounding houses, amongst them his own father. Now though he was safely back inside, with Philip and their mum in the kitchen there was nothing to stop him making it back to his bedroom, where he could quickly discard the juvenile clothing he was wearing, and crash into his bed, after a long, yet enjoyable night.

Chapter Four

Philip Ritchie looked at his big brother standing in front of him, when it was all he could do not to act surprised that Seb was actually going through with the latest dare 'Flip' had set him. Of course, he couldn't appear to be too eager even if the entire thing was his own idea, which is why his first reaction was to say, "No way, I can't do that to you." when Seb had first suggested it.

Naturally the plan Seb and Flip had worked out had expected such a reaction so Seb had his argument all ready, "Ah come on," he said, "I need to know what it's like to be punished in the old days for my history project, and I need a good grade or else mum and dad are going to be mad."

"Why? Can't you find that stuff out from books and on the internet?"

"I guess," Seb appeared to think when in fact he was just remembering his script, "But there's all sorts of weird stuff when you search for 'spanking', 'slippering' and 'caning' on line, and anyway, the best way to know what something is like is to experience it. Isn't that what dad always says."

Actually Mr. Ritchie had never said that, but it didn't really matter as it made the point both both wanted to be made, but still Philip didn't want Seb to think about that too much so he moved straight on to his next objection. "What if I hurt you?"

"It's meant to hurt and, if you like, I can do a disclaimer, saying it was all my idea, so you won't get into trouble."

Philip suppressed another as he'd put that together in five minutes before Flip had sent it to Seb. Thankfully though he managed to stay in character in order to continue. "But if it's for a school project I'd have to do it properly, and that's bound to hurt really bad. It might even leave marks on you, or you could cry."

"Don't worry about that." Seb shrugged it off, knowing full well he'd cry, and just how much it would hurt, and how long it took the marks to go away, as he'd had red mark on his thighs for days after setting at them with his ruler. What did please him though was that his little brother had actually made one of the points he was going to. All the same he stuck to his lines and reinforced the point, "You have to do it properly or else there's no point."

Th e younger boy nodded his agreement, picking up the second piece of paper he'd been given - and which he'd also helped write out under his New Zealand alias - "You want me to do it like it's laid out here then?"

"Yes. Do you want to start now?"

"Okay, so according to this, the first thing you have to do is go and stand in the corner, with your hands on your head, to await your punishment, on your naughty little bottom."

With barely hidden enthusiasm, the exited fourteen year old walked over to the corner indicated by his little brother, assuming the position he'd been told to do, with added details that left his nose pressed right against the wall. It was a position he wasn't unfamiliar with, of course, often standing himself in a corner of his room, as if he was in some sort of trouble or other and waiting punishment, only this time it would be with someone else in charge. Someone who was actually in the same room as he was, rather than, on the end of a web cam connection, acting out his once private fetish. Seb just hoped that when the time came he wouldn't get too excited in front of his little brother.

"Come here!"

It was exactly ten minutes - as per the instructions - since the teenager had placed himself in the corner, and he was more than ready to turn around, and present himself for what was coming his way. Standing silently with his hands folded behind his back, getting fully into his role, while Philip sat on one of the dining room straight backed chairs that he'd moved into the centre of the room, checking the instructions for what he should be saying next.

"Bend over my knee," Philip said, before helping his brother to do just that, guiding Seb down into the right position, so the older boy's body was pressing down over jeans.

"We'll start with a warm up spanking." Philip read putting down his instructions to get ready for what he was going to do for the first time ever.

"Only little boys get spanked," mumbled Seb under his breath, not as a complaint, however, although he didn't get to say anything else before, without further warning, Philip's hand smacked down hard into his rear.

Taken by surprise at just how much it hurt, despite the fact he was still wearing the thin shorts, Flip had told him to wear for the occasions, rightly predicting that Philip wouldn't say anything about them. But then this was the first time he'd actually been spanked by another person, so it was bound to hurt more than when he did it himself. All the same, he could hardly tell Philip this, so even as further spanks landed alternatively on each of his buttocks, clearly defined within the shorts that had tightened around his rear when he'd bent over, Seb just took it in good state not even noticing just how good Philip was at this - the spanks landing ten on each side, and then on the other until Seb had no option but to say something.

"Not to hard. Save some for the cane!"

"I told you I'd have to do it properly or else you won't know what it's like for your report will you." Philip said sternly fully aware from the poking his knee was getting that Seb was enjoying this a lot more than he could ever admit to anyone other than Flip.

"But I'm going to get a very sore bum at this rate."

"Well, you did ask for it, and it's not like you can tell anyone is it?" laughed Philip in a way only a twelve year old little brother who'd found himself with the upper hand over an older sibling could. "Now brace yourself while I warm up your bum for the main event."

Seb, of course did the opposite of bracing himself. Thinking no one would notice, he made sure his already tender rump was unclenched, his head dropping down, limp as were his legs, as he waited in excited, nervous anticipation for his first real spanking to continue. His entire attention focused solely on his rear.

True to his word, Philip did his best. Following the same routine as he had with the first round of spanks, alternating on the older boy's bottom, and the focusing his sport hardened strength on just one buttock until his brother was right at the edge of his limits, before switching to the other one.

Soon Seb was starting to squirm as he lay over the lap, but still resisting the temptation to ask for mercy, as the burning sensation started to really build up in his bottom right up until the point where Seb decided the spanking had gone on for long enough.

The brothers' first taste of corporal punishment finished with a another hard dozen slaps delivered on each buttock in turn, before the now red faced teenager was allowed to stand up.

"Right then, back into the corner!" ordered Philip, without looking at the script.

One hand rubbing the rear of his shorts, and the stinging bottom beneath them, Seb felt the unexpected heat flowing through the thin material, as he headed towards the corner.

"That's enough rubbing. Hands on your head."

"Sorry."

Philip picked up the script, "Just for that you can take your shorts down. No better yet, take them to your room, and then stand in the corner so everyone can see just how much trouble you've been in."

Pleased that his brother appeared to be getting into the scene he and Flip had created, without realising that he was being manipulated, Seb did as he was told, having no qualms about being naked in front of his brother, who he trusted, perhaps a little too much. Still when he re-appeared in the living room a few minutes later, totally naked, he went straight to the corner and stood there with his hands on his hand, having already checked out his rear in his bedroom mirror, to see just how red it was. Something which Philip could no see for himself as the hot teenage bottom twitched in anticipation of what would soon be coming his way.

It was a further twenty minutes before Philip said anything, twice as long as Seb was expecting but that wasn't the only surprise: "Right you'll need to go and get the cane from the back of the shed."

Seb turned around slowly, "There's a cane in the shed?"

"Yeah, I've checked. It'll be fine for what we want."

The older boy became suspicious as a penny dropped inside his head, "If you went to the shed to have a look why didn't you bring the cane back with you!"

Philip just smiled. "You're right. You can't go. You've got nothing on your feet, so you'd best go and get your sandals first. But be quick about it."

For a second it looked like Seb would complain but then he didn't, instead he went to get the T-bar sandals from his room - never once wondering how Philip knew about them - before heading down to the back door, where with one last look towards his watching brother, he yanked open the door and was gone.

The naked teenager sprinted across the back lawn as fast as he could go, making it to the cover of the trees on the far side in record time. It was only then that he realised that he'd forgotten to get the key to the padlock fastening the door shut, so had to make the return trip to the kitchen where Philip stood with the key dangling from his hand.

Giving his little brother a death glare that, under any other circumstances might have actually worked, Seb grabbed the key, and returned to the shed, to unlock the door.

The cane wasn't obvious upon first look as the shed was packed full of all sort of junk and Philip had said it was at the back so Seb was forced to work his way through all the belongings, heaving and shifting everything out of the way until, eventually there it was. The cane. Propped up against the back wall, looking both menacing and cool, yet perfectly clean as if it had only been put there a few minutes earlier. Which it had been, as after all, a traditional curved handle cane was of no use in gardening. It had only one use as Seb was soon to be finding out.

No longer thinking about his nudity, Seb left the shed, locked it behind him, and walked back across the lawn, curiosity focused on th cane he was carrying. He even swished it through the air experimentally, even though he'd never thought himself being on that end of the operation before, but then he'd never actually seen one before, yet he still wanted to try it out, for real.

"Right then, give me that, and get yourself back into the living room." Philip commanded taking the cane, and then turning to watch his brother do as he was told finding something very appealing about the light sun tanned teenaged body with its once lilly white bottom framed perfectly by the brownness of the lower back and the legs. Seb's entire legs being the same even brown, without there being any lightening past the knees as with Philip's own legs, from his board shorts. However, of course there was the signs of the earlier spanking on Seb's bottom, pinking out the roundest parts, although these were already fading back into the normal startling white. That though Philip could do something about, with a little deviation from the script.

"You forgot the key didn't you, so for that, go and get one of dad's slippers."

Seb's mouth dropped open at surprise at the request but all the same he became excited by it, so much so that he nearly fell over his own feet as he scrambled to the shoe cupboard to fetch the large slipper. This Philip took from him, tested it for flexiness, whilst glaring at his brother in what he hoped was an expression of his annoyance.

"Bend over!" he said simply, not entirely sure what Seb would do.

The reaction was as simple as it was instant. Seb bend at the waist, reaching down to touch his toes with his knees straight, his head down and his bottom up. In other words the perfect position of a bare bottom little boy awaiting a good slippering.

Reaching out Philip lined up the slipper with the offered bottom. The sole of the shoe was easily big enough to cover both of Seb's buttocks, as if it had been designed for the job. Then he pulled his arm back and whacked the fourteen year old before him, getting a good hiss of pain from Seb, but doing it all over again all the same.

"When you are told to do something," he said as another whack landed on Seb's rear, "Then you should do it straight away. "Two more followed quickly, as Philip made his point. "Do you understand?"

"Yes!" wailed Seb, more from surprise at how much this stung that any real discomfort, yet all the same he hoped it wouldn't continue on for too much longer.

It didn't. The entire process lasting no longer than five minutes, although most of that was filled with the sound of the crack of the rubber sole hitting the unprotected bottom.

Once the slippering was over, Seb wasn't sent back to the corner as he expected but was instead told to be on his hands and knees on the end of the sofa, with his bottom pointing outwards and to wait there for what turned out to be fifteen minutes before his real punishment was about to start.

Making his brother wait between the various punishments was the hardest thing Philip had to do, as he would have really loved to get on with it but he'd read in both the files from Seb's computer and his own research, that the waiting was every bit as an important part of the entire process as the actual spanking, slippering, or caning and as they were both under the pretence that they were doing this for a school project, Philip made sure he did it as 'correctly' as he could.

For Seb, being in a position that made him feel so small and helpless was just as exciting as the spankings had been, although by the time Philip returned to the living room and took up the cane, the older boy was started to think for the first time just how bad the pain would be that he was about to feel and if he really was tough enough to take it.

Crossing the room Philip took up the cane, swishing it through the air just had Seb had done, but watching his brother for any signs that the pretence had gone far enough but, no matter what he did, or how closely he swung the cane to the exposed buttocks, Seb didn't move proving, in the younger boy's mind that this was, indeed, what he wanted.

"Six of the best!" announced Philip in his best voice.

"Yes!" replied Seb, as if this had been a question rather than a statement. The answer he got, confirming the former.

The cane roared into the teenager's tightly bent bare bottom, blasting its sting into Seb, so he gasped in surprised pain though which he was only just able to maintain his position.

No sooner was the first blow landed than the second one was being lined up, and bought down so that it wrapped itself around the fourteen year old's cheeks, blasting it's message into his rump, and eliciting a wail from the precipitant.

"Not so hard!" protested Seb.

"Nonsense, this is what you asked for, so this is what you get." Even as he spoke Philip lined up the cane for the next blow which he then delivered.

Seb's eyes had tears in them. His fists were tightly gripping the sofa covering, yet all the same his erection wiggled about beneath his bent over body, despite, or perhaps because of the pain and humiliation he was feeling.

"Not what you're were expecting then?" Philip teased as once more the tip of the cane moved back and forth across the buttocks.

"Worse!" gasped Seb, wriggling slightly as he got himself ready for the next lash.

"Well that's what you wanted to find out, wasn't it?"

Philip caned his big brother for the third time, driving the stick into the naked hindquarters, making Seb wriggle even more, his bottom dropping slightly but Philip was having none of that.

"Get your bum up."

Seb obeyed immediately, anxious to please his brother, while being slightly intimidated by the tone of his voice, and the authoritarian way he was wielding the cane that once more proved Flip's predictions that Philip would be up to the job, once more. That wasn't the only thing Seb was learning either as despite the pain he was feeling from the three stripes across his rear, he was also loving the entire experience of being thrashed, every bit as much as everyone in everything he'd ever read had said he would.

The cane landed again, delivering a purity of experience rarely felt by even the naughtiest of boys anymore. Seb now sobbed, but he was still determined to stick out the entire process no matter what.

The fifth time the cane was driven into Seb's bottom and the teenager was clearly struggling to stay composed, despite his gasping, sobbing and wiggling, but there was only one more to go so it would all be over soon and then he'd be able to show his stripes to Flip over the web cam like so many other boys had done in years gone by.

Finally the cane crashed down for the last time, striking Seb just at the top of his legs, with a merciless follow through. However, in a way that impressed Philip no end, Seb stayed were he was, head pressed into the sofa, with his blazing bottom still sticking up.

"Okay, you can get up now, and give yourself a rub if you want."

The teenager slowly straightened up, his hands going directly to his beaten rub, where they careful felt for any rips in his flesh, but there was nothing there except of course for the six welts that were now rising up on his slender cheeks.

"Ouch!" he said, his face red and slightly blotchy, with tear stains down one side.

"So, was that good enough for your project then?"

"Oh yeah, I'm sure it was." confirmed Seb.

"Good, well in that case you can think about what you're going to write while you stand in the corner for the next hour, until mum and dad come home."

And so it was that the naked fourteen year old with the well spanked, slippered and caned bottom, stood as still as he could with his nose pressed tight up against the wall in the corner of the living room, while his dressed younger brother watched TV behind him, occasionally glancing over at what he'd done and thinking about what he could do next.

Chapter Five

Philip opened his eyes, and smiled to himself. It had been over a week since Flip had last given Seb a 'dare' to do, and while that one had ended up with the teenager having a very sore bottom for several days, this was was going to last for even longer. Philip had seen to that. Or it would if he did it right.

Even though he knew exactly what was going on, Philip went through an elaborate pretence as if he didn't. Laying on his back in his bed, having actually fallen asleep while he was waiting for his brother to put the plan into action it wasn't that difficult to make out he'd just woken up, and the way he was looking around his room as if he was trying to work out where the noise was coming from, was rather pointless as no one could see him.

Eventually, Philip pushed back the covers on his bed and swung his legs out of bed, rubbed his eyes, checked the clock, before walking silently over to his door, opening it a crack, to check down the end of the hall where, his parents still slept. Then he slipped out to the first door in the other direction where he expected to find his brother.

"What's going on Seb?" he asked.

"Nothing," the teenager said turning so he hid what he was doing from view, "Go back to bed."

"Come on, you're up to something, or else you wouldn't be in here in the first place."

"Just leave me alone and go back to bed. Everything is fine."

Philip knew that it wasn't. Or rather that it was, but that Seb was pretending that it wasn't, and that he was supposed to guess what it was following the clues his brother and his 'secret' web cam friend had laid out for him. The first of which entailed him wrinkling his noise as if he could smell something familiar, but at the same time not to be too sure what it was. "What's that smell?"

"Nothing!" snapped Seb.

"It smells like pee. Only I didn't hear the toilet flush and you're sitting on the closed lid so you can't have used it."

Seb said nothing but carefully moved his legs so the discolouration that marked the shorts he was wearing became obvious.

"Hey, did you wet you bed or something."

It was more of a question than a statement as neither of them wanted this conversation to go on for longer than it had too, just in case their parents were alerted to them being up. So instead of answering Seb just did his best 'guilty' look and left it at that, which was more than enough for Seb to ask if their parents knew.

"No and you can't tell them." Seb blurted.

There should have been more argument to that, but of course there wasn't, instead, Philip just asked how long the problem had been going on for.

"Just a couple of weeks." lied Seb, as he'd never actually wet the bed in his living memory, the stain on his shorts having been applied directly from the sink he was sitting next too, five minutes earlier.

"That explains all those noises I hear from your room at night." Philip struggled not to smile at his words that made his brother blush as he realised his other activities had been over heard and that made him worried for real.

"Are you going to tell Mum and Dad?"

"I should..."

Seb interrupted before that idea went any further, "But you could help me!"

"I guess. I could, but first you have to go back to bed before you wake them up. Come on."

Opening the bathroom door, Philip led his big brother back to his room, where he told him to remove his wet shorts, and then to help change his bed, even though there were no signs of wetness on it. All the same the duvet cover, sheet and even the pillow cases were bundled up and stashed so they could be washed in the morning - not that they would be - and the bed was remade with flesh linin from the landing cupboard.

Finally, Philip went to his brother's wardrobe to find him something to sleep in, for which he selected another pair of shorts that were even smaller than the ones Seb had 'wet'. They were had once belonged Philip's mate Jake, but Philip didn't let on he knew that, waiting until Seb had put them on, before telling him to get into bed.

"If only there was some way, that I could stop wetting the bed." Seb whispered, just as Philip was about to leave.

"Like what?"

"I don't know. But there must be something, I mean other boys my age wet their bed, and little kids do to."

"But," Philip went for the point his brother was trying to get to. "Little kids wear nappies, don't they."

"Yeah, but at least they don't make their beds wet."

"True, but it's not like you could wear a nappy is it?"

"I'd try anything if it meant I didn't wet the bed."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Philip didn't say anything else, but left the conversation there, as he didn't want to make it too easy for his brother to get what he apparently wanted, even though it had been Flip who had planted the idea of having Seb appear to need to wear nappies, and to get Philip help him get them. However, what was going to actually happen was going to be slightly different to that.

The final bell rang, letting all the kids in the local senior school know the scholastic day was over. There was the usual mad rush as the entire student population of the school seemed to attempt to leave the build all at the exact same time, causing log jam in the doorways before spilling out into the street in an ever widening fan, snaking off into the various housing estates around the school. Yet in amongst all of this Seb found his little brother waiting for him.

"I've found a store where you can get what you need." Philip said, handing over some money and a plastic bag from within his ruck sack.

Seb was a touch confused, his head still filled with impossible mathematics equations, "What store?"

"A medical supply store, you know like you wanted for your..."

"Oh right," Seb caught on with a bump, hushing his brother before he could say the embarrassing and yet, exciting word. Nappies. "Where is it?"

"On the other side of town, so you'll have to use my bike, which I've left in the bike shed, and here's the key. You'll have to change first."

"Change? Into what?"

"Well you can't go in your school uniform can you or they'll know you're not a little kid, so I've bought you some of your other clothes to wear, plus it will help stop you from getting recognised."

It was the latter that solve the deal as far as Seb was concerned as although school was out, his mates would still be around, and anyone in their uniform would be easily spotted. However when he took the bag and turned back towards the school buildings, he was surprised that his brother came with him. So he asked why that was.

"Someone's got to take your school uniform home haven't they, as you won't be able to carry that and what you're going to get, especially as you don't have a bag."

Of course, Seb could have asked to borrow Phillip's ruck sack, but not only didn't he think of it, he didn't want to, as it just wasn't childish enough, and anyway, not have 'big boy' clothes with him, would make the challenge all the more fun. Wouldn't it?

The toilets were empty when the Ritchie brothers got there, which was good, but then who would hang around in the school toilets if they didn't have and that was true for Seb and Philip too. They didn't even bother using the cubicles, as Seb stripped himself out of his baggy sweat shirt, trousers, and shirt which reviled that he hadn't had gym on that day, as he wasn't wearing boxers, but rather a small, and tight pair of briefs instead. The sight of which made his little brother raise an eyebrow but otherwise not comment.

From the bag Philip handed his brother, a plain white t-shirt, matching socks, a pair of white plimsolls, a small blue cap, and a Seb's favourite pair of cut off jean shorts. These the older boy then put on, managing to transform himself from a normal looking fourteen year old, down to someone a good three or four years younger, with his long legs nearly totally exposed from the upper thigh all the way down to his ankles.

"Perfect!" Philip collected the school clothes, packing them away in his bag, "No one is going to think you're not some little kid who wets himself and needs nappies. Now, here's the address of the store, and don't worry they're expecting you, as I've e-mailed them with what you want."

"Okay!" Seb nodded, realising that he really didn't know much about nappies at all but Philip wasn't finished with his plans yet.

"I'm going home and will keep mum busy, so you can hide the stuff in the shed, and pick it up later. Right you'd best be off, unless you want Mum to think you've got a detention."

Leaving the toilet directly after his brother had made sure the coast was clear, Seb went directly to the nearby bike shed with the peak of his cap pulled down nice and low so he wouldn't be recognised. There, he quickly found Philip's bike, and headed off in the direction of the store which although in a place he thought he knew quite well he'd never noticed before.

Seb rode past the store twice looking at the understated frontage, set back well away from the main street, convincing himself that there was no one he knew any where around before he finally parked up the bike, and headed inside for what he hoped would be a simile shopping trip but which, thanks to his little brother's alter ego, was going to include a rather major surprise.

A bell sounded his entrance to the store, but it seemed empty so Seb got to work walking up and down the isles, of medical stuff in the hopes he could find what he was looking for quickly and then get out of there. Only thing was he really didn't know what he was looking for, which must have been plainly obviously to anyone else in the store, which would explain why the assistant ended up homing in on him.

Seb was standing there looking over all the incontinent pants and pads when he sensed the figure standing next to him but even so when the assistant spoke to him, it still made him jump. "You must be young Seb!"

If Seb had ever thought about who would most likely be working in a medical supply store, he'd have no doubt pictured someone looking pretty much like a nurse, or even an old fashioned nanny. Older, certainly, kind and caring for sure. What he would never have guessed would have been a young haired sixteen year old, after school helper, dressed in a track suit trousers and a pattered shirt, even if he was wearing a plain white lab coat over the top, with a name badge that said his name was Ben Rockford.

The fourteen year old almost bolted from the store, and might well have done had the older youth not been standing between him and the door. "Don't be embarrassed," Ben said, clearly reading Seb's expression, "We were told you would be in today. You are Seb Ritchie are you not?"

If Seb hadn't been embarrassed before, he sure was now someone in a bed wetting store knew his real name, however there seemed no point in denying it. So he nodded.

"Good. Good. There's nothing to worry about here. We have a lot of boys your age who wet their bed, so it's very normal for us, and we'll soon get your sorted out. Come this way."

For a moment Seb had a clear pathway to the door, as the Ben turned out of the isle they were in and entered the one behind it. Seb didn't take his chance though, instead, smoothed by the soft way Ben was speaking, he followed the taller youth who asked another question.

"Are you a heavy or light wetter?"

Given that he'd never actually done that, Seb wasn't sure what to say. At least not until Ben rephrase his question.

"Well, do you wet the bed a little bit or a lot?"

Still not sure what to say, Seb hung his head, to hide that he was thinking about it, which worked in his favour as it made him look like a shy little kid, until such time as he thought that as he'd come this far he might as well go all the way, and mumbled "A lot," just loud enough for the youth standing next to him to hear.

"Okay, well let's see what we've got shall we." Reaching out his arms, towards Seb's shoulders, Ben turned the other boy around, looking him and down as he sized him up. "You look a little bit tall for a ten year old but w have right what you want here."

Taking a package off a nearby shelf, Ben handed them to Seb, who turned them over his hands to read the description on the side, "Extra large, extra absorbent, disposable nappies for boys aged ten-eleven." Upon reading that he was holding something that he'd read and thought about before, Seb felt himself blush, with excitement that could, and was, easily mistaken for embarrassment. Although that was still to come.

"Have you worn nappies before?" the youth asked as they headed up to the cash registers at the back of the store.

"Not that I can remember," answered Seb, honestly for once.

"Yes, that's what we were told, come on back here and I'll give you a quick lesson about how to put them on."

Seb was about to say there was no need, but by the time he'd got the words formed in his head, he found himself marched through a door beside the cash register and into the back room. There Ben took the package from him, and after slotting his hands into the armpits of Seb's shirts easily lifted the slightly younger boy up until he sat down on a big table there.

Sitting with his legs dangling over the side, Seb felt like a little kid, just as he did when Ben pushed him down so he was laid out on his back, however, when the youth's hands started to pull down his cut offs, he suddenly remembered that he wasn't a little kid who needed help putting a nappy on, but a fourteen year old boy.

The fight that followed was as short as it was pathetic. Seb didn't really offer all that much resistance, certainly not as much as a boy of his age should have done, in the position he was in. Plus, despite being only slightly older than Seb's real age, this wasn't the first time Ben Rockford had been in this situation, and was, in fact very good at dealing with little boys who didn't want to wear nappies. That was why he was often left in the store on his own, as the rest of the female staff, often found he could do it better than they could. Which is how come in only a few minutes, after being told not to behave like a baby, Seb laying quietly on the table as his shorts were pulled down.

"I've seen it all before." Ben reassured Seb, when the latter tried to cover his private parts with his hand, before gently moving the boy's hand aside, laying it down by his side, as he held up one of the big nappies, to show Seb how to open it up.

Then, before Seb knew what was happening, Seb's shorts were not just down to his ankles but they were gone, and Ben had grabbed both his ankles in one hand, trapping his feet together as they were lifted high in the air, pushing his knees up towards his shoulders, rolling him back so his bottom came up in the air.

Totally lost for words at his new position, Seb nonetheless felt the nappy being slipped underneath him, at which point his legs were lowered down, so his education on how to put a nappy on himself continued. His knees pushed apart, as far as possible, as the nappy was pulled up between his legs, that at least covered him, before one side was fastened and then the other, with the matching rows of three matching sticky tabs.

Once the nappy was on, Seb was allowed to sit up once more, before being lifted once more under the arms and stood back on his own feet where Seb found it hard to stand up on his own, as he just wasn't used to all the bulk between his legs that the nappy provided. This even made walking difficult. Not that he had to go far, just across to a mirror so he could see what he looked like.

Seb was speechless by what he saw. He looked just like a big baby in the nappy. Some that was confirmed as he turned around to view himself from all angles, and all sides. This image not helped by Ben who continued his education, but showing how to check that the nappy was a good fit, by running his forefinger around the waist and the leg openings. The final checks of the seals around the inside of this thighs, making Seb jump a little.

"Right that's how you do it. How's it feel?"

Seb wanted to say that it felt great having something so padded, and tight all around him, but didn't want to seem too keen so instead just managed to mutter a little 'Okay!'.

"Great, then you can wear that one home if you want, although," Ben picked up the cut offs, "I'm not sure it will fit under your little shorts."

"Oh!" was all, Seb could say to that, as for the first time he saw a disadvantage to wearing short shorts.

"Still as we didn't powder you up that's probably just as well. Still, if you need clothes to fit over your nappy we sell a range of those too. Anyway, you get changed and I'll get your purchases ready."

Ben gave Seb a playful swot with his hand on the extra padded bottom, before he left the room, allowing Seb to get changed out of the nappy and back into his own shorts on his own. This being just as well, as by the time Seb had the nappy untaped from around his waist, he was sporting an erection that didn't look anything like anything a ten-year-old could manage, even one who was a little tall for his age.

Once everything was paid for, in cash, Seb left the store, with the big package in a - thankfully - plain white bag, and headed home.

Chapter Six

That night, unbeknown to Seb, his parents were heading out for the evening leaving their two boys home alone, which although not for the first time, on this occasion there was going to be a noticeable difference. That started at eight o'clock.

"Seb, are you going to take a show and get ready for bed," Philip told his brother in a tone that was clearly more of a command than a suggestion.

"What? So early. No of course not. The 'rents said we could stay up until at least ten. You heard them."

"Yes I heard them, but that time was only for big boys not for those still in short trousers." countered Philip, with a nod down to his brother's bare legs, poking out of his cut offs. "And remember I'm in charge this evening, so either you do what I tell your or they'll be consequences."

The fourteen year old nearly burst out laughing at that, as it sounded so much like a cliche, but one he wanted to hear, so apparently reluctantly he got up from the sofa, and head upstairs, unaware that while he was in the shower, his brother was also upstairs getting a few things ready for what was to follow.

Seb finished up his shower and got dried off wrapping a towel around his waist, he used a second towel to dry his hair as he walked the short distance from the bathroom back to his bedroom where he found Philip waiting for him, along with the package of nappies.

"Where'd they come from?" he said to himself, or at least he thought it was to himself.

From where he'd been behind the door, Philip stepped out, grabbed his brothers towel and pulled it from his waist with a swift yank, that sent Seb spinning on his bare feet.

"Hey!" Protested Seb before he caught sight of what his brother was holding in his other hand. "What's that thing for?"

"What do you think it's for. You're going to get your bum paddled for wetting your bed. Now turn around, put your hands on the edge of your bed and don't move."

Seb hesitated, but eventually did as he was told, bending over, with his bottom up high in the air. Then held his breath as his brother came closer with the paddle in his hand, and a determined expression on his face.

The next sound in the room was that of wood landing heavily on bare buttocks, followed a split second later by a teenage boy gasping, and then the sound of his bare feet on the carpet as he hoped up and down on the spot clutching at his rear.

"Bend over." Philip repeated. waiting while Seb did so, before he did repeated the action to much the same response.

"Not so hard!" Gasped Seb as he clutched his rear again.

"It has to be hard or little boys won't learnt their lessons, isn't that what the conclusion of your project was?"

"What project?"

"The one on spanking that I helped you with." smirked Philip, knowing that there was no such project, and at Seb's sudden need to cover up another one of his lies.

"Oh yeah, right, that one."

"So, get bent over and let me get on with it."

There was no more conversation as a further ten blows of the paddle were landed on Seb's rear, making it up to a nice even dozen strikes that turned his rear from it's former lily white to a very nice shiny red colour all over, and left Seb with tears running down his face, by the time it was all over.

The paddle was put down, but only so Philip could take hold of his brother's ear and lead him to the corner where he was told to stand with his nose to the wall until he had calm down. Then when he had, he was to put on his nappy, like he'd been shown in the shop, then, and only then, cold he then come down to watch some more TV.

Once he was alone it only took Seb ten minutes or so to pull himself together, and for the tears to dry up on his face. This was partly down to the times he'd been spanked before, but also he was rather keen to wear a nappy once more, even if he hadn't been expecting to wear it anywhere in bed, the idea of wearing it around the house, just like he did his little boy shorts, was rather appealing.

Turning back to his bed Seb went over to the big bag of nappies and carefully removed one from the opening in th end, before putting the rest back into their hiding place. Unfolding the nappy, Seb tried to remember everything Ben Rockford had told him, so that the nappy was laid out in the middle of his bed. Of course it was more difficult now he wasn't just the boy who was going to wear the nappy but the one who was putting it on him, but Ben had told him how to do that too.

Getting up on the bed, Seb sat down on the opened nappy, ensuring that his bottom was right in the middle of the padding, before he laid himself back a bit. His bottom stung a bit from the paddling, but the nappy was strangely soothing as he adjusted himself into the correct position, before pulling the nappy up between his legs, covering up his front. He then taped up the side of the nappy as best he could.

Standing up, Seb carried out the checks to make sure the nappy was tight enough and wouldn't leak, like Ben had showed him. The nappy wasn't quite as tight as it had been in the medical supply shop, but Seb didn't think he'd done too bad for a first try even if it was a bit baggy in places so figured he was ready to go downstairs and show his brother what he was wearing.

Philip very nearly burst out laughing when he saw what Seb was wearing, as it was even funnier than he'd been expecting, yet thankfully he was able to keep to a simple smile instead as he gave a more critical appraisal.

"That doesn't look right. It looks like you're going to leak all over the place like that. Come over here and lie down on the floor."

Of course Seb knew Philip was right, his nappy wasn't as waterproof as it had been when Ben Rockford had put it on him, but there again as he wasn't going wet it, did that really matter? Well it didn't to him, but clearly it did to his brother who had obviously been expecting this, as there was a towel laid out on the rug.

Laying down on his back, right in the middle of the living room, Seb allowed his legs to be pushed apart and for his brother to kneel between them so he could re-tape the nappy tighter. At least that's what Seb expected to happen, when what really happened was that, although he did un-tape the nappy, Philip then pulled open the front part so he could look inside.

Instantly Seb's hands came down to cover himself, his mouth open to protest when his hands were slapped away and it was he who got yelled at all be it in a very sarcastic way: "Oh don't be such a big baby."

With the reprimand delivered, Philip pushed his big brother's legs farther apart and, started to manhandle his private parts, moving them from one side to the other so he could give the area a though inspection. He didn't like what he found. Or rather, what he didn't.

"You didn't use any baby powder. What if you get a nappy rash!"

Once more Seb was about to speak, to say he wasn't going to wet the nappy so there was no danger of a nappy rash, when the words got caught in his throat, when Philip pulled a tub of baby powder from where he'd hidden it under the coffee table.

"Lift your legs." the teenager was told, with the pre-teen pushing them that little bit further up until Seb was in the same position he'd been in the medical supply store, only this time he was having a very generous supply of baby powder sprinkled all over his behind and most of his legs too.

"Put your legs down." Philip instructed once he'd rubbed that powder in, ensuring that the lowered legs went on either side of him, forcing them very far apart so another generous dose of the sweet smelling white powder could be dumped all over Seb's front, and not just down and around his private parts but deep between his legs and even up onto his stomach and part way onto his chest too.

When all the powdering was done the nappy was once more pulled up between Seb's legs and fastened the way it was meant to be fastened, good and tight so that there would be no leaking. Then Seb was told that he could sit and watch the TV until it was bed time.

"Can't I put some pyjamas on?" the teenager asked feeling more than a little self-conscious wearing as little as he was, while his younger brother remained fully clothed.

"No!" was the simple reply to that, although Philip did give more reasons, in a follow up, around the point that there was no point, and that his usual bed time clothes - briefs or boxers - wouldn't fit over the nappy and, anyway, there was no one else there so what did it matter. In the end, Seb agreed.

The two boys watched TV for a couple of hours until it was time for them to go to bed. For once they got on really well with no arguments about what they were going to watch, and Philip even made his brother some snacks and got him a drink when he asked for it while Seb just sat on the floor with his knees spreading wide due to the nappy between his legs.

However, just as they were heading to bed, Seb started to get up, and Philip asked him where he was going, although he already knew the answer.

"I need to go to the toilet."

"Why? You've got a nappy on and we may as well test it now, before you get into bed to save having to wash your sheets again, if it leaks for some reason."

"But..." protested SEb even though the argument made some sort of sense.

"In fact we'll watch more TV until you do, how's that for a deal?"

The promise of extra TV time solved the issue, and Seb sat back down once more but in a few minutes he was wondering if he'd made the right choice as, no matter how desperately the urge to urinate was getting, he just couldn't let it go. It had just been that long since he'd wet his himself, so long that he couldn't even remember it, or how to do it.

Soon it would become a challenge for him to overcome, but at the start it was just uncomfortable, as he tried and tried to wet into the nappy he was wearing until, finally he managed to get a little bit to come out only for his body to stop it almost immediately, by reflex. He tried again.

It was part way through this attempt that not only did Seb manage to get a little urine out, but once he got going he just couldn't stop and in seconds he was filling his nappy up so much that the warm wetness was spreading from his front, down and around his buttocks.

"You finished?" Philip asked, who'd been watching his brother's efforts with some interest, as he'd not been sure Seb would actually take things this far.

"Yes, can I get changed now."

"Not yet, let's see the end of this show first. So we can be sure you don't leak. But sit on the towel. Okay?"

Again it made sense, and after scooting over to the towel, Seb sat back down in his wet nappy to watch some more TV while trying his best not to squirm around as the programme came to a close.

"Okay, bed time." Philip announced as he turned of the TV, "Let's see how your nappy is holding out. Stand up and come over here."

For some reason Seb found what happened next to be the most embarrassing part of the day. He stood before his little brother wearing nothing but a wet nappy, while Philip still seated, checked around the front of the nappy, at the waist and around the snug fit between and around his legs before announcing that there were no leaks and it was safe for them to go upstairs.

It took a few minutes before the brothers headed for the stairs as they had to carry out all the checks their parents demanded before leaving the ground floor, ensuring all the windows were shut, the door was looked - but not doubled locked - and that all the electric equipment was turned off at the mains. Only when that was done, and the lights were switched off, did they meet up at the bottom of the steps, where almost by instinct, Philip took hold off Seb's wrist and lead him upstairs, just like Seb was the little brother and Philip was the oldest.

Back in his bedroom, Seb was told to stand at the end of his bed while Philip laid out an old blanket on the top of his covers. Seb was then lead over by his elbow and sat on the blanket before being pushed back so he was laying flat down with his legs and feet hanging down over the end. Not that they would remain there for long.

Stepping between his brother's legs, Philip pushed the knees further apart before reaching in and undoing the tapes holding the nappy in place. The nappy was then pulled down, with Seb raising up his middle to allow it go underneath him. The used nappy was then sealed into a plastic bag, that Seb could get rid off in the morning.

For a moment Seb was left alone, and exposed in his room while Philip went to the bathroom for a warm wet cloth with which he could give his big brother a sort of sponge bath, that cleaned up not just his private parts, but, after getting Seb to roll over, his bottom and even deep into his crack.

When this was done, a new nappy was pulled out and opened up. Seb once more lifted up his middle so the nappy could be placed under his bottom, and his legs were then lifted as high in the air as the twelve year old could get them, so he could be powdered up again. His legs coming down, more powder applied, far more than was actually needed, especially over and around his penis, which reacted in the only way it could, by getting larger.

"I thought that might happen." Philip smiled to himself before pulling the nappy up over his brother's hardness and taped it closed, good and tight.

Finally that night the leak checks were carried out before the nappy stuff was all put away just in case their parents check the room when they came home, before Seb climbed into his bed and was covered over by his brother, with the reminder that if he needed to use the toilet during the night he should just do it in his nappy, and that, Philip would be up nice and early to change him out of it, in the morning before their parents found out.

The brothers then went to sleep, both feeling strangely content, if for different, yet similar reasons.

The End