The Mailing List 32

By Cassie and viljonge
puericil@hotmail.com
viljonge@protonmail.com

Copyright 2025, all rights reserved

[6,985 words]

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From 13-year-old Benji’s Diary (the comments in italics are not part of the diary, but are written by Benji’s younger adoptive sister Olivia, in a separate document layer that the boys can’t access and are not aware of):


Today we went to WonderWalk Mall to buy swimming suits and some other stuff for the summer. By “we”, I mean, me, Ollie, Hannah and Chloe.

[Ollie’s note: Ollie is me (Benji’s 11-year-old sister), Hannah is his girlfriend, also 11, and Chloe is Hannah’s 9-year-old little sister. By the way, Benji should have written “Ollie, Hannah, Chloe and I”, but his grammar is not always great for his age, and I’m leaving everything as he wrote it. The boys don’t know I have parental access to their diary app, and I prefer to keep it that way, because that way they are more spontaneous].

Of course, mom had given Ollie her credit card. Whenever there’s any responsibility for adults to give us, they always give it to her, never to me, even though I’m two years older!

[Ollie’s note: Well, duh! Older or not, no one in their right mind would give adult responsibility to Benji. I love him, but he’s still very immature. 13 going on 7.]

The mall is huge, and it was crowded. Absolutely crazy that so many people want to shop at the same time. Anyone would think they were giving away the clothes!

[Ollie’s note: Lol! They sure weren’t giving them away! Everything’s so expensive nowadays.]

We went to the young people’s swimming suit section. It was full of people, mostly mothers with young kids and teenagers, or teenagers on their own. Ollie and Hannah started looking at swimming suits their size. You know how fussy girls are about clothes, and they looked like they might be busy discussing the swimsuits for a while.

[Ollie’s note: Girls are fussy about clothes? Well, guilty as charged!]

Chloe and I looked at each other, and then we shrugged at each other in a funny way.

“With those two, we could be here all day,” Chloe grinned. “Better look for our own stuff.”

She confidently went to a store assistant (basically a teenage girl herself) and told her that she needed a swimsuit and what would she recommend. The assistant treated her like a grown-up, and helped her pick several models. There was only one changing room in the corner of the store where we were, and Chloe went inside to try on the swimsuits she picked (and she picked way too many).

Seeing that Chloe was in the changing room and Hannah and Ollie were still laughing and choosing their own swimsuits, and discussing the merits of bikinis vs one piece, I felt silly standing there doing nothing. I looked around, but I didn’t think I should just wander around on my own looking for swimsuits for myself. Blushing, I approached the same store assistant and asked her if she could help me choose.

Ok, I was stammering a bit and looking down, but she didn’t have to treat me like a child. I’m a teenager, after all!

“Hi sweetie! You’re not here on your own, are you?” she said, “are your parents around?”

[Ollie’s note: Benji just doesn’t realize it, but the way he acts ... it just screams “I’m a child”. Grownups always act with confidence, but whenever he’s around strangers Benji acts like a little boy asking his mom permission to do something. Of course people treat him like a child.]

Blushing even more, I pointed at Ollie and Hannah and explained that I had come with them.

“Will you call them for me, little man?” she asked, speaking in that singsong voice that people use to talk to little kids.

I was really embarrassed, so I said “yes, ma’am,” and I approached Ollie and Hannah, but then they noticed us and joined us.

“What’s the matter? Is there a problem?” Ollie asked in a concerned voice. Hannah took my hand and I felt a little bit better, although still embarrassed.

“No problem at all, miss,” the store assistant. “It’s just, this young lad was trying to shop on his own, and I wanted to make sure it was OK with the people in charge of him. Is that you girls?”

“Yes, that’s us,” Ollie said easily. “But it’s OK, ma’am, we’ll choose the swimsuits for him as soon as we are done with ours.” She looked at me. “You don’t need to waste this lady’s time, Benji. Since when are you allowed to shop for clothes on your own? You know better than that,” she chided, although she looked more amused than angry. “Come on, tell her you are sorry for wasting her time when the store is so busy.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” I said in a small voice, blushing hard.

“That’s perfectly OK, sweetie, don’t worry about it,” she smiled, ruffling my hair.

The assistant left and Ollie admonished me, although she was being very gentle.

“I know waiting is boring, Benji, but be a good boy and wait without making a fuss. If you are good, we’ll buy you a treat afterwards.”

[Ollie’s note: Well, Benji knows better than wandering off without telling us, and shouldn’t be bothering the assistant, but the poor boy was so mortified that we just couldn’t get mad at him. It’s silly, but Benji takes the “teen” in his age very seriously. He is thirteen, so, yes, I suppose technically he’s a teen, so he gets all embarrassed when people treat him like a child. But, really, the way he acts like such a kid… it’s natural for people to treat him as such. He blushes and stammers when he has to talk to a grownup he doesn’t know… As I said, all his attitude just screams “I’m a child!”]

“Yes, Ollie,” I said meekly, looking down. I was just very embarrassed, furtively looking around to see if anyone had seen the humiliating scene.

Hannah gave me a peck on the lips. “Be a good boy,” she mouthed, mock-sternly, and gave me a pat on the seat of my jeans. Then she and Ollie continued with their shopping.

I waited very quietly, not wanting to attract more attention on myself. After a while I sat down on a chair that was near the counter and started watching people in silence. The store reminded me of a beehive, with people buzzing around busily.

Chloe finished trying on her swimsuits and joined me.

“They are still at it?” she asked, rolling her eyes when she saw the older girls still busy with their own shopping.

I guess Chloe is still not at that age where she cares so much about clothes.

“We’re almost done,” Hannah told her, having heard her remark.

So Chloe placed her selections on the counter and we waited together, with her chatting all the while.

“Look at that boy,” she giggled.

I looked. What had caught her attention was a mother with her son. He was several years older than me (I later found out he was 17), but his mom was clearly in charge and was dragging him around the store, looking for a swimsuit for him, while he pouted and was clearly unhappy to be shopping and eager to leave. I know how he felt.

“That boy is much older than you, but acts just the same as you,” Chloe told me, grinning.

I frowned uncomfortably. Normally I would be happy to be compared with a 17 year old, but not one who was acting so childishly.

The mom finally selected a swimming-suit for him, but then she realized that the changing room was busy. (Ollie and Hannah were using it right then).

Then she signaled the store assistant, the same girl who had treated me like a child earlier, and told her that they were in a hurry, and if it was OK to undress her son right there to try on the swimsuit, instead of having to wait for the changing room to clear.

With barely a glance at the boy, the assistant shrugged and replied, “Sure, why not? You’re not the only mom to do that when the store is so crowded.” Then, as if suddenly having second thoughts, she asked “How old is your child, ma’am?”

“Seventeen.”

“Thought so,” said the girl. “That's all right, then. Just wanted to make sure he’s a minor. Store policy, you know. If he were a grownup he’d need to use the changing room.”

“A grownup, my Tommy?” the woman chuckled. “Now I have heard everything! A grownup, imagine that.”

“Mooom,” the boy whispered, mortified.

“Hush, son. Do not interrupt when grownups are talking,” his mom admonished him, still chuckling. “Nah, Tommy’s just a teen boy. What’s the age of majority for boys these days, anyway? Twenty-three? They increase it so often that I lose track.”

“I think it’s twenty-three for boys, ma’am, and sixteen for girls,” the assistant supplied helpfully.

“Twenty-three’s still too soon, if you ask me. I can’t imagine this one functioning as an adult just six years from now. I might need to apply for an extension. Well, thank you, Linda,” the woman said, reading the assistant’s name tag.

“Glad I could help, ma’am,” the girl smiled, before going to another customer who trying to catch her attention.

“Mom, did you have to tell her that?” the boy muttered, voice cracking as he tried (and failed) to keep it quiet.

“What a day you’re giving me, Tommy. I don’t want to hear any more talking back. Come here, let’s try this swimming suit on you. I’ll take your clothes off.”

I was speechless. Was she really going to do that? They were acting as if there was absolutely nothing wrong with her undressing a 17 year old boy right there in the middle of the store!

[Ollie’s note: That’s because there isn’t. Since when are people expected to entertain boyish modesty?]

The boy obviously was thinking along the same lines, because he became agitated, and told his mom that he was too old to change like that in the front of everybody.

“Oh, don’t be silly, Tommy,” his mom says, “everyone’s minding their own business. We are late already, and I’m not going to wait God knows for how long until the changing room’s free just because of your silly modesty.”

The frustrated boy stamped his feet and exclaimed “It’s not silly! I said I’m not doing it!”

“That’s quite enough, mister!” his mom said angrily. “You have been giving me attitude the whole day, and this is the last straw. I have warned you, haven’t I? I know just the way to adjust that attitude for you!”

She grabbed the boy’s arm. By now, he was trying to backtrack and apologize, but she was having none of it.

She dragged him towards me, giving me quite a fright. But what she wanted, it turned out, was the chair where I was sitting.

“Excuse me, child,” she told me, “could you lend me this chair? It will be just a moment.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, practically jumping away to get out of her way, to Chloe’s amusement.

“Relax, Benji,” she told me, grinning, “it’s not you she’s going to spank, you know.”

She sat down and placed her son between her knees. He was very alarmed, saying “No, mom!” and “please, mom!,” but to no avail.

Nothing he said made any difference. She ignored him and, with practiced gestures, he unfastened his short pants and pulled them down. Despite his age, he was wearing cartoon briefs just like the ones I have.

But he didn’t have his briefs on display for long, because his mom grabbed them and pulled them down to his knees. Of course, it wasn’t an improvement, because instead of displaying his briefs he was now displaying his peenie and his bottom to the world. What shocked me is that she didn’t even hesitate. For her, this wasn’t a significant decision. Baring her 17 year old son in public was pure routine for her, unimportant.

It was important for the boy, who gave a high-pitched squeak and tried to cover himself, but his mom swatted his hands away.

“Do not touch your pee-pee, Tommy,” she scolded.

I blushed in sympathy. His peenie was a bit bigger than mine, well, because he is older, but just as hairless, no doubt the effect of Puericil. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene, feeling myself in the place of the older boy. Why is it that girls always bat your hands away when they bare you and you try to cover yourself? Don’t they realize we are not trying to touch our peenie, that we are just trying to hide it?

[Ollie’s note: Well, of course we do realize it. I cannot speak for that lady, but in my case I don’t allow boys to cover themselves because it’s disrespectful. If it were up to Benji, he’d be with his hands over his peenie every time he is naked in front of me or in front of other girls, but I have made sure to train him so that he knows better, and the same goes for other boys I babysit or look after. I know it’s an instinctive reaction, but when a boy does that, it’s almost as if he is trying to say that I shouldn’t be able to see his naked body. As if he is pretending that the difference in maturity is not so huge, that it’s not perfectly fine for me to strip him bare. So it’s not about being unkind. It’s just that, when handling boys, you have to set boundaries and make it clear to them that this is not an equal relationship. You are the adult, or at least the acting adult, and he is a child. You are the authority figure, not his equal, and if you uncover his body it’s not so that he can cover it again. It doesn’t matter if he is seven or seventeen, boys are immature children, and it’s better to make it clear to them that you are in charge at all times. Maybe they can preserve their modesty from someone who is their equal, but not from you. Telling a boy not to touch himself is just a quick way to make him see how inappropriate it is, without having to explain all this.]

Then his mom just pulled him over her lap. The way she adjusted his position over her knees made it clear she was very used to doing this.

She immediately began to spank him. She used her hand, but she was spanking really hard and fast, and he soon seemed to forget about his embarrassment and was bawling unselfconsciously. The whole thing, of course, had attracted the attention of the shoppers around, and a ring of onlookers surrounded them, watching intently. Some pretended to mind their own business, while some stared openly, but everyone stared.

It must be the most embarrassing thing ever. A boy his age, all naked in the store in front of everyone, and getting spanked!

I watched in sympathetic horror, but Chloe clearly wasn’t feeling the same empathy. She giggled, and told me “he looks just like you when you are getting spanked.”

I blushed, remembering that Chloe had seen me in that position more than once, and had even spanked me herself, for that matter, even though she is four whole years younger than me!

[Ollie’s note: Benji always gets fixated on the age thing, but he’s missing the point. Four years older or not, he’s even more childish than little Chloe ]

“Shhh, they are going to hear you,” I said, just to give some comeback.

She laughed. “Don’t be silly,” she said, “I’m sure they are too busy to listen to what we say.”

This was so obviously true that I blushed even more and was left without any more to say. She was warming to the topic, though.

“And did you see when his mommy pulled down his briefs, and then he tried to hide his peenie with his hands, and she brushed his hands away and told him not to touch himself? It’s the same thing Hannah and Ollie do to you when you try to cover your peenie.”

This was also so obviously true, and so evidently something that Chloe had witnessed more than once, that again I was left without any comeback, and just had to shut up and blush even more. Why, oh why, does even a nine-year-old girl get to see me naked? It’s bad enough that she is currently seeing a seventeen-year-old boy bared and spanked, but it’s worse when it’s me she’s seeing. Try to tell that to the girls, though. It’s like they don’t understand why a boy would like to keep his modesty.

Chloe then seemed to notice my distress, because she took my hand and said “Don’t worry, Benji. You are a good boy, so I’m sure you won’t need to be spanked right here in the store like that boy.”

I appreciated the attempt at comfort, although it was still embarrassing that she took it for granted that I might get spanked like that if I wasn’t good.

Then, Ollie and Hannah joined us.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Hannah said.

“That boy was being a brat, so his mommy is spanking him,” Chloe explained in her oh-so-direct way.

“I see,” Hannah commented, bemused. “Isn’t he kind of old to be acting up in a store?” (Notice how she thought he was kind of old to act up in public, not to be spanked in public. Typical!)

By then, his mom had finished the fast and furious spanking. She pulled up the still bawling boy. “There, there,” she said, giving him a hug and patting his back.

She let go, and the boy fetched the briefs had he had kicked out during the spanking.

“No, don’t put those on,” his mom told him. “Give them to me. Your shorts too. You won’t be needing any of them for a while.”

We watched as she made him try a couple of swimsuits. His bottom was so red! Luckily for him, she was satisfied with the second one, and the boy was allowed to get dressed while she paid.

I watched the boy’s face as he pulled up his undies. He was very red in the face and staring down, but for one moment our eyes met. He blushed even more and quickly looked down again.

As they left, the older girls were checking Chloe’s selections, and they agreed they were fine. Then they turned to me.

“Let’s pick a couple of nice swimsuits for you, Benji,” Hannah said.

Chloe, in the meantime, got it into her head that she wanted to pay for her own purchases herself, so Hannah gave her the credit card with strict instructions to look after it and come back after paying. If it had been me, they would have just told me not to be silly, and that they would pay for everything together.

[Ollie’s note: Right. That’s because Chloe can use some training in adult responsibilities, but Benji is nowhere near ready to benefit from that.]

While she went in search of a cash register, Ollie and Hannah chose a couple of swimsuits for me. They looked at some and asked me whether I liked them, but it was them who made the final decision. It’s a bit embarrassing that the girls chose for me, but in a way, I was relieved. I always have a hard time making decisions about clothes, so I guess it’s not so awful that mom or Ollie always choose what I gotta wear, even though I sometimes grumble about it just for the principle of the thing.

[Ollie’s note: Lol! Yes, Benji doesn’t always have a good sense of fashion or of what clothes are appropriate for the occasion, so I always tell him what clothes to wear. In fact, I even dress him myself when I can. He can do that himself, but I like dressing him, and I think it’s good for him to get used to girls being in charge that way.]

Then we looked at the changing room, but it was busy again.

“I think there are more changing rooms over there,” I said helpfully, but Ollie just shook her head.

“Oh, never mind,” she said, “we’ll just try them on you right here.”

I was left speechless and my heart started pounding.

“No please, not here,” I begged in a low voice so that the people around wouldn’t hear. “Let’s just wait till the changing room’s free.”

“Don’t be a brat, Benji, what difference does it make?” Ollie said.

It made a difference to me, but that don’t be a brat reference suddenly made me remember the older boy who had been spanked in public and that shut me up. I didn’t want the same to happen to me!

[Ollie’s note: That’s one advantage of spanking a boy in front of other boys. They can all learn from it, not just the boy being spanked!]

“Here, I’ll undress you,” Hannah said soothingly, taking my arm and guiding me towards her.

“Let’s have none of your false modesty, Benji,” she gently chided as she unfastened my jeans and pulled them down. “You look really cute when you are naked, so there’s no need for you to be embarrassed,” she added while she pulled off my underpants and made me step out of them. “You should be proud of your body.”

I like it when Hannah praises my body, but I have to say, just then I didn’t feel proud of my body. I just felt silly, small, and very embarrassed, naked like that for anyone to see.

“You are a good boy, Benji,” Hannah told me when she had me naked. All naked: she even took off my T-shirt, I don’t know why. She gave me a kiss, which I guess I would have enjoyed more under different circumstances.

The girls made me try a bunch of swimsuits, each time with one of them holding it for me to step into. The way they pulled them up and adjusted it for me so that my peenie would be in a good position was so embarrassing!

However, they weren’t happy with one of the swimsuits, because the colors apparently didn’t fit me.

[Ollie’s note: Not just apparently. They just didn’t fit Benji’s skin and hair color.]

The girls called the assistant (the same one!), and when she approached she looked at me standing there all naked and she smiled at the girls.

“I see you are taking care of this little guy. He’s better behaved than the other boy who had to get spanked,” she said, to my shame.

“Yes, ma’am, Hannah nodded. “Benji knows better than being disobedient or making a fuss like that.”

“The girls have you well-trained, don’t they?” she smiled, ruffling my hair as if I were a little kid doing something cute.

“Benji, answer the lady,” Ollie reminded me when I just looked down and didn’t say anything. She’s always such a stickler for manners! But how can you think of manners when you are all naked in front of a girls who is a perfect stranger?

[Ollie’s note: Well, someone has to teach Benji. Politeness costs nothing, but it buys everything. Of course, I know it’s more difficult for him to remember that when he is embarrassed. But really, it’s so ridiculous that he acts so bashful. Whether he’s naked or dressed in front of people does not make any difference. He’s just a child.]

“Yes, ma’am,” I said dutifully.

The girls explained the problem, and she said they didn’t have the one they wanted in my size, but that they had some very similar ones somewhere over there. Hannah and Ollie agreed to accompany her so that she could show them where they were.

“Just wait here,” Ollie told me as they left. “We’ll we back in a moment,”

So I was left standing there, naked in the middle of the store, while Hannah and Ollie spoke with the assistant to try to find the swimming suits they liked for me. I couldn’t even get dressed because Hannah had my clothes.

Standing like that, completely naked in the middle of a crowd of people rushing here and there, some barely giving me a glance in their hurry, but many looking at me and smiling, has to be the most embarrassing thing ever. There were girls of all ages, too. And not being even allowed to cover myself with my hands, even though all my instincts were telling me to do so. I know Ollie wouldn’t like it if they found me touching my peenie when they came back, and that could be at any moment… Aghh!

I tried to make myself small and unnoticeable, but how can I be unnoticeable if I’m there, bare-bottom naked, with my peenie hanging out for everyone to see?

And, believe me, they did see me. It was the children clothes section, which meant that besides adults there were plenty of kids passing by or looking at the merchandise… By merchandise I meant the clothes, not me, although they were also looking at me.

I remember a little girl, I don’t know, maybe 8 years old, a bit younger than Chloe, who looked at me up and down. Standing there right next to me she could see everything! Then she looked at my face, made eye contact and smiled at me, with such a superior, smug, knowing smile, as if saying “I’m seeing you peenie”, that it made me want to disappear.

Then a couple of girls from my class at school who were with their mothers saw me and greeted me.

“Benji, nice to see you!” one of them said, a girl called Ava.

“Yeah,” said the other, Kylee. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here!”

They were acting all innocent in front of their mothers, but I can almost swear they were doing the double meaning with “see you” on purpose.

“Ky, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” Kylee’s mother asked.

“Sure, mom! This is Benji, from my class. Benji, this is my mom.”

“How do you do, young man?”

“Ah… How do you do, ma’am,” I muttered.

I wanted to die there, but what could I do?

Ava’s mom then approached us and we had to be introduced too.

“Nice to meet you, Benji,” she said, “but why are you naked?”

“It’s just… they were buying swimming suits for me…” I stammered, indicating vaguely towards Ollie and Hannah, who were still engrossed in conversation with the assistant, some distance away, “and the changing rooms… they were full…” I tried to explain the unexplainable.

“Ah, yes, it’s really busy today,” Ava’s mom laughed it off. “Anybody would think they are giving things away!”

“Still, don’t you find it embarrassing…?” Kylee’s mom asked.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Ava’s mom interrupted, making a dismissive gesture with her hand, “can’t you see he’s a little boy? How can he possibly be embarrassed?”

“Well, it’s just, Kylee’s so modest at her age. I can’t imagine her doing something like…”

“Oh, well, that’s different, dear. Girls mature faster, but Benji’s a boy, as you can plainly see, so that’s why…”

While this conversation was going on, Kylee and Ava were looking at each other and at me and grinning.

The two moms seemed to come to an agreement that it was perfectly fine and normal for a boy to be standing there naked in the middle of a department store at the tender age of 13.

“But ask your parents to put some sunscreen on your face, sweetie,” Kylee’s mom told me, concerned. “Your face is all red.”

Ava and Kylee giggled and I blushed even more. How could I explain that the reason my face was red was not sunburn?

“Maybe he needs sunscreen everywhere, mom,” Kylee told her, “the rest of his body is whiter than his face.”

“Well,” her mom said, “but I assume they’ll dress him before leaving, no? I’d say that...”

Fortunately I was rescued because just then Ava’s mom looked at her watch and said, “Oh, dear, look how late it is, we need to move. Bye, Benji, nice to meet you.”

They all said goodbye.

“See you again!” Ava said.

“Yeah, see you all,” Kylee agreed, with a shit-eating grin.

Mercifully, their moms dragged them away before they could go on, and then Ollie and Hannah joined me with a bunch of new swim briefs in their hands.

They made me put one of them on. Or rather, Ollie held them for me and I was instructed to step into it so that she could pull it up.

They agreed it didn’t suit me (I don’t know why because the size was fine, but apparently this one also didn’t go with my skin color). So Hannah pulled it down and she was holding another one for me to step into when Chloe joined us, with her purchases in a plastic bag, proud of having paid like a grownup. (Why is she allowed to choose and pay for her own swimming suits when she is only 9, while I, who am already 13, need to have mine chosen for me?”).

[Ollie’s note: I’m just repeating myself, but really, Benji, do I need to spell it out: because she’s way more mature at 9 than you are at 13.]

“Benji, why are you naked?” Chloe then asked, way too loudly. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me. People around us were looking.

“No changing rooms free,” Ollie shrugged.

Hannah tried another pair of swim briefs on me, and they liked this one, including Chloe, who was watching the procedure with interest.

Then I realized…

“Wait, look,” I said, “the changing room is free, then one Chloe was using. Can’t we just go there...?”

Ollie shook her head, “It’s taking longer than I expected, let’s just get it done here and not waste more time.”

Hannah nodded, and Chloe then said “Besides, we shouldn’t waste a changing room on Benji. What if someone actually needs it and has to be waiting?”

“That’s very thoughtful, Chloe,” Ollie said.

“Yeah, we can strip Benji right here, no problem, but some people need the privacy, so it’s better to leave the changing room to them,” Chloe said, enjoying the praise she had got from Ollie.

They were all younger than me, but speaking about me and making embarrassing decisions for me as if I were a little boy. Even little Chloe!

At that moment the assistant joined us again, and she also approved of what Chloe said.

“That’s very considerate of you,” she told her. “You wouldn’t believe how many people occupy a changing room at rush hour when it’s just for a boy.”

Chloe beamed. I shrunk.

“How’s the little boy doing?” the assistant said, looking at me. “Do the swimsuits fit?”

“Yeah, they fit all right,” Ollie. “We’re just choosing the colors that suit him.”

“Not that I’m trying to discourage you from buying,” the assistant said, “but you girls could have him swim naked. I’m sure people wouldn’t mind.”

“He swims naked when he volunteers to help with the Boys’ Home swimming classes,” Chloe offered, never shy about sharing information. “All the boys swim naked. I have seen them. And the girl who is the instructor says that Benji has too swim naked too, to set a good example for the little boys.”

“See?” the teenage assistant smiled at me, “you wouldn’t get much use out of these swimsuits there!”

“For the water and the sand it’s fine,” Ollie intervened, “but if we go to a beach bar or something I prefer him not to sit on those chairs naked… Let’s try this one on you, Benji.”

She put a pair of light blue swim briefs on me. The assistant and Chloe watched closely as she pulled them up, taking care not to get them in a knot and for my peenie to be placed comfortably inside, for which he had to pick my peenie with her fingers and place it in a better position.

“You look all flushed, Benji,” Hannah told me. “You’re not embarrassed, are you? Don’t be silly now. Everyone has seen little boys naked.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter, Benji,” Chloe agreed. “Besides, remember that big boy? His mommy bared him and spanked him right here, and he was much older than you,” she added helpfully.

The most embarrassing thing is, she wasn’t even teasing me. She genuinely didn’t see any problem with me being naked here, in front of God and everybody. And if Chloe didn’t see anything wrong with that, much less did Ollie and Hannah. They all think I’m too immature to need modesty. And, as a result, there I was, naked in the middle of the store.

Why can't they understand how embarrassing it is for a 13-year-old boy like me to be naked in front of people, especially girls!

[Ollie’s note: It’s a bit exasperating, but in an amusing way, how Benji still has all that boyish false modesty. How many times have I bathed him naked, even in front of other people sometimes, or spanked his bare bottom? And yet, strip him naked and he’s all blushing yet again!]

Finally they chose the swim briefs they wanted and Chloe said, “Can I dress him? Please!”

Ollie and Hannah graciously agreed, and Chloe took my underpants, but she was distracted by the need to pay, because she apparently wanted to be the one to pass the credit cards over the reader, even though she presumably had done just that when she paid for her purchases. So, with my undies still in her hand, she joined the others at the cash register as they gave the assistant the articles they were going to buy. I was left naked, a few steps aside, feeling utterly ridiculous completely exposed like that, among so many people coming and going, many of them gawking at me, and knowing I wasn’t even allowed to cover myself with my hands.

While they paid, I heard the assistant congratulate them on how well they handled me, saying they must be a big help for their family. Ollie assured her that there was nothing to it, that it was very easy for them to handle me.

“And doesn’t he ever disobey you?” the assistant asked.

Hannah shrugged. “He’s a good boy. He’s really obedient. But he knows that if he acts up one of us will spank his bottom red.”

I blushed, hearing that.

“Well, his bottom’s not red now,” the assistant commented.

Chloe nodded at her. “Yeah, we don’t hafta spank Benji that often. He’s a good boy,” she assured the teenage assistant.

The girl smiled at Chloe. “You spank him too, young miss?”

Chloe nodded, eager to impress with the responsibility she was given.

“Sure do,” she assured the assistant. “Ollie and Hannah let me.”

“But aren’t you much younger than him?” I think the assistant was humoring Chloe, with that lilt in her voice, the kind adults use when inviting a kid to boast a little.

And, sure enough, Chloe was only too happy to show off.

“Benji’s thirteen, and I’m nine, but Benji’s still a child,” she informed the assistant, beaming. “So I spank his bottom when he’s naughty, and give him his baths, and everything.”

I squirmed uncomfortably, very conscious of my complete nudity in the middle of the store. Chloe was giving the impression that she was like my babysitter or something. Well, yeah, she had spanked me. And, yeah, I guess she had helped bathe me. But that was always under the supervision of the older girls. I mean, OK, older girls relatively. Ollie and Hannah were still younger than me, but not as much younger as Chloe!

I wanted to explain that, but I didn’t dare. I didn’t want to be told not to interrupt the grownups, like that older boy, Tommy, had been.

However, the assistant turned her attention to me.

“Well, child, you’re lucky to have this young lady to keep an eye on you,” she told me, putting her hand on Chloe’s shoulder.

“Y-yes, ma’am,” I stammered, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, wanting to at least use my hands to cover my peenie but not daring to.

“Well, you need to learn to handle older boys if you want to make pocket money babysitting sometime,” Hannah said, smiling at her little sister.

Chloe beamed, basking in every compliment, and I was busy trying to disappear into the ground.

Chloe must have noticed, though, because she approached me and took my hand in hers.

“We are embarrassing the child. Let’s change the subject,” she said generously, making the others chuckle and agree with her.

It was awkward having little Chloe protect me like that, but at least I was grateful it ended the conversation and they went back to paying.

This is so embarrassing, I thought, standing there naked as I waited for the girls to get their receipt, listening to their chatter. And yet, I realized, for me all this may seem a big deal, but for them it’s nothing.

I don’t know, maybe they are right that I make a fuss about nothing? I have lost count of how many people have seen me naked, even now that I’m a teenager, including many girls. It’s not fair, people always seem to be stripping me bare. Perhaps they have a point, and I’m not mature enough for it to matter. Maybe really it’s fine for boys to be naked in public places if their parents or babysitters want them to be that way.

I looked at the girls. It was undeniable, they were more mature than me. Stronger. I mean, stronger in character. Even little Chloe, even though she was four full years younger than me. They were more confident, and always knew how to act. That’s why they were in charge. Why I did everything they told me to do. Why I was naked in the middle of the store while they were fully dressed. Why even Chloe had spanked my bare bottom and made me cry.

I wondered if now Chloe, with her newfound confidence, would get it into her head that she should spank me on her own initiative, just like the other two girls did, whenever one of them decided I needed it. If she did, I don’t know if I would be able to resist her will. If I’m honest, probably not.

I remembered last Halloween, the zombie movie we had watched, and how I had got scared, and Ollie had let me hug her, and had calmed me. It may sound silly, a 13-year-old boy hugging an 11-year-old girl because he was scared, and the girl comforting him. But it had felt right. I was scared, she was not. And what zombie would dare attack when she was around?

And if she’s so much more mature, and strong, and clever… maybe it made sense that, no matter my age, compared to her, and Hannah, I was a little boy. And so, if I was really a little boy, why wouldn’t they strip me naked whenever it was convenient, even in public? Little boys don’t need modesty, so maybe it did not make sense for me to be modest either, just like they always said.

Deep inside, I knew I was safe as long as they were with me. Deep down, I knew it was natural and right that they were the ones in charge, even if it was embarrassing. I knew it was true they were more mature, there was no comparison. So then I probably should stop worrying when they stripped me, no matter who might see.

But it’s easier said than done, I sighed, although for just a moment I almost started to relax about my public nudity, feeling like the little boy everyone assumed I was.

Then the girls were done. Chloe dressed me, exactly me as if I were a little boy, right there in the middle of the store. She was only 9, but she acted as if I were his toddler little brother, the way she talked to me and told me what to do.

She held my undies for me to step into. While I did that and she raised them in place, taking my peenie in her hand to place it properly inside the briefs, like Ollie had done earlier. The older girls were holding the plastic bags with the swimming suits and smiling at Chloe and me, watching her dress me. (Older girls than Chloe, because they are actually two years younger than me! Not that anyone would guess by how thoroughly they boss me around.) Even the assistant was watching with a smile.

Oh, well, at least I was finally dressed, I thought, as Chloe finished fastening my jeans.

Hannah gave me a quick kiss on my lips. “You’ve been a good boy,” she assured me.

Then Chloe took my hand. “Come on, Benji. Time to go home,” the little girl told me.

We went, with Chloe leading me by the hand and Hannah and Ollie walking beside me.

Before going home, Ollie bought ice-creams for all of us, telling me it was the treat for me being a good boy at the store.

It’s not so bad that they are in charge, I thought as I ate my ice-cream surrounded by the three girls, still feeling embarrassed but also safe and protected among them.