Sandra's Thoughts

Sandra’s Thoughts

   I remember that winter morning like yesterday. Everything worked out perfectly. Even better than I expected.

   I had returned home a week before, on 6 weeks Yule Holiday leave. After nearly 6 months of Marine Training. Basic, Advanced, and Special Operations. Airborne qualified. Honor graduate, platoon leader. Certified in espionage, martial arts, weapons, female seduction, and male Discipline.

    Strange Airport Procedures

   Mother picked me up at the city airport. I flew on a military plane from California, with girls and women from all the services. Most were older than me, many had husbands and families.

   The reception area was crowded. Every male traveler was naked, of course, above Mary Janes or slippers. Leashed at neck or testicles by a tall beauty in a sexy dress and heel sandals. Swiveling his head to leer at big haughty gorgeous girls and women, his prick erect and dripping precum.

   My first time in an airport shocked and outraged me. I was accustomed to normal male behavior in public. You know, eyes meekly on female toes, and all that.

   My brother Ralph was with me. In sandals to show off cute little feet, eyes strictly on mine, leashed by neck collar. He wasn’t always so demure in public. He used to leer and gape like these airport idiots.

   Now, he doesn’t dare take his eyes from my toes. It’s amazing how merciless spankings – swiftly and expertly administered - can correct male misbehavior.

   I stroked his erect prick, and cooed. “You’re my good little boy, aren’t you?” He nodded, eyes downcast. That was all he could do. His cheeks bulged a bit, mouth stuffed with my used panties.

  Aunt Bella And Family

   We were picking up my aunt, uncle and their college-age twins. She’s my dad’s sister, and he misses her terribly. But she lives in Oregon, so dad’s lucky if he sees her once a year.

   There they were! Aunt Bella and her family. She led her second husband by a testicle leash. He wasn’t much older than me. The twins were right behind. Voluptuous Betty in cool blue heels leading brother Bill the same way. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the boy.

   As is customary, females kissed each other first. Passionately. Most families I know kiss like sex-starved lesbians. We do too.

   Aunt Bella explained about the airport scene. “Males in airports must be naked, and leashed at all times. But they can look anywhere they want. It’s more efficient. People move twice as fast that way, which is important in crowded airports.”

   I snapped at Ralph. “Eyes on my feet. Don’t you dare look up. Or I’ll barbeque your fat fanny with the tawse when we get home.”

   Betty giggled. “Let’s trade brothers!” She must have read my mind. Before we traded, Aunt Bella sternly warned her males. Outside the airport doors, normal walking rules apply, and will be strictly enforced.

   I felt a tongue between my toes. Not Ralph’s. I looked down. Cute cousin Bill. Betty and I exchanged leashes.

  A Military Family Welcome

   There was a large group of military families waiting for my flight. Naked boys and men kneeling up, flanked by tall stunning girls and women in dresses and heels. Oiled pricks erect and dripping, fluffed by young women using long feathers.

   That seemed peculiar. My brother Ralph’s cock doesn’t need fluffing when he kneels to me. I asked my seat mate, a black Army sergeant major named Vonda, about that.

   She chuckled. “The sweet cupcakes are husbands and dads, brothers and boyfriends, sons and fiancées. Over-excited, hysterical, and scared shitless. I guarantee they got Triple Enemas this morning. The pricks are quirky. Fluffing helps them stand at attention for us.”

   I held back from a crowd awhile to admire the scene. Fat male fannies high, wide, and handsome. Every hue from snow white to tan (even the darkest African males have light skin from fanny to knees). Obeisance being enthusiastically rendered.

   Lusty, Sexy Sandra

   I shivered with lust. Every girl in my elite class of Advanced Training was issued a male recruit. Every night, the spanking and fucking was unbelievable.

   But that was nearly 3 months ago. I hadn’t had a naked male in my arms or across my lap in that time, except for training purposes.

   Except for certain training, I’d worn combat boots and camo for 6 months.

  It was lovely to feel feminine and civilian-dominant in my Marine dress uniform and regulation heel sandals. White thong panties and garter belt. White hose that ended at my ankle with a stirrup loop under my foot. My feet and toes were bare for O.

   As my Drill Sergeant said, “Marines are bad killer bitches in training and battle. We are strict Dominas and proper Ladies most other times. Is that clear, little boys?!!”

   My final graduation, Special Ops, was closed to the public. Only military and senior government officials. They sat in the reviewing stand, adorable naked aides on their laps. Rank has its privileges.

   We marched in dress uniform and heels. At “Eyes Right!” I saw the pampered pricks twitch. Males go nuts for big strong women in uniform. At 6-7 and 225 pounds, I was about average in my unit.

   As a Lance Corporal, a regulation black strap drooped through the right side of my belt. Suitable for spankings and strappings. Wickedly serious.

   Mother kissed me. Put her familiar hand under my skirt to finger my cunt. It was sopping, my knees buckled a bit.

   Impetuous Sandra & Naked Ralph

   “My heavens, Sandra, you look divine in that uniform! Wait till daddy and Ralph see you! Aunts Ethyl and Myrtle have our boys pooped, primped, perfumed, and oiled to a fare thee well. They’re waiting at home, naked and kneeling, erect dripping cocks.” I panted with Discipline lust.

   The boys were precious, ribbons in their hair and around their pricks. They’d barely started sucking my toes. I suddenly threw Ralph over my shoulder like a warrior queen and carried him up to my bedroom.

    Burning to get my brother’s luscious fanny across my lap, I was clumsy with his bursting testicles. Mother had him chastity locked and un-Disciplined for the past two days. I used the heirloom hickory spanker grandma gave me. He screamed his heart out. I had several shuddering orgasms.

   For the next week, I gave Ralph too many blistering spankings to count. Daddy too, but less. I was out a lot with girlfriends and visits to their homes, a few hours at a time. They were visibly impressed by my swagger, uniform, and service, and asked me all sorts of questions.

  Female In Uniform – Males In Love

   Their family males were adorable. Dads, brothers, uncles, cousins. Naked and kneeling, licking my feet and sucking my toes until I gave permission. You should have seen them look up at me! Pure submissive worship. Twitching pricks, precum flowing and spraying, necks straining upwards.

   When I sat a cute fellow on my lap, the others whined in jealousy. Quite embarrassing for my girlfriends and their Mothers. Impudence and Insolence, in front of an honored visitor, no less! Severe spankings commenced.

   They were a delight to watch. Once, my dear friend Adele was with her favorite uncle. An extremely cute studmuffin with long dark hair, flirty eyes, fanny of a wide-hipped cherub, the prettiest prick. Adele surely sucked it often. I certainly would.

   He was also Naughty. Adele gave him a splendid spanking. Her uncle kicked his chubby legs and feet adorably. That reminded me. Ralph was due for a beauty treatment. And a spanking. I soon went home, but not before I tasted uncle’s prick as he sat on Adele’s lap. Delicious.

  My Brother’s Little Problem

   While I was away in training, my brother developed a bad habit. Spankings can’t cure it. Ralph peed in fear whenever Mother called for him, or spoke to him. Every time. Even to sit on her lap for kisses, or something else non-threatening. He did it with me, too, now.

   We had to put him in diapers, and constantly check them. Poor dear, it wasn’t his fault. Boys often get that problem. But we couldn’t keep changing diapers and bathing his genitals in the bidet. And he couldn’t go on that way indefinitely. No girl, however desperate for a boyfriend, would want him.

   The evening before my “accidental” encounter, Mother put Ralph on her lap Sideways. As she talked, she fondled his big hard prick. So sweet.

   “Darling, our family is worried about the problem. You especially. My own brother suffered from it. But Mother knew how to fix him. And she did.”

   “So tomorrow when Sandra gets home, we’ll take you outside. Hush, I know it’s cold. We’ll strap you to the outdoor whipping frame in the yard. And then, we’ll give you a good strong dose of Switches and Nettles to cure that bad habit. Not because you’re Naughty. But because we love you very much”.

   Ralph peed all over Mother’s dress. I couldn’t help laughing.

  Naked At My Feet

   Next morning, I sat nude in my bedroom, feet on footstools, as Ralph applied deep purple polish to my toenails. I’d made sure he learned Domina Foot & Hand Care at ETT Therapy. He didn’t have the natural knack as some boys did. But it’s amazing how inspirational thrashings can be.

   Ralph was so darn cute. Naked on his knees, applying polish so carefully, trying his best to Not look at my nude body. With a twitching, dripping erection. Boys are so modest around nude sisters! I wonder why. I’m the furthest thing from that when he’s naked!

   After he dried my toenail polish with a hair dryer, I leaned over to kiss him. I stood up. It was time for my panties, garters, and hose. In that order. Ralph knows how to assist me. No false modesty or fumbling allowed! He needed many of my best spankings to finally learn.

   Poor baby. The process is hard for him. Inevitably, his nose will touch my vagina and bottomcleft a few times. Ralph held each heel sandal in turn, and I stepped into them.

   Mother wanted to do Ralph’s T&T this morning, so I sent him on his way. Big shapely bottomcheeks rumbling with every step, he tiptoed out. I suddenly lusted to have them under my nose, but that was impossible.

   I knew my brother loved me terribly. I loved him. It gave me a pang that he pees in fear at the sound of my voice. Eh, S&N will fix that.

  Unmentionables & Intimacies

   Ralph, like other brothers, washes my undergarments every two weeks, and keeps them in separate mesh bags. A girl’s used semi-thong white panties, invariably moist and pungent, are treated differently. Every boy keeps several in his satchel, in sealable baggies.

   In public and in the car, a young lady often stuffs her brother’s mouth with her used panties. This serves a double purpose - ensuring the boy’s silence, and drenching his taste and smell with sister’s hormones, pheromones, and other active female compounds.

   Combine with: A sister’s daily intimate care, supervision, and frequent severe spankings. A boy’s regular fervent Obeisance the effects are remarkable. They last a lifetime. To my initial surprise, for both genders.

   Many other “little things” have outsize effects in youth. Like any girl, I scoffed at Mother’s hoary advice, but followed it.

   “Touch, caress, or inspect Ralph’s genitals hourly when possible.” “Make sure he licks between your toes”. “Spankings, friggings, fondlings, and kisses are precious treasures. Give, and take, all you can.”

   “Make sure Ralph looks at your feet, every moment of every spanking”. “A boy’s constipation often means his sister’s inattention.” “Discipline first, sex second.” “In male hearts, lust follows fear, love follows tears, worship happens naturally.”

   “Boys are born to kneel at their sisters’ feet. Girls teach them to desire it.” “In all history, no boy or man ever got too many good spankings. Too many men didn’t get enough. Live by that wisdom.”

   “Male mischief, no matter how grave, is always a Domina’s fault.” “Pricks rise at our beauty, harder when we’re nude, but hardest when we’re dominant”. “Respect and appreciate the power of female feet. Males do.”

   Oh, so many wise thoughts.

   Mother wanted to do his T&T herself this morning, so I sent him to her.  

    I put on the dress uniform myself. Managed to walk near Richard’s home at the right moment. Everything fell into place after that.

   It all happened pretty much as he said. A few things, though. I was highly pissed when he shrank away from his own turd. The nerve of him! I inspect them every day with no problem. Just goes to show how we coddle our boys.

   Those injections? Fantastic. When I returned to base five weeks later, Richard’s fanny was more luscious already. A year after that, I returned on home leave. Incredible.

   My darling’s bottomcheeks overflowed even my big hands. They were heavier, too. And shapely. Richard’s Mother said his hips were 44 (deep!)  inches. With a waist of 32, it makes a girl’s mouth water. I couldn’t resist.

   I spanked that creamy fat fanny to blazing red and purple. Then I smothered his sobs with my kisses.

  Ralph’s Painful Cure – Switches & Nettles

   I got home about 3. Unexpected exciting day with Richard and his Mother. Ooh, he’s such a darling doll. I think he likes me. Pretty sure.

   Mother and Ralph were waiting. He was naked, with, considering the situation, a ridiculous erections.

   She wore black. Leather pants and boots, turtleneck sweater, long leather coat. Handed me one of her old winter coats, red heavy cloth, and thick gardening gloves. There were snow flurries in the air.

   Ralph shivered in anticipation, his fanny clenching.

   “Don’t fret about the cold, son. In a few minutes, it’ll be the last thing on your mind. Gone, like your silly erection.”

   Two floor vases held the switches and nettles. Fresh, neatly-tied bunches. Brown and green.

   Mother was pleased about my military expertise with nettles. “I don’t like the evil things. Last summer, your daddy earned another S&N. I did both, a nettle scratched my thumb. Misery for a week.”

   I mused that Ralph’s fanny, to the anus, would suffer a lot more.

   “What did daddy do?” “He had to pee. He looked down while I held his penis to the bidet. He Peeped. In a public Mens Room, if you please. Peeping is a crime. Dominas are responsible. I was busted again with Ralph last year.”

   “Three weeks jail and Community Service. But the worst part was standing nude before the judge, as she lectured me about parenting. Thank heavens a cop wasn’t around this time. They patrol Mens Rooms a lot.”

   Mother rolled her vase of switches forward. To the sliding door that opens to our deck and yard. Enough bunches for several switchings. Outside on the deck.

   We each took one of Ralph’s hands. Chubby cutie, average male height, a foot shorter than me. Only his prick, balls, and fanny were Domina-size. Getting darker already outside.

   He whimpered as we strapped him tight, nose facing knees. Mother got her first bunch, still dripping. Slash. Slash. Slash. Scream.

   Ralph continued screaming while Mother got a new bunch of switches. Tight smile, cheeks flushed. She seemed to be enjoying herself. I rolled my vase of nettles on the deck, put the gloves on. Turned on the deck lights to fully inspect them.

   They looked so innocent. Like long jagged weeds from a pond. Lime green.

   “Sandra, help me out. I’m lecturing your brother to not pee when we call him. To not pee at any inappropriate time. And so on. I need another bunch.”

   I lectured Ralph sternly, like a Marine. He was bent at the waist at an acute angle. I was mostly talking to his fanny. I grasped his testicles, which sisters do all the time. For all kinds of reasons.

   He was crying and sobbing so much, I had to speak loud. His wide fanny had bright red switch marks about halfway down. Mother was doing a thorough job.

   I watched as she deliberately and slowly worked her way down. To just above Ralph’s knees. I looked at my watch. 30-some minutes.

   Mother walked into the house. “He’s all yours now. Do it properly.” She was sweating in the cold air.

   I used one bunch for each outer bottomcheek. Ralph’s fanny is wide and long, each half moon needed one. Another vertically along his outer bottomcleft.

   Strong and long as my fingers are, it was a challenge to separate my brother’s deep bottomcleft. One bunch for both sides, down to the anus. A few strokes with a fresh bunch. Strong smell of fresh nettles.

   Ralph farted. And farted. Short little blurts. Longer burbles. Squeaks, then  long hard blubbering. Smelly, but so what? He’s been farting at me for some time. Since the first time my finger went up his butt for a suppository. It’s part of being a sister.

   I was raptly absorbed in applying the nettles right, didn’t notice the time or Ralph’s screams. I abruptly realized the deck floodlight was on his fanny.

   What a sight Switches & Nettles make on a large male behind. Switches – deep red and purple lines and welts from fanny to knees. Entire expanse swollen.

   Nettles – white and sickly yellow pimples, pustules, and blisters. Everywhere. Good thing he got two large enemas today. Ralph won’t poop for days. At least a week of enemas. Cold prostate milkings until he’s regular. Prone in lotion diapers. Poor dear.

  Male Delicacy. Cold Prostate Milkings

   Mother nursed him through most of his recovery, though I did a goodly share. Like every male alive, Ralph detested milkings, but begged me to do them.

   Typical. He moans like a sick calf when my finger is up his fanny for baths. Howls about suppositories. Wails and complains about my butt plugs. Sometimes I just threw up my hands, put him across my lap, and spanked the tar out of him.

   Fact is, I think he’s faking. I think he actually likes the stuff, but won’t admit it. Most of my girlfriends with brothers have the same notion.

   Ralph practically admitted it by asking me to milk him. Me, I have to admit milkings are awful. My poor brother needs about 5 cums a day. That’s 5 milkings a day.

   I use an open mouth steel jug of cold water and ice. Completely immerse Ralph’s penis and testicles in that for about 7 or 8 minutes. Stand him bent hands on knees, or turn him on one side in bed. Insert my finger up rectum to the large prostate bulb, and massage.

   His cum dribbles out in small pathetic gobs. Not like when I frig him, spurting geysers thick and strong. Ralph feels nothing except the urge to poop. Not powerful multiple orgasms on my lap, when he sometimes faints clean away.

   Toilets are worse. Painful enemas, punished fanny agony on the toilet seat. Nettle pimples and boils burst. Need I say more?

   Mother and I lectured Ralph about his “little problem” until he was ready for normal life again. Two weeks. We celebrated with a polished oak Spencer spanking. Mother did, anyway. What is it about Mothers and boys?

   Next day I called Ralph in my loudest parade ground voice. He skittered to me in shirt and tights. I lowered the tights, fingering them and genitals for wetness. Dry as toast. Unless you consider his dripping erection, which I don’t.

  Males And The Females Who Undress Them

   It’s really funny. I’ve lowered Ralph’s pants a million times, and held his prick and testicles in my hands. To use the bathroom. To gauge him. Before I completely undress him for spankings. Of course, for frigging and fondling. For all the many purposes girls lower their brothers’ pants.

   Even when Ralph had ballsack-draining cums just minutes before, his prick is always hard in my hand. The few times it wasn’t, he was ill.

   Maybe that’s part of why girls love their brothers. There’s no question why they love us so much. The reasons are obvious. Totally.