Little Sister Reverses the Roles Part 1 by Shanfan, email shanfan902@hotmail.com How my "Baby Sister" became my Babysitter After reading about all of my fellow older brothers who have found themselves dominated by their younger sisters, my own sister has now ordered me to recount my humiliating experiences at her hands. It has been over twenty-five years since Debbie first made me serve her, and her control continues over me to this very day. Debbie was a "perfect child", at least in Mom's and Dad's eyes. She never misbehaved in front of them. She got straight "A"'s in school, kept her room neat and always did her chores. I was the opposite. I was always getting into mischief at school and was at best an average student. My room was a mess, which always pissed Mom off, and I was always trying to get out of holding down my share of responsibilities around the house. I resented the fact that because of her "goody two shoes" image, Debbie was looked upon more favorably by our parents than I was. I was always being grounded and given extra chores for one misdeed or another. There was only one way that I could think of to get back at her. Our parents went away every few weekends, and being the older sibling I was naturally in charge. I now admit that I misused the responsibility with which I was entrusted. I took my belt and snapped it at Debbie while making her clean the house, do the dishes after meals and perform all the other duties that she and I were supposed to share equally. She never liked what I made her do, but she didn't object too much because when she did, I would start stinging her with the belt snaps, and threatened to hit her harder if she ever squealed on me. In the weeks leading up to the fateful day, I was feeling better than ever. I was a senior in high school, had just turned 18 and had my driver's license. Dad had just gotten a new car, so he gave me his old car. Mom thought that I should have gotten a part time job to pay for it, and told Dad that it was one more example of how he was soft on me. As far as I was concerned, I was just happy to be having more freedom as I was getting older. Then, I got myself into real trouble. I was caught smoking in the boy's room at school (another expression of freedom and independence, as I saw it at the time) and a notice was sent to my parents, detailing the foul language that I used when arguing with the teacher who caught me. Our parents were very strict in all matters including cursing and smoking, not to mention sexual matters. "What are we going to do with you?" Mom asked in exasperation as she was getting dinner ready. "And what kind of example are you setting for your little sister? It's a good thing that your bad habits haven't rubbed off on her!" "That's because girls mature faster than boys, DON'T they, Mommy?" piped up Debbie. "I may be four years younger than Paul, but I act like I'm older than HIM! You should put ME in charge of HIM when you and Daddy go away!" I was about to scoff at Debbie's comment but then Mom spoke up. "That's not a bad idea, Debbie! You HAVE shown more maturity and responsibility than your brother!" Mom then turned to me. "Your father and I are going to a business conference next weekend. Debbie will be in charge of the house. You will obey all of your sister's instructions as if they had come from me! She will give a full report to your father and me on your behavior, and heaven help you if you misbehave!" From behind Mom, Debbie pumped her fist and silently mouthed "YES!", then stuck her tongue at me. When Mom turned around to her, Debbie quickly put on a serious face. "You can count on me, Mother!" she said earnestly, and our unsuspecting mother smiled in appreciation. When Mom turned away, Debbie stuck out her tongue again while shaking her head, and continued to quietly mock me. This was the first hint of just how devious and difficult my sister would be the next weekend. I should have realized, because I had seen my sister's "miss innocent" act before. At 14, she was a first year student in my high school, and I saw a side of her that I hadn't seen at home. She would wear conservative clothes to school, but change in to trendier, more revealing clothing that she knew our somewhat straitlaced parents wouldn't approve of. She was hanging out with what seemed to be a fast crowd for that age, and that included some boys. Our parents would DEFINITELY not approved of that, at least without their knowledge! Debbie might have been Mom and Dad's "sweet little girl", but she wasn't as innocent as she portrayed herself to be at home. And I must say, her body was maturing. With her long dark hair and cute smile, she was starting to turn the heads of guys even my age, and she was enjoying the attention. She seemed to be more at ease with her peers than I was with mine. She was becoming a confident young woman, but she was still young enough to have mischievous, childish tendencies that complimented her emerging maturity. Our parents left Saturday morning, and Debbie didn't waste any time hassling me. She made me do all of her chores, including vacuuming the carpets and dusting the furniture, as well as my own jobs of scrubbing the kitchen floor and cleaning the bathrooms. She really riled me when she stood above me, smiling, hands on hips, as I knelt in front of the toilet bowl, scrubbing the rim. My kid sister was really enjoying wielding the power that Mom had given her over me. As Debbie sat down on the couch, her sly smile told me that her devious mind was at work again. She told me to take my clothes off and do jumping jacks in front of her while she sat and watched! Mom wouldn't condone THIS, I was sure, but she wasn't coming back until the following day. So I refused to undress, and told Debbie that this wasn't what Mom had in mind. "That's for Mom to decide when she gets back!" chirped Debbie. "Remember, Mom said that you had to obey me now and complain to her later! Now, I'll have to punish you for not obeying me immediately when I ordered you to strip!" She patted her lap. "Forget about the jumping jacks!" she purred. Just drop your pants and get over my lap. Your LITTLE SISTER is about to give you a BIG SPANKING!" This was too much for me to take, so I stomped into my bedroom. Debbie laughed. "Poor Paulie, stalking off like a little baby! No wonder Mom put me in charge of you! I can't believe that I was ever intimidated by the fact that you were born first! Mom and I agree that girls mature faster, and every day you look more and more like a little child to me!" Those taunting words, culminating with my kid sister calling me a little child, set off my emotions even more and I slammed my bedroom door behind me. I heard Debbie laugh louder in response. "Thank you for proving my point for me, Big Baby Brother!" she called out. My mind was in a panic. I wasn't thinking clearly, but I knew that I had to get away. Quickly I slipped out of the window and before Debbie knew what I was doing I sped off in my car. I was ashamed that I was running away from my kid sister's humiliating authority over me, but it was better than submitting to a spanking at her slapping hands! I didn't have anywhere to go, so I saw a couple of movies. I was proud of myself for having defied my sister's gratuitous and juvenile orders. I was confident that Mom would side with me once I explained the outlandish way in which Debbie was abusing her authority. On the other hand, Debbie was right. Mom had told me that I had to obey all of Debbie's orders without question. If I had any complaints I could take it up with Mom later. But Mom had said that until my parents returned, my little sister had all the authority over me that my mother would have if she were home. It was so unfair, and I was in an awful dilemma. I decided that I didn't want to endure any of Debbie's childish punishment any more, so I stayed out until I figured that she would be asleep. The next day, I would simply refuse to do anything she said, and hope that Mom would understand. I returned home around 1am. Debbie's bedroom light was out and I tiptoed into my room. I went to sleep looking forward to the morning, when I would tell my sister to go screw herself. However, in the middle of my deep slumber, I suddenly awakened with my head burning in agony. I would later learn that it was 3am, and that Debbie had poured Tabasco sauce down my nostrils as I was peacefully snoring. Now she was pinching my nose, forcing the fiery liquid up my nasal passage and down into my throat. The intense burning sensation permeated the roof of my mouth and spread throughout my skull. It felt as if my brain was on fire! But at that moment I didn't know what was happening. I was in convulsions on my bed and was vaguely sensing that Debbie was tying my wrists together behind my back, and then my ankles to each other. My kid sister then sat on the edge of the bed and hauled me across her lap. She swiftly pulled down my pajama bottoms and with the sole of my own sneaker, she started swatting me across my bare ass! I tried to push myself off of her, but Debbie lifted her left leg and pinned both of my legs with it. She held down my head with a firm, painful grip on my neck. Then Debbie resumed her spanking and all I could do was squirm a few inches. I pleaded for her to stop, but she responded by shoving one of my dirty socks in my mouth to get me to shut up. Debbie continued to spank my ass for ten more minutes and then she suddenly let go and stood up, causing me to crash to the floor. I felt my body being bent into a ball as she hog-tied me, running some twine between my bound ankles and my wrists, which were still tied behind my back. Without a word - she hadn't spoken during this entire time - she stepped on my face with her bare foot as she walked out of my room, closed the door and went back to bed, leaving me trussed and helpless on the floor. I worked the sock out of my mouth with my tongue and got some fitful intermittent, and very uncomfortable sleep. In a few hours I smelled bacon frying, and I heard Debbie humming to herself. I was hungry and the smell made me even hungrier. I rolled to the door, pleading for my sister to untie me, but she didn't answer, and I was unable to open the door. I continued to cry out for the next twenty minutes. My mind was in such anguish that I didn't even realize that not only was my sister enjoying her breakfast, but she was probably finding the pathetic pleas of her older brother was music to her ears, taking her enjoyment of the situation to an even higher level. I was lying by the door when Debbie flung it open, banging it into my shins. I howled in agony as my sister, still humming, she kicked my sides made me roll over and over like a dog, until I was by my bed. Roughly grabbing my hair, Debbie pulled me painfully up into a sitting position. For the first time I noticed that she had brought in my breakfast with her - a bowl of cream of wheat! No bacon for me, I was getting a child's breakfast! Then, her devious smile looking more malicious by the second, she poured half a bottle of that damned Tabasco sauce in my porridge! She taunted me by holding the bottle in front of my face, reminding me of her earlier assault.I was sill feeling the effects of the peppery sauce up my nose some hours before, and Debbie knew that I hate spicy food. Debbie winked at me as she mixed in the sauce, then held the spoon up to my mouth. I couldn't believe that the humiliation was continuing. My kid sister was going to feed the mush to me like a baby! I had been hungry, but not for this! I stubbornly kept my mouth closed, not letting in the spoon. Debbie gave a sigh and put the spoon back in the bowl and set it aside. "There's only one way to deal with obstinate children like you!" Without warning I felt a blinding flash of pain on my left cheek, then on my right. My little sister was slapping my face, backhanded and forehanded, in rapid repeated succession! My wrists and ankles were still tied, of course, so I couldn't defend myself. I tried to move my head out of the way, but Debbie grabbed me by the hair again, holding my head in place while continuing her slaps. "You spit out your sock!" she hissed, followed by SLAP! "I put it in your mouth for a reason!" SLAP! If I put a sock in your mouth you are to keep it there until I take it out or give you permission to spit it out!" SLAP! "Little boys have to eat ALL of their breakfast!" SLAP! "Even if they are too stupid to know that on their own!" SLAP! "That's why Mom put me in charge of my big baby brother!" SLAP! "She knew that I could handle you, and she was right!" SLAP! "You're nothing but a big" SLAP! "overgrown" SLAP! "baby!" SLAP! By now I was trying to plead with Debbie to stop slapping me, promising to eat the spicy cereal. But between the slaps and my crying, I was completely unintelligible, and Debbie continued to slap my now wet and red face for another few minutes before finally stopping. "Okay," she cooed, talking and lisping to me like i was a baby. "Itth's time for your bweakfatht, Wittle Paulie. Open wide! I opened my mouth. But despite her "baby talk", Debbie was hardly maternally gentle. She shoved spoonful after spoonful of the spicy, lukewarm mush, faster than I could take it in. She roughly scraped the roof of my mouth and my cheeks and tongue to make sure that I swallowed everything that she had put in my mouth. I gagged and involuntarily spat some out. Debbie cracked my face with two more resounding slaps. She then grabbed my face with one hand and squeezed my cheeks with her fingers, forcing my mouth open. She then poured the rest of the bowl down my mouth. Between my gagging and heaving I managed to get most of it down. I asked Debbie for some water, and her response was to stuff the sock that I had spit out back into my mouth. But this time she tied it into place with my other sock, the hard knot biting into the back of my head. She then buckled my belt around my neck, and tied it to a leg at the head of my bed! Then, as she continued to hum to herself as if she was absent-mindedly going about her business, Debbie resumed kicking my legs and my flanks. The only way to escape Debbie's attack was to slither under my bed until I was out of her kicking range! A few days before, I would never thought that this would be possible. I was scared to death of my little sister, who had made me a prisoner underneath my own bed, gagged with my own stinking socks, afraid to come out because I knew that she would hurt me again! I could hear my heart pounding. I had never been in such a claustrophobic situation, and I was not reacting well to it. I tried to wedge myself into a comfortable position under the bed when suddenly Debbie jumped up and landed on top of the bed, sending the bottom of the box spring slamming into my rib cage. As I groaned in agony through my socks, my sister giggled and skipped out of the room, closing the door behind her. And again, as the last time, she hadn't said a word. She didn't have to. Her actions spoke for themselves. Even after Debbie left, I was afraid to get out from under the bed! She hadn't said that I couldn't get out - she hadn't said anything - but I was afraid that if I was presumptuous enough to wiggle out after she had kicked me in, she would hurt me again. I couldn't believe how afraid I had become of her! And I certainly wasn't going to plead with her to release me again. The sweaty socks that filled my mouth reminded me of what happened the last time I tried that! At this point I truly regretted having disobeying my sister's orders. I heard her vacuuming the living room, and I would have gladly been doing the vacuuming myself, even under her gloating supervision, rather than being hog-tied naked under my bed! I would have thought that she would want to order me around rather than doing it herself, but I guess she was satisfied with how she had disabled and imprisoned me, and was content to leave me where I was. I didn't think that I could feel any worse, physically or mentally, as I lay in the cramped prison that my sister had forced me into. Then, the hot sauce laced cereal started pumping all through my bloodstream and digestive system, until it felt like my entire insides were on fire! I lost track of the time, but I could hear Debbie making lunch as her music played on the radio. It must have been nearly two hours before she finally came back into the room. I could hear Debbie's footsteps coming closer to me. I was hoping that she would be releasing me but suddenly, CRASH!!! Debbie had jumped on my bed again! This time she kept jumping up and down, and the banging frame was creating more bumps and bruises all over my trapped body! Debbie kept on jumping for five minutes. Then, just as suddenly as she had gotten on the bed, Debbie jumped off, and without a word skipped out of the room. As my body was absorbing the many new bangs that Debbie had inflicted on it, the hot sauce continued to coarse through my body, spreading agony wherever it went. I wondered if my little sister even realized the extent of the continued agony that I was feeling. But if she did, I now realized, she wouldn't have felt sorry for me. She would be very happy to know it, and would get extreme satisfaction from the thought. Boy do I wish that I had treated her better than I did for all the years that I had that chance! Debbie came back in another hour and again, without a word, bounced on the bed for five minutes before skipping out. She repeated the process over the next three hours, bouncing on the bed for five minutes and then leaving me to wait under the bed for her return. I was disoriented and had no idea of the time, but it had to be getting late, and Mom and Dad would be coming back. I couldn't wait. At least then I would get some relief! After several hours of this torment, Debbie came into the room and instead of jumping on the bed, grabbed the rope that was binding my ankles, and pulled me out from under the bed. I was trying to adjust to the light when I felt her grabbing my hair. "Wake up, little Paulie!" she murmured as she roughly pulled me back into a sitting position. Then, my sister started slapping my face again! Not hard, tooth-jarring slaps, but quick, stinging bitch-slaps, backhand and forehand in quick succession. "Wake up, Paulie!" SLAP SLAP! "Listen very carefully, big brother!" SLAP SLAP! "Mom and Dad are coming back soon!" SLAP SLAP! "You will keep your mouth shut except to agree with everything that I say!" SLAP SLAP! I might exaggerate a little and you might think that it is unfair to you, but you will say nothing!" SLAP SLAP! "You know that Mom and Dad, especially Mom, would never believe you over me anyhow, even if you don't do anything wrong, or even if I did!" SLAP SLAP! "You're just a big old immature baby and Mom knows that!" SLAP SLAP! "So don't try anything!" SLAP SLAP! I frantically nodded to her. With my dirty sock in my mouth she couldn't hear my verbal assurances, but she could see that at that point I would agree to anything as long as she didn't put me back under the bed! Debbie smiled and nodded in satisfaction. She untied my wrists and ankles. I was trying to rub some feeling back in them, but Debbie barked at me to put my pajamas back on. My limbs were of course stiff and strained, so it took me longer then usual. I thought that Debbie was going to be letting me up after that, but before I knew what was happening, Debbie was re-tying my wrists and ankles! I was just getting some strength back into my limbs, but not enough to keep my relentless little sister from being able to easily overpower my pathetic efforts to stop her from tying me back into my trussed position, the only difference being that, for our parent's benefit, I was no longer naked. My sister had a devious little smile on her face. I pleaded for her to let me go free, but I should have known it would be futile. "Be grateful that I'm not kicking you back under the bed, Paulie!" she purred. "Just stay quiet until Mom and Dad get home and then remember, keep your mouth shut no matter what!" Soon after this, I heard the sound of Mom and Dad parking in the driveway. "MOMMY!" I heard her exclaim. "THANK GOD YOU'RE HOME!" I was waiting for someone to open the door, but nothing happened for about 15 minutes. I was going to be awfully embarrassed for my parents to see what my sister had done to me, but at least they would free me. "No, Edward!" I heard Mom snap at Dad. "You have always been too soft with him! NOW we'll do it MY way!" I didn't know what Debbie had told my parents, but she had already boasted that she was going to exaggerate and put her own spin on the situation. And I knew that she was right, no matter how unfair it would be to me, Mom would believe her over me. After an interminable wait, the door opened and in walked my mother and sister. No sign of Dad, not surprisingly. Dad was apparently now irrelevant. Mom had declared Dad's approach to be a failure, and she had taken all of his disciplining authority from him, declaring his approach to be a failure. Mom stood over me, looking at the belt fastening my neck to the bed, and my bonded writs and ankles. "But how were you able to tie him up, dear? Didn't he try to fight back?" she asked. Debbie gave an embarrassed smile for Mom's benefit, although I saw the mischief behind it. "I tricked him, Mommy! After he BEAT ME UP last night night I waited until I knew he was sound asleep and then I put hot sauce up his nose! It woke him up, but he was paralyzed by the heat in his head!" Not only had Debbie exaggerated, she had lied! Of course I didn't beat her up. I hadn't even laid a hand on her! She had battered me repeatedly over the course of the day, but she didn't say anything about that! And of course she hadn't told Mom that she had kept me naked until shortly before she returned, not that I was going to volunteer that information. Anyhow, there was no doubt who Mom believed. "Oh, Debbie, you're so clever! I'm so proud of you!" she exclaimed as they hugged each other. Protesting my innocence would have been futile. And it would have been pointless to complain about Debbie's immature order to do naked jumping jacks in front of her. She would have denied it, and of course Mom would believe her and think that I was lying! Debbie rested her chin on Mom's shoulder and hugged tighter as she stuck her tongue out at me. "Oh, Mommy, it was HORRIBLE!" she cried as she winked at me. Then, she started to laugh! Of course, since they were hugging each other, Mom couldn't see Debbie, and thought from the context that Debbie was crying! Mom had no idea that her "sweet, innocent" daughter was actually LAUGHING at me, and mocking me,literally behind her back! Debbie enjoyed my pained, helpless gaze. She loved the fact that she could be so unfair with me and get away with it while laughing in my face. "Well, Debbie," said Mom, "now that I have taken over your brother's discipline, I am putting you in charge of him when your father and I are away until further notice. And you have my permission to spank him or otherwise punish him in any manner you wish!" Mom turned to look at me. "Do you understand, Paul?" she demanded? I nodded yes. While Mom was facing me, Debbie, from behind her, clenched both fists and gave me a gloating smile of victory. As Mom turned back around to Debbie, my sister suddenly put on her serious, solemn face. "I am happy to help you out any way I can, Mother!" she assured Mom, who gave her another hug. Reverting to her 14 year old self, Debbie turned her head back and stuck her tongue out at me again. That was what really infuriated me. At the same time that Mom was giving her more control over me, Debbie kept gloating the juvenile manner that drove home the fact that she was still my little sister, despite her authority over me. "All right, Debbie," said Mom, "Now that we have settled that, you may untie your brother! I could see in her eyes that Debbie was disappointed, but she couldn't let Mom see it. Debbie, I was finding out, knew how to read people very well, and she was playing Mom like a violin. Still, she was going to release me on her own terms. My sister sauntered over to me. Mom couldn't see her face, but Debbie gave me a wink. Then she shot out her hand and squeezed my cheeks together. "Okay Paulie, you were a bad boy and I hope that you have learned your lesson!" she said as if she were a kindergarten teacher instead of my younger sister. "I will untie you if you promise to behave yourself!" Debbie held her stare in my eyes, waiting for me to respond. Looking beyond her I saw Mom, looking just as intently. I knew what I had to do. "Yes, Debbie, I promise to behave!" I mumbled. Debbie cupped her hand to her ear. "WHAT WAS THAT?" she demanded. "Y-Yess, D-Debbie, I p-promise to b-behave!" I stammered. "Why are you only telling ME?" demanded Debbie relentlessly. "What about Mom?" "M-Mom, I p-romise to b-behave!" I gasped. I couldn't believe how Debbie was continuing her humiliation of me, right in front of Mom. And getting me to promise Mom too was a brilliant touch. It confirmed in Mom's mind that her decision to put her youngest child in charge of her oldest had been had been the correct move. My sister took her time as she slowly unbound my wrists. Then she told me to get on my knees and pull my legs up so she could untie my ankles. While I was still on my knees, Debbie cupped my chin and pulled my head up. "If you don't behave the next time Mom and Dad go out, I will punish you even worse than i did this weekend!" Standing in front of me, Debbie was blocking Mom's view, so Mom didn't see that as she was finishing talking to me, Debbie took two fingers and lightly slapped the left corner of my mouth, and then on the backhand flicked her fingernails more painfully into the right corner of my mouth! A two-fingered bitch-slap, right in front of our unsuspecting mother! Finally Debbie seemed to be finished with me, taking a step back and smiling in satisfaction. Slowly, I got to my feet. Debbie stepped back to Mom and put her arm around her waist and her head on her shoulder. Mom reciprocated with a comforting hug. They started to walk out of my room as I stood behind them. Suddenly, and without even looking back, Debbie swung her leg backwards and all the way back. Before I could react, I felt an awful thud, as the back of the heel of her sneaker banged into my balls!. I pitched forward, and the only stopping me from moaning in pain was my gagging. I dropped to my knees, grasping my injured manhood. To make sure that Mom remained unaware of what Debbie had just done to me, my sister tightened her hug and whimpered into Mom's ear. "Oh Mommy, it was HORRIBLE the way Paulie was beating me up!" As Mom was comforting her, Debbie looked back at me. Noticing me retching in pain, massaging my balls with one hand and wiping away tears with another, my kid sister rubbed salt in the wound by grinning with girlish delight and sticking her tongue out again. God, was that maddening! And Mom, who didn't hear anything and kept on walking out, arm around her supposedly vulnerable little girl, didn't have a clue! My head was spinning as I struggled back to my feet. I thought that no one on earth could have been humiliated as much as I had been that weekend, being subjected to my little sister's juvenile but brutal punishment. I couldn't imagine that she could make me feel more childish in comparison to her than she just had. However, as I would find out the next weekend that Mom and Dad went away, Debbie's degradation of me had merely begun. To Be Continued...