As we were driving home from the mall, Mom was the one that finally brought up the sensitive topic I was absolutely dying to get details on.
"Sandra," Mom began, "I've been thinking about your little brother's erections and his masturbation needs while he's being punished. It's something we need to make decisions on - you and me together, before we sit down to talk to him this afternoon."
I nodded my head as I drove, simply saying, "Okay."
"I think we have to realize a few things." Mom continued. "A young man his age is going to get erections -- plenty of them. They're going to be spontaneous and they could end up being quite frequent. We can't just ignore them, and in fact, they'll probably end up being beneficial in the grand scheme of things."
Mom explained what she meant, telling me we should openly acknowledge his erections, suggesting the two of us, if possible, both make a point of looking at his erect penis when it happens. Her reasoning had to do with heightening his embarrassment and humiliation, especially if his hard-ons got to be prolonged or recurring. What she had in mind made my stomach flutter, and just as calmly as if she was talking about flowers in her flowerbed, she gave me her thoughts.
"When we see him with an erection," Mom said, "let's make sure we both say something so he'll know we've noticed it. I'm okay with us making innocent little remarks or comments about his condition, or his penis, as long as they aren't hurtful to him. But, if they last more than.... let's say ten minutes, then we'll have him come stand in front of us and display himself. If he's wearing panties, you or I will pull his panties down to his knees and we'll just look at him. Maybe that kind of direct attention will cause his erection to go down, and if it does, we'll praise him, pull his panties back up and go on with whatever we were doing."
"What if it doesn't go down?" I asked.
"I'm going to keep a supply of moist washcloths in the refrigerator, Sandra." Mom answered. "If his erection doesn't go down, we'll wrap his penis and testicles with a cold washcloth and I'm sure that will do the trick."
Without missing a beat, she told me as part of his punishment he wasn't going to be allowed to touch himself, so we'd have to apply the washcloth for him. Before I could even react to what she'd just said, she continued.
"Sandra, you and I will be touching him a lot, so just accept it now and don't get hung up on it. Don't forget, he's being deprived of all his privacy, rights and privileges, so in effect, we have every right to touch him anytime we want and for whatever reason we deem necessary."
As examples, Mom told me we'd be bathing him daily, and as part of that, we'd be touching his whole body, including his penis and testicles. We'd be holding his penis for him when he went to pee, and we'd be touching him even more intimately when we took his temperature rectally. She even went as far as to tell me we should both take liberties with him and touch him as thoroughly and as frequently as we wanted to, even if he had an erection.
"He's got to realize that he has no power over anything right now." She said. "The more we assert ourselves over him, even if it's embarrassing or humiliating, that's the quicker he'll learn his lesson."
"It's for his own good, Sandra." Mom told me. "The punishment will only be effective if we are firm and demonstrate to him that we are the ones making the decisions."
"Something else," Mom added, "I've made the decision to use masturbation as a reward. Boys his age can get the urge to masturbate three or four times a day -- that's not unheard of at all. And since he's not going to be able to touch himself, we'll have to do it for him."
"Mom!" I exclaimed. "Surely you're not serious?"
"Oh, I'm completely serious!" She replied quickly. "Your father wasn't the first and only man I ever had sex with. I'm quite sure I'm still able to give a satisfying handjob, and I'm assuming by now, you've learned to do it, too."
"Well, yeah." I groaned. "But, isn't that a little weird? Masturbating my own brother?"
"The whole thing is a little weird." Mom said with a little chuckle. "But, we have an excellent opportunity here to show him that respecting us and being nice to us will bring him praise and reward. For a young man his age, can you think of a better reward than a free handjob?"
Mom went further, explaining to me how one of us would go into his bedroom and masturbate him the first thing every morning. "I'm telling you, Sandra, we really have no choice. We'll have to do it." Mom explained. "When they first wake up, they always have an erection..... a really urgent one. And, they need to masturbate before they can pee."
Mom reasoned it out for me, saying we'd handle it right away every morning. We'd be gentle and soothing with him while we did it. We'd reinforce the fact that we would masturbate him again that night -- but only if he was good the whole day...... that's where the reward part of it came in. He'd have to learn that if he wanted relief at the end of the day, he'd have to be on his best behavior.
"I guess I can foresee the possibility that he might do something to merit a reward through the middle of the day." Mom said, as we drove. "If that becomes necessary, let's try to make a big deal out of it..... you know, praise him for what he did and then reinforce the good behavior by giving him a really superb handjob..... maybe even use some lubricant. We should stretch it out and let him enjoy it for a while before we make him ejaculate. Ideally, we should both be there, maybe even take turns stroking him and touching him so he'll see we're both praising and rewarding him."
"But," Mom added with a serious tone, "if he's not good, or if he doesn't earn a reward, all he's going to get is his morning relief each day. That's it. We have to be together on this, Sandra. I don't care if we touch him, stroke him and play with him a hundred times each day and then leave him high and dry. I don't want him to enjoy the pleasures of an orgasm unless it's his freebie in the morning, or, if he earns it by good behavior."
She mentioned she'd read something on one of the web sites about making males clean up, or eat, their own semen after they ejaculated as an added point of humiliation. She wasn't sure if we should be doing that, but, she said she was open to it and asked my opinion.
"Honestly, Mom," I answered, "I'd personally never have any kind of relationship with a man who expected me to taste or swallow his sperm, but wouldn't do the same."
"Oh, I completely agree." Mom replied. "And, your father was really good about that -- he didn't have any hesitancy to kiss me or..... uh, you know, lick me down there after we had sex."
But, for a young man, Mom said we'd have to be careful because it could be traumatic. "They're so worried about being manly and asserting their masculine image." She told me. "In your brother's case, though, given everything else we're doing, we have to keep the option on the table."
