“But… You’re a year younger than me!”
“And an inch shorter than me!”
“So why would I let you…” I looked over my shoulder as if someone could have wandered into the room. “spank me?!”
He rolled his eyes and calmly crouched down. Before I could ask what he was doing, he’d yanked down my pants to expose my briefs. I yelped in protest, but he just dug his shoulder into my shins so that I toppled to the ground, face-first. He repositioned himself to sit on my back. “I think you already know why.”
“What are you talking about? Get the fuck off-”
He grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled it straight up. I gasped at the sudden sharp pain. He chuckled. “You chose to wear these whitey-tighties. You chose to wear boys’ underwear. Because somewhere inside, you already know you’re a boy. And you need to be treated like one.”
He bounced me up and down on the end of the wedgie. I groaned. I wanted to tell him no, to throw him off my back. But… Goddammit, he was inside my head. He knew everything I feared and deserved. I went limp, giving in to his authority.
He patted my butt with his free hand. “Good boy. That’s a good first step. Now let’s see if we can get you crying.”
His hand smacked against my bare cheek.
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