Chapter 4: Nurse’s office
Payton’s already dressed for school. And nobody has a clue that underneath that uniform is a pair of extremely tight lace boyshorts. Like, painfully tight.
I call him to the kitchen and he shuffles in super slowly.
He must be miserable—he can barely walk without making that pinched, pained face.
But honestly? I don’t care. He earned this.
“Come on, hurry up. I don’t want to be late for school.” I clap my hands to rush him.
“Please, Ray… it’s way too tight.”
“Perfect. That’s exactly the point—to squeeze everything down there. Now make my breakfast!”
“Yes, ma’am. What do you want?” He says, sounding defeated, head down.
“Scrambled eggs. To match your current situation.”
He flinches at the jab. Must be mortifying having his own sister mock him like this.
“Y-yes, ma’am. But… after this, can I please go change?”
“Absolutely not.” I hate when he asks dumb questions.
“Please, Rayna. I swear I’ve learned my lesson.”
“And I swear if you ask me one more time, I’m making scrambled eggs out of your testicles.”
His face goes pale and he just accepts it. Fighting would only make things worse for him.
I sit at the table, arms crossed, watching him make our breakfast.
I’m loving every second of this.
He plates mine with extra care. He’s starting to understand how to treat his owner properly.
Once we finish eating, he washes the dishes we dirtied, and we head out for school.
It’s only three blocks away—should be a quick walk.
Would be, if Payton could actually move faster with his balls all crushed up.
Around the corner from our house, I spot my best friend Jenna coming down the street. We meet up and the three of us start walking toward the school gates together.
“Why are you walking so slow, Payton?” Jenna asks, clearly annoyed by his snail pace.
“None of your business,” he snaps—classic asshole Payton.
I smack the back of his head for being rude to my friend.
“Talk to her properly, or the next smack lands somewhere else.” My voice is low and threatening.
He immediately cups his crotch. Jenna laughs, clearly picturing exactly where I meant.
“Sorry,” he mumbles to me, scared.
“Not me you should be apologizing to.”
“Sorry, Jenna.”
“Wow, that threat actually worked,” she says, cracking up at his terrified, sorry expression. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
He’s lucky Jenna’s chill. Most girls I know wouldn’t let a brat like him get away with disrespect.
We keep walking… at Payton’s pace.
But as soon as we pass through the school gates, he slows down even more.
I glance back—he’s stopped, looking sick.
Then he just drops.
Jenna and I freeze for a second before rushing over.
“Payton? Payton?” I shake him gently and pat his cheek.
His eyes flutter open, dazed.
“What… happened?” he mumbles, confused.
“You blacked out for a couple seconds,” Jenna says. “You okay?”
He’s struggling to talk, clearly in a lot of discomfort and maybe even short of breath.
I still can’t believe this is all from the tight boyshorts I forced him to wear.
“Let’s get him to the nurse’s office,” Jenna says, worried.
Part of me thinks he should just duck into the bathroom and take them off, but when Jenna suggested the nurse, I froze. I didn’t know how to argue without explaining everything.
So I just nodded and we helped him up.
Jenna and I walk him slowly, each of us holding an arm so he doesn’t collapse again. People stare as we pass, concerned.
And honestly? Even I was starting to get worried too.
In the nurse’s office, we find Bella, the school nurse, who immediately jumps in to help.
“He passed out for a few seconds. He’s not feeling well,” Jenna explains while Bella guides him to a chair.
“Payton? You okay? Tell me what’s going on.”
He’s still woozy from the faint, not fully registering where he is.
But then it clicks. He snaps back to reality and answers her.
“H-hi. It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine. What happened?” Bella presses gently.
“I just tripped. Ugh, leave me alone—I’m late for class.” He tries to stand, wincing in obvious pain.
“Sorry, but you’re staying here until you feel better or your parents come get you. Don’t worry about class. Sit tight while I check your temperature.”
“I’m leaving. You don’t get to tell me what to do.” He shoves Bella aside and heads for the door.
That aggressive reaction toward the nurse pisses me off. I step right in front of the door, arms crossed, blocking him.
“But I do.”
“Rayna, please. I just need to go to the bathroom and take these off. It’s too tight.” He whispers so Jenna and Bella can’t hear.
“Don’t worry—I’ll let you take the boyshorts off. Your balls have suffered enough for one day.” I whisper back in his ear.
“Thank you.” He tries to slip past me.
I grab his arm.
“Whoa, slow down. Where do you think you’re going?”
“Uh… you said I could take them off.”
“I said you could take the boyshorts off. I didn’t say you could leave.”
“Rayna, are you insane? I’m not stripping in here.”
“You’re the insane one if you think you can treat women like that and walk away without consequences.”
How many times does this idiot need to be punished before he learns?
“What’s going on?” Bella asks, watching us argue in whispers by the door.
“You gonna tell them, or should I?” I ask Payton.
“I already told you—I just tripped.”
Nobody’s buying that lame excuse.
“None of you three are leaving until someone explains what’s happening.”
“I’m as lost as you are,” Jenna says, annoyed.
“Okay, we won’t tell them anything,” I say with fake sympathy.
“Thank you. Seriously.”
“We’ll just show them.” I yank his pants down in one swift motion.
Before he can even react to pull them back up, I pin his arms behind his back.
Jenna and Bella stare, mouths open.
“Why are you wearing… panties?” Bella asks, totally confused.
“And… such tiny ones?” Jenna adds, even more baffled.
“Ah—Rayna—let go, let go!”
“Rayna, let him go,” Bella orders. I release him.
He immediately yanks his pants back up, face flaming red.
“Now I get why you passed out. Look how tight that thing is,” Bella says, still in disbelief.
“Dude… why are you in panties?” Jenna asks, barely holding back laughter.
Payton doesn’t know what to say. He’s stuck between admitting he chose to wear tiny lace boyshorts or confessing his sister forced him into them.
“Can I please go to the bathroom and take these off?”
By now his face is tomato-red.
“For God’s sake, go take them off before you make yourself sterile,” Bella says.
He bolts for the bathroom to end the most humiliating punishment of his life… so far.
Chapter 5: Pool day
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That whole scene in the nurse’s office finally broke Payton. He came home dead silent, mortified, and ever since then he’s been a completely different person.
Meeker than ever. More obedient than ever. “Yes, ma’am” slips out of his mouth instantly now—no hesitation, no threats needed.
He washes dishes, sets the table, even folds my laundry without me asking. The little perv has finally accepted who’s in charge around here.
Jenna and I swore we wouldn’t spread what happened at school. We didn’t want him getting bullied over it.
Nurse Bella was harder to convince—she really wanted to tell someone—but she eventually agreed to keep quiet too.
I made one thing crystal clear, though: if he ever steps out of line again—even a single sexist comment—Jenna and I will tell everyone. And he knows we’re not bluffing.
A few days later, our parents left for their wedding anniversary trip.
A full week of just me and Payton at home. He understood perfectly that right now I was in charge and the rules were mine. He was basically my personal pet.
For the weekend, I’d already planned a Saturday pool day with my cousin Daniela. She’s a year younger than Payton.
She’s the kind of girl who doesn’t take crap from anyone and loves a bit of chaos, so we get along great.
And at night, Jenna is coming over to watch a movie with me and Daniela.
As for Payton? Well, I straight-up banned him from leaving the house. This Saturday, I wanted him close, serving me.
That’s how the day started. After breakfast (which he made perfectly, no complaints), the doorbell rang.
Daniela showed up with her bikini already on under her clothes, beach bag in hand, grinning like she already knew the day was going to be fun.
Before we headed to the pool, Payton appeared, hesitant, eyes on the floor.
“Rayna… can I come to the pool with you? Please?”
I looked at him. Puppy-dog eyes, waiting for permission. Pathetic. And kind of cute.
“Fine. But behave. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Seeing him go from cocky jerk to obedient sub in just a few weeks? I’m proud.
While he goes to change, Daniela and I head to the poolside.
We strip off our cover-ups and lie face down to catch some sun. Payton shows up a minute later in just his swim trunks.
“Payton, put sunscreen on my back.” I ordered.
“Yes, ma’am. Right away.” He goes to get the sunscreen tube.
“Wow, he’s really changed,” Daniela says with a giggle. “Where’s that bratty little cousin I used to know?”
“He’s slowly learning his place.”
Although he still has a few more lessons coming.
Payton kneels beside me and starts rubbing the lotion carefully.
I could feel his hands trembling a little. Fear? Arousal? Didn’t matter. What mattered was that he obeyed and did my back perfectly. So far, so good.
Then he made one unforgivable mistake.
The perv slid his hands down to my ass.
He started massaging slowly, giving light squeezes like it was part of the request.
Rage shot through me. But I didn’t react right away. I kept my eyes closed, breathing steady, pretending everything was normal.
Daniela, lying next to me, noticed my reaction instantly.
“Want me to do your back too, Dani?” the little creep asked while giving my ass one last squeeze.
Daniela let out a nervous giggle. “No thanks!”
“Put the sunscreen back in my bag,” I ordered. He jumped to obey.
The second he stood up, Daniela and I both noticed the semi-hard bulge in his trunks, pressing against the fabric. Gross.
I turned to her and whispered, “Wanna help me teach this perv a lesson?”
She lets out a quiet laugh. “Oh, absolutely, cousin. Whatever you say, I’m in.”
And I know she means it — she’s a little wild.
I pushed myself up onto my knees and called him sweetly.
“Payton, come here.”
He hurried back and stood right in front of me.
His semi-hard cock was right at eye level—maybe a foot from my face.
I looked up at his face, down at his crotch, then back up.
He got the message instantly and covered himself, terrified.
“Remember what I told you the night of the dishes? If I saw that thing hard in front of me again, I’d punish you.”
“No, Rayna, please don’t…” His eyes were already watering.
“And where did you get the idea you could touch a woman’s body without her consent?”
“B-but… you asked me to put on sunscreen…” He was shaking, still covering himself.
“On my back, you filthy perv. I said back. Not ass. You crossed the line. Again.”
That’s when he started crying, probably flashing back to all the previous punishments.
“Please, Rayna… don’t hurt my balls again. I’ve suffered enough.”
Daniela burst out laughing at how terrified he was of another ball shot. That universal guy fear.
“Relax. I’m not hurting your balls today.” I said calmly.
He let out a huge sigh of relief.
But before he could even react, I quickly got up and delivered a clean leg sweep.
He crashed onto his back. I planted my foot on his throat—just enough pressure to pin him and make breathing uncomfortable.
“I’m not hurting your balls. Our cousin is.”
Daniela got the hint. She stood, walked over with a sadistic smile, and placed her bare foot right on his sack. Not stomping yet—just resting her weight.
“Disgusting perv. Thought you could grope my cousin’s ass and get away with it?”
She pressed down harder. Slow, deliberate grinding.
Payton tried to scream, but my foot on his throat choked it into a weak rasp.
His hands flailed, not sure whether to grab my ankle or Daniela’s foot that was crushing his balls.
“Ah… ah… please…” His voice was hoarse and broken.
“Learned your lesson this time?” I asked.
“Y-yes…”
“Didn’t hear you.” I mocked his weak tone.
Daniela twisted her foot just a little, ramping up the pain. His whole body jerked in desperation.
“Yes… ma’am…”
We both lifted our feet. He curled into a fetal ball, coughing, clutching his aching balls.
I crouched beside him, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and yanked his face toward me.
“Look at me, Payton.”
He opened red, teary eyes—pure pain and shame.
“Today’s punishment was light. Really light. Just a little foot on your sack. Consider this a warning.”
“Yeah, I could’ve stepped way harder. But I’m nice like that.” Daniela added sweetly, but with a clear edge of irony.
“Hear that? Thank her for being so kind.”
“T-thank you, Dani.”
She just laughed. I kept going.
“Now listen carefully, because I’m only saying this once: for the rest of the day, you’re our good, obedient servant. No pool for you—you don’t deserve to even dip a toe while we’re having fun. You stay right here, quiet, waiting for orders. Got it?”
He nodded slightly.
“When we want drinks, you fetch them. When we want snacks, you make them. When it’s time for the barbecue, you light the grill, flip the meat, serve the plates. And you do it all with a smile. No whining, no hesitation. You speak only when spoken to. Understood?”
“Y-yes, ma’am…” he whispered, eyes wide with fear.
“Louder.”
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Good boy.” I let go of his hair and stood. “Now wipe that crybaby face and go make us some ice-cold lemonades. Right now—before I decide today’s punishment wasn’t light enough after all.”
He got up slowly, clearly in pain, one hand still cupping his groin as he shuffled toward the kitchen.
Daniela sat on the edge of the pool, laughing.
“You’re ruthless, cousin. But I love it.”
“I have zero pity for men—especially entitled ones who don’t know how to respect women.”
And that’s how the day went: sun, pool, our laughter, and him serving in total silence like the obedient boy I always knew he could be.
Chapter 6: Reliving the trauma
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By the time the sun started dipping low, Daniela and I finally climbed out of the pool.
Our skin was warm from a full day in the sun, and the mix of chlorine and sunscreen still clung to us.
“Payton, clean everything up out here,” I ordered, wrapping my towel around myself. “Scrub the grill, collect the plates, sweep around the pool—make the whole place spotless. I don’t want to see a single crumb when we come back down from our showers.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled, moving slowly because Daniela’s stomp earlier had clearly left him hurting.
But he didn’t dare complain. He just grabbed the trash bags and got to work, head down.
Daniela and I headed upstairs, took quick showers, and came back down in comfy pajamas, hair still damp and smelling like shampoo.
We’d barely settled on the couch when the doorbell rang.
It was Jenna, showing up with a huge smile, carrying a bag of snacks.
“Hey, girls! Ready for movie night?” she asked, tossing the bag onto the coffee table.
“So ready,” I said, pulling her into a hug.
As Jenna got comfortable on the couch, Payton shuffled into the room, looking exhausted from serving us all day. That’s when Daniela decided to fill her in.
“Girl, you won’t believe what Payton pulled today,” she said, practically bouncing.
“What’d he do this time?”
“This little perv groped his own sister’s ass.”
“And then got hard right in front of us,” I added.
Jenna shot him a look of pure disapproval. He immediately looked away.
“But then Rayna threw him down, pinned his throat with her foot, and I stomped right on his balls,” Daniela continued, grinning.
Jenna’s eyes went wide before she burst out laughing. “Wow, serves him right. Honestly, he deserved.”
Payton buries his face in his hands, completely embarrassed.
“No point hiding now. You earned every second of it,” I said, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“I haven’t seen him this red since the panties incident,” Jenna teased.
Payton’s head snapped up, eyes wide with panic. “Jenna…”
“Panties incident? What’s that about?” Daniela leaned forward, eyebrows raised, clearly intrigued.
Jenna scooted closer, loving the chance to tell the story. “Oh, you missed a classic! A few days ago Payton ended up in the nurse’s office because he was wearing a pair of super-tight girls’ panties. He actually passed out at school because his balls were squeezed so tightly. Me, Rayna, and Nurse Bella all saw everything.”
Daniela lost it, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. Payton glared at Jenna like he wanted to disappear.
“But why was he wearing panties?” Daniela asked between giggles.
“Because this creep got caught digging through his sister’s underwear drawer. So as punishment, she made him wear a pair.”
“Oh my God, this boy really has no limits!” Daniela wheezed, wiping tears from laughing.
Payton finally snapped, furious at their mocking.
“You bitch—you promised not to tell anyone about that!” He jabbed a finger toward Jenna’s face.
The room went dead silent for half a second. I crossed my arms and fixed him with an icy stare.
“Excuse me? You just called my best friend a bitch? Right in front of me?” My voice was low and cold. “You don’t get to talk to a woman like that, Payton. Ever. Understood?”
He swallowed hard, anger draining from his face, replaced by pure fear. “But… Rayna… she promised…”
“I promised not to spread it around school so you wouldn’t get bullied,” Jenna cut in. “Technically, telling your cousin here in your own house doesn’t count as ‘spreading it around school.’”
“And besides,” I added, “that promise only stood as long as you behaved. But today you crossed the line by putting your hands on my body without permission.”
He dropped his head, finally realizing he’d messed up big time.
“So yeah—we’ve got plenty of reasons to tell the whole world your embarrassing little story if we want. Lucky for you, we’re still being nice.”
“T-thank you, Rayna… for your kindness… And I’m sorry, Jenna.”
“Girls,” I said, turning to them with a dangerous little smile, “how do you think I should punish this disrespect?”
“B-but Rayna…”
“What? You really thought you could insult my friend and walk away clean? Not happening.”
Daniela didn’t even hesitate.
“Make him wear the panties again!” she said, practically bouncing. “It’s not fair that I’m the only one who hasn’t seen that ridiculous scene of his balls crammed into those panties.”
Jenna and I cracked up at the suggestion.
Payton slowly shook his head. “No… please… not again…”
“I don’t know if I wanna see that again,” Jenna said, half-laughing, half-wincing at the memory.
“Come on, Jenna! He called you a bitch. He deserves it.”
Jenna glanced at me like she wanted guidance.
I stayed out of it. This was her call—she was the one he insulted.
She looked at Daniela (who was begging with her eyes), then at Payton (silently hoping for a no).
“Pleeease,” Daniela pressed.
“Yeah… he deserves it,” Jenna finally decided.
Daniela cheered. Payton’s face crumpled in despair.
“But… Jenna… I already apologized.”
“Dani’s just really convincing, Payton. I can’t say no to her.”
“Jenna…”
I cut him off completely. “No more whining. It’s decided. Up to my room.”
I grabbed his arm firmly and dragged him upstairs.
The girls followed right behind, giggling and whispering to each other.
Payton didn’t fight—he didn’t dare. Resisting would only make things worse.
Once we were in my room, I shut the door and crossed my arms.
“Strip. Everything off.”
He froze, face burning red. He glanced at the girls, who were now perched on my bed like they were front-row at a private show.
“Here? In front of them?” he whispered, voice shaking.
“Yes. Here. In front of them. And if you don’t start right now, I’ll rip everything off myself. And trust me—that’ll hurt more.”
He hesitated, then slowly began undressing.
Daniela didn’t even try to hide her grin—she was loving every second.
Jenna looked a little embarrassed, glancing away here and there, but I knew deep down she was enjoying seeing him stripped down.
She’d told me before that she thought my brother was cute. “Cute, but a total asshole,” in her words.
Shirt, shorts, boxers… Soon he was completely naked, hands cupped over his crotch.
I opened my dresser drawer, pulled out the same familiar lace boyshorts he knew too well, and tossed them at him.
“Put them on.”
He caught them with trembling hands, staring at the fabric like it was a death sentence.
“Rayna…”
“Put. Them. On. Now.”
With a defeated sigh, he started trying.
When he got to his junk, he stopped. Couldn’t pull them up any farther—probably scared of hurting himself again. For him, that was the breaking point.
“Looks like I’ll have to handle it again,” I said, shaking my head, disappointed in his effort..
Jenna and Daniela watched closely—Jenna slightly tense, Daniela clearly entertained.
I stepped up to him, grabbed his genitals in my hand, and started forcing everything into the tiny lace.
He winced and grimaced as I slowly tugged the boyshorts upward until—finally—everything was crammed inside.
Daniela leaned in for a better look, still laughing. “Oh my God, look how squished they are. Poor thing.”
“Yeah… just like that day in the nurse’s office,” Jenna says, making a pained face.
“There. Now come back downstairs with us.”
“So… can I take them off now?”
“Of course not. You’re keeping them on for the rest of the night. Just the panties.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but one hard look from me shut him up fast.
“And you better not pass out—there’s no nurse here to save you this time,” I teased with a smirk.
The girls and I headed downstairs, excited for the movie.
He trailed behind us, walking slowly and carefully, obviously in discomfort.
Back in the living room, the girls flopped onto the couch. I pointed toward the kitchen.
“Payton, make us popcorn. And bring sodas too. Hurry.”
He froze for a second—standing there in nothing but the ridiculously tight boyshorts, face burning with shame. But he obeyed, turned, and shuffled to the kitchen.
Short, cautious steps, like every movement hurt.
“I said hurry, Payton,” I called.
He tried to speed up a little, letting out a small whimper of pain.
The three of us settled in on the couch, chatting and laughing while we heard the popcorn popping in the kitchen.
When he came back, he set the tray of sodas on the coffee table and handed me a huge bowl of popcorn.
As I took it, I gave his trapped balls a light tap. Not hard—just enough to make him double over, hands flying between his legs.
“What did I do now?”
“I just thought you weren’t fast enough.” I flashed him a wicked little smile.
The girls laughed while he whimpered softly in pain.
“Now get on all fours right here, in front of the couch,” I ordered, pointing to the floor.
He looked confused but didn’t argue. Dropped to his hands and knees immediately.
I stretched out my legs and rested my bare feet right in the middle of his back.
The three of us watched the movie like normal—laughing, eating popcorn, commenting on the scenes.
Payton stayed perfectly still and silent. Like human furniture.
When the credits rolled, I finally lifted my feet off his back slowly. He relaxed his shoulders a little, breathing out in relief, thinking it was over.
But as I stood up, I moved behind him and—without warning—delivered a precise, solid kick straight between his legs.
The impact landed perfectly on his already-compressed balls.
He screamed and crumpled sideways, curling into a ball on the floor, crying softly.
“Damn, now you’ve castrated him,” Jenna said, wincing even though she had no idea what that kind of pain felt like.
Despite her comment, I hadn’t kicked full force—I’m a black belt in taekwondo. If I had, I would’ve destroyed him.
“Next time you open your mouth to disrespect a woman, I swear it’ll be worse. Much worse.” I leaned down close to his ear.
He just groaned in response. Completely drained.
“The girls and I are heading upstairs to my room. But I want this whole mess cleaned up down here. Popcorn off the floor, dirty cups, everything. Leave the living room perfect before you go to bed. And don’t you dare come upstairs until it’s spotless.”
“Yes… ma’am…” he whispered, still curled on the floor.
The three of us headed upstairs, laughing about the whole thing. Daniela was cackling. Jenna had a smaller, softer smile—probably still wincing a little after that last kick.
My bedroom door closed behind us, leaving him alone downstairs—crying in pain and cleaning up like the good little servant he’d finally become.
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