Under her bed
by subby
Sister's point of view and Part 2 of mine, as I begin to serve her.



Patricia's Point of View

My name is Patricia.  I am a high school junior and play a lot of sports, do
pom and have a lot of fun. I live with my dad and stepmother, and my shrimp
older brother.  

I love to play volleyball, it's one of my favorite sports.  I am almost 6
feet tall, so that helps when it comes to spiking.  our team is very good
and we play in a lot of tournaments.  Next week we play last year's state
champions so that should be quite a challenge.  I also plan to play
basketball, because most of the girls on the team will be my same teammates
from volleyball.  

I work out regularly, being an athlete and all.  I do aerobics, lift weights
and run all the time.  And pom has us dancing almost an hour a day, so my
leg muscles are getting pretty big.  I don't know if my routine has
contributed to my height, but it sure could not have hurt it. 

My brother, on the other hand, doesn't do anything... and he is soft.  I am
already taller than him, but he is content to play video games.  I don't
know why he doesn't play sports; he was a great quarterback when we used to
play football at the local park with all of our friends. Yes, I played all
of the sports with the guys when we were growing up.  And I wasn't bad at
any of them.

One day I came home from volleyball practice and found my shrimp brother in
my room.  I asked him what he was doing in there.  He backed away... and
said, "Nothing.  I was just exploring."  I had never seen him back up from
me, so I knew he was intimidated.  I pressed my advantage and moved closer
to him so I could look down at him.  "You are exploring in my room?!" My
body tensed with anger, and I grabbed him and physically took him to my
door.  "This room is off limits to you!  I don't want to ever find you in
here again!"  I slammed my door.  

I looked around to see what he might have been exploring.  If he went into
my hamper I was going to kick his butt, because I am sure I can do that.  I
opened it, and looked in.  It looked the same.  I looked through my closet,
carefully inspecting everything.  Nothing looked like it was out of place,
my clothes were all in order.  I walked over to my dresser, and opened my
top drawer where I keep my panties.  It didn't look like anything was out of
place.  My make-up table seemed the same as it always was.  Maybe I had
caught him before he could do anything disgusting in my room.  I made a
little stop sign for my door.  It was made especially for my brother.

I watched carefully for the next few days to make sure nothing was out of
place.  And I would sometimes bump into my brother, just so he knew that I
was still above him.  Would he ever grow?  He seemed smaller every time I
saw him.  I left him alone and just let him play his stupid video games.  

I was chosen to play a lawyer in a mock trial for school.  I wondered what I
should wear, and I decided to wear my suit.  So on that day, I took out my
suit and put it on my bed.  I had some seamed hose I could wear and put that
out on the bed.  Then I put my white high heels out, a pair of 5 inch
platforms that I owned. Grabbing my towel, I walked into the bathroom,
turned on the shower and stepped in.  I washed off and massaged all of my
muscles in the hot water.  

After a nice long shower, I toweled off and opened the door, then walked to
my room.  I stepped in and closed the door.  Looking around, I saw my heels
had fallen over on my bed.  That was weird, but I decided to just get ready
and go catch the bus.  My brother usually slept in because he was in his
first year of college and went to late classes. 

I lotioned up.  I didn't usually make myself up, but I knew I would be in
the spotlight at the mock trial, so I pulled my makeup table over to the bed
and sat down to do my face.  I slowly did all of my make-up, so I looked
good for the trial.  Then I started to get dressed.  I put on my hose,
straightening out the seams.  Then I put on my slip, then my suit.  I sat
down to put on my heels.  As I was putting on the second one, I heard a
sound... "What?" was someone in my room?  I knelt down and looked under my
bed.  I felt around and suddenly I knew my shrimp brother was down there.  I
didn't want to deal with this right now, so I told him to stay under there
until I finished up.  I put my cologne on, then lifted my bed and told my
stupid pervert brother to get out of there.   

When he was out, I stood towering over him in my heels.  That little shit
was naked, and he was trying to hide himself from me!  I slapped his hands
away and told him to put his hands behind his back.  I looked down and I saw
his little dick was hard as a stone.  That little prick was turned on by me,
and I was not happy about that.   

I looked down at him and he looked scared.  I reminded him that my room was
off limits.  This was a perfect opportunity, so I took advantage of it and
told him he would be my slave.  I could use a slave, why not my shrimp
brother?  I threatened him that I would tell everybody about his perverted
move.  He was apologizing and calling me "sis" and for some reason it just
made me mad.  I didn't want to hear him call me that anymore... so I told
him to use my first name.  I made him get down and kiss my feet, then I
grabbed my hairbrush and spanked his butt red.  

With each smack, I felt better and better.  He was crying, and I considered
putting him in my corner, but then decided I didn't want him in my room.  He
was very contrite, and even called me by my first name, liked I had asked.
I knew he was mine.  I told him that he had better get me a lock for my
door. Then I grabbed him by the hair and stood up his smaller body, then
took him to my door and tossed him out.  

I had to calm down, because I was very mad.  How dare he invade my room like
that!  Did he see me when I was undressed?  My female rage was boiling, and
I sat and thought about how I should proceed.  I had told him he was my
slave, so I decided to use that.  I would never ride that stupid bus again.
I was going to make him use his car to serve me.  He would be my personal
chauffeur.  I didn't even have to wrestle him down or anything, I had this
on him and I could keep him down with that threat.  I then got up and walked
to his room to get my chauffeur to do my bidding.  I knocked on the door and
then just walked in to inform him that I was ready to go.        


My Point of View again

After being banished out of sis' room, I knew I had to do what she said.  I
retreated to my room. As I was dressing, I heard a knock on my door, then my
sister walked in. 

She was really tall in her outfit, and I backed away a little bit from her,
intimidated by Patricia... but she stepped right up to me.  My butt still
burned from her spanking... and I wasn't fully dressed yet.  She looked down
at me and said, "I will need a ride to school today. And every day from now
on.  As my slave, you will perform this duty for me, won't you?"  I looked
up at her and said, "Yes, Patricia."  I didn't like looking up at my
sister, because I was her big brother until her sophomore growth spurt.  And
now she wore heels, which added to her height advantage.  It was so unfair
that she was taller than me, how could life do that to me?  She turned
around and said, "I'll be waiting, don't be too long."

Humbled, I finished dressing, and then grabbed the keys to my car.  I knew I
was going to be playing chauffeur for her.  But I also did not want her
telling anybody I was found under her bed.  I walked down the stairs, and
saw my sister waiting for me.  I hung my head, but mostly because I wanted
to look at her incredible high heels.  She looked beautiful when she dressed
up, and I hated to admit that too.  As we walked out to the car, I could
hear her shoes clicking behind in an authoritative fashion.  She pinched the
back of my neck, leading me from behind, until we made it to the car.  "Open
the door for me."  I went to open the passenger side door and she hit the
back of my head.  "I'm not going to sit with you.  I am not your date.  I
will sit in the back seat."  

This was going to be the most humiliating drive of my life. I opened up the
back door for her.  I closed the door, then walked around to the driver's
side.  I started the car and began driving to her school.  I tried not to
say anything, but she wanted to talk.  "I have a game tonight.  You will be
there to watch me and the girls."  I knew she played volleyball, and was a
star player, due to her height.  I didn't usually go to her games, but I
knew I was in a different world now.  I just said, "Yes, Patricia."  Now she
was making my plans for me. 

When we arrived to her school. she waited when I pulled up.  She was looking
at herself in a mirror, putting on her lipstick.  Without looking away from
her mirror, she asked, "Aren't you going to open my door for me?" I quickly
put the car in park, and opened my door.  Then I walked around and opened up
her door.  

She stepped out, and I almost shrank from seeing her.  She was so tall.  I
said, "Have a good day Patricia."  She then kissed me on the forehead,
shocking me, and said, "Pick me up at 3.  You need to go the hardware store
now."  She walked away, and I watched her for a minute, in her suit and
heels.  Some other girls walked by and they looked at me and laughed.  I
thought "What? Why are they laughing at me?"  I looked at myself in the
mirror... and saw that she had put a perfect lipstick kiss on my forehead.
I wiped it off and slowly drove to the hardware store.  

        


End of Part 2