In a matter of just a few hours, I saw Mom's assertiveness with my out-of-control little brother go from nonexistent to utterly masterful. Using her calm and loving style, along with a major dose of firmness, mother finally laid down the law with the inconsiderate Bobby. I didn't think she had it in her, but she surprised me. I have to admit, though, that's not what surprised me the most.
What surprised me the most was the way Mom took control of the situation in such a determined way. He'd pushed her too far, for too long. And, literally overnight, she'd decided to punish Bobby in a way that stunned and delighted me to no end.
She gave him a choice that was simple to understand -- either move out, or stay home and accept her punishment. She even offered him money to get him an apartment, and offered to help move his stuff out. I was sure he was going to take it. She was completely up front and honest with him about how difficult and distasteful the punishment would be if he elected to stay. Initially, Mom didn't give him the exact details of the punishment, but, she warned him it would be rough. I heard what she said to him and believe me, the words she used left no question in Bobby's mind that the punishment would be something he would never forget -- probably the hardest thing he'd ever endured up to now.
My poor little brother agonized over his decision. He even cried in front of us and seemed honestly sorry and apologetic for his behavior in the past. However, his apology came way too late. I think Mom appreciated his regret, but, she stood her ground and made him choose: move out, or, stay and be punished.
In the end, Bobby reluctantly accepted Mom's punishment and at that point, she explained the details of how he would be punished. He sat there, stone-faced, while Mom told him what was going to happen to him..... losing all his privileges and his right to privacy, losing all his clothes....... about the spankings, the nudity, wearing bras and panties -- all that. Then, if that wasn't bad enough, Mom told him I would be an equal partner in administering his punishment. Within a few minutes of receiving the devastating news of the humiliation he'd be subjected to for a full seven days, he was immediately stripped of his clothes and ordered to stand in front of us naked so we could begin his punishment by an embarrassing examination of his genitals -- a full, hands-on examination by both my mother, and by me.
Personally, I wasn't adequately prepared to see my little brother's cock. I guess I expected to see an averaged size penis for a young man his age, but, nothing could have prepared me to see what was under his boxer shorts -- the thick tool that hung between his legs. It was amazing.... beautiful and stunning in a way that made me gush inside my panties. It was literally every girl's dream penis.
My mother showed tremendous restraint and composure seeing her son naked, and even when he stood in front of us as his erection grew and strained out from his body, Mom seemed to hold it together remarkably well. She told him not to be concerned about his erection, telling him to accept the fact that he'd be exposed in front of us for the next seven days.
When Mom examined him, she held his testicles in the palm of her hand and wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and held his penis. But, amazingly enough, she didn't do much more than that. Perhaps she was took pity on him because of his embarrassed state, or maybe she held back because I was sitting there watching every move she made.
Fortunately for my brother, Mom was sitting right next to me when it was my turn to examine him. Had she not been there, I'm not sure I could have resisted the urge to give my brother's cock the examination of a life time. Maybe I'd even slide that beautiful cock into my mouth and give it a nice long suckjob, followed by me throwing him down on the carpet and sliding my wet, wanton pussy down on top of his majestic member and riding him until I passed out from exhaustion.
By now, though, it was starting to get late in the afternoon and we still had so much more to do. When Mom mentioned she wanted Bobby to try on the bras and panties we bought for him at the mall, I felt another small flood of warm, slippery juice escape between my lower lips and further wet my panties, which, I knew were already dripping wet by now. Every time I moved I could feel the wet material against my crotch and I kept thinking I ought to find a reason to slip away for a few minutes so I could change them.
I was about to tell Mom I'd be right back when she announced we had to get rid of Bobby's erection before he tried on his new lingerie. Ushering both Bobby and I into the kitchen, she told me she wanted me to watch what she did so I could do it myself when it was necessary. Then, reaching into the refrigerator, she pulled out a plastic bin filled with folded washcloths and chilled water. Setting it by the sink, she picked up one of the washcloths, rung out most of the water over the sink and turned to look at my little brother.
"From what I read on the internet last night," Mom said, looking up at Bobby and pointing to his still very erect cock, "this is the fastest way to get rid of an unwanted erection, Sweetheart. I'm not going to try to fool you, it'll be a serious shock to your privates, but, I can't have you waving that thing around at your sister and me for the next several hours."
She took a minute and explained to Bobby that we'd probably allow his erections for ten or fifteen minutes at a time, but, she felt it would be better to get rid of them if they lasted longer than that. "If you can get them to go down yourself, then you can avoid the cold washcloth." Mom added. "But, if not, we'll help you."
After saying that, Mom moved forward a few steps and kneeled down in front of my little brother. Reaching up with the wet, cold washcloth in her hand, she carefully wrapped the cold cloth around his balls and folded the loose end around his shaft. Bobby almost jumped out of his skin when he felt the coldness of the washcloth envelop his cock and balls. "Stay still." Mom said to him. "This shouldn't take long."
Mom was exactly right. In a matter of ten seconds, my little brother's cock began to shrink and in less than twenty seconds, he was completely flaccid. "See?" Mom said, looking up at me. "It's as easy as that."
It was clear to me that the sudden shock of the cold washcloth was physically very uncomfortable for Bobby, but, he stood there like a trooper and endured it until his erection subsided. I'd always heard stories about a guy taking a cold shower to cool himself off, and never thought much about it. But, this seemed to work well, despite Bobby's obvious discomfort.
Believe it or not, now that Bobby's hard-on was gone, he seemed to be more at ease standing in front of us naked. For me, though, I was staring at his soft penis thinking what an amazing thing it was to see his cock grow from the way it was now, to the powerful rod it became when he was hard. I knew it was the male physiology that made it all happen the way it did, but, I was completely mesmerized by the process and I was wishing I could hold him in my hand and feel him go from soft to hard. I made a mental note to try that when I was bathing him later.
I told Mom I needed to go pee, and as soon as I did, Bobby looked at Mom and said he needed to go, too.
"Sandra, why don't you go back to my bathroom and I'll take your brother into the hall bathroom so he can go." Mom suggested. "Then, you can stay with him so I can go, too, and then we'll have him try on his new bras and panties to see what fits and what doesn't."
I stopped off in my room to get a new pair of panties to change into. Opening up my panty drawer, I selected a pair of plain cotton panties thinking they would better absorb the massive amount of pussy juice I was sure I was leaking, and when I got to Mom's bathroom, I was glad I did. The silky blue bikini panties I was wearing were completely soaked through the crotch panel, turning them dark blue from the thick, slippery girl juice I was leaking. I could see little blotches and pools of my shiny vaginal lubrication on the small cotton gusset, and shuddered when I felt the weight of the wet panties in my hand when I took them off. Obviously, I couldn't have worn them much longer without the wetness seeping through onto my shorts and probably creating a situation where both my mother, and my brother, would have seen or smelled my excitement.
I dropped my worn panties into my laundry hamper on the way back to find Mom and Bobby. They were still in the hall bathroom when I heard them, and, I stopped just short of the door and eavesdropped on them from out in the hall.
"We're going somewhere tomorrow?" Bobby asked.
