But correct me if I'm wrong. He is the same age as Thalia, right? To me his level of planning and action taking is not typical for the common 12-year-old boy. Either he is exceptional in that way or there's more to it, like someone else in the background giving him advice, guiding him.
Either way I like where this is going. Especially the monitoring wrist band is a nice touch. Thalia is slowly losing all her autonomy.
And Roger seems to have a bit of a sadistic streak, too. That’s always interesting. I imagine him using his leverage to make Thalia submissive to his needs first before giving her the rare reward she will have to work for more and more.
I'm very much excited for what's coming. Great job!
Lisa_The_Brave_12 wrote: Mon Mar 30, 2026 7:05 am
Roger has Thalia right where he wants her.
But correct me if I'm wrong. He is the same age as Thalia, right? To me his level of planning and action taking is not typical for the common 12-year-old boy. Either he is exceptional in that way or there's more to it, like someone else in the background giving him advice, guiding him.
Either way I like where this is going. Especially the monitoring wrist band is a nice touch. Thalia is slowly losing all her autonomy.
And Roger seems to have a bit of a sadistic streak, too. That’s always interesting. I imagine him using his leverage to make Thalia submissive to his needs first before giving her the rare reward she will have to work for more and more.
I'm very much excited for what's coming. Great job!
You severely underestimate just how much a horny boy is willing to do to get a girl naked
Loved it as well. Only thing that doesn’t reach my mind is that you wanted Thalia to be a ‘little’ girl but she has to do ‘grown-up’ chores like working with bleach. But further…I love the story
Roger, being a version of mini me is definitely more than a little sadistic/dominant
I imagine he's had some help from Jason but also that he's fantasized about this and plotted towards it for quite a long while (the Fitbit was bought before any of this went down....)
As to the point of cleaning toilets not being a very little girl chore, that's very true. I guess in my mind it's supposed to be a lose–lose set up for Thalia–she has to do chores and work and now also perform sexual favours while also being exposed and belittled, with limited agency/freedom. A big little girl with big challenges and problems, basically.
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((Trigger warning reminder: underage sexual activity, dubcon... Things really are heating up!))
He walked back to the bed and casually peeled his trousers and underpants down, his tween cock springing forward. It looked really stiff! Quite thin, with an oblong, bulbous head, the glans exposed and a slightly different shade of pink than the rest of it. The ridge around it darker, almost purplish. Thalia couldn't stop herself—she stared. She had never seen a real cock, up close in person, certainly not one of a boy her age... let alone rigid and demanding attention like Roger's was!
“I'm not sure how to...” she murmured, realising she didn't really know how a blowjob worked.
“Just wrap your lips around it. Suck it. Use your tongue. And lips. Not teeth!” he commanded.
As simple as that?
She leaned in, briefly scrunching up her nose. The stiffy in front of her didn't stink, but it definitely had a scent... a bit of a boyish musk, different, or at the very least more distinct and concentrated than the rest of Roger.
Gross! He wasn't freshly showered. And he peed from there... but Thalia knew better than to kick up a fuss now. The link between complaining, lashing out, protesting... and having her butt roasted with a scream-inducing onslaught of spanks and smacks was already firmly formed in her mind. With a small sigh, she lowered her face further, opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the stiffy jutting towards her.
Her lips curved into a slight smile around it as Roger sighed. Ha! She finally wasn't helpless or powerless. This sure felt like a power! A flick of tongue from side-to-side was all it took to make him gasp. A long, strong gliding motion from the very tip of his peen to the root of it with the tip of her tongue, down the entire underside of it made him shudder and moan. And, despite there being a distinct “boy” scent to Roger's crotch, his penis was actually quite clean and didn't taste like anything. Barely different from one's own skin, like when you stick a finger into your mouth.
Except it didn't feel that way. It was way warmer and a strange combination of firm overall, but soft-feeling at the same time. Smooth, almost perfectly, other than the ridge of his glans. Licking along that, she quickly learned, made him squirm and gasp in the funniest of ways! Finally, for the first time this week, Thalia was allowed to explore, indulge her curiosity and play around a bit. Roger had been rendered speechless, offering no more rules, prohibitions or instructions!
Thalia quickly forgot that this was unfair and outrageous, she was having way too much fun figuring out the impact of moving her lips and tongue, applying suction, turning her head, wrapping her lips around her teeth and “biting down” and a bunch of other, subtler bits of stimulation. She had Roger gasping, squirming, clenching and unclenching his fists and toes. Despite being the one completely naked and down on her knees, this felt like she was at least temporarily in charge!
It was fun, entertaining and interesting and in a way, quite empowering. Right up until the moment Roger's cock suddenly twitched and spurted inside her mouth. Thalia wasn't in any way ready for it. It caught her by surprise. Mainly the speed and force with which his little load just GUSHED into her mouth, some of it hitting the back of her throat, making her gag and cough. And then, once she recovered, the taste. Well, not really so much the taste, there wasn't all that much taste to speak of, but the consistency. Slimy and sticky in a way that quite stubbornly refused to go away. She had coughed some up onto her palm, but she had also accidentally swallowed some and she just couldn't get rid of the sensation in her throat. It lingered, in a nasty, stubborn kind of way that made her retch and wince and scrunch her face up in a horrible grimace.
“Ewwwww,” she finally managed, trying to spit some more.
“Hey! No! You'll make a mess. You swallow!” protested Roger.
“I would, but I can't! It's all sticky and icky and...” she made another face. If he didn't know better he'd think she had a handful of slugs, still wriggling inside of her mouth or something. She looked quite thoroughly disgusted and freaked out.
Roger almost told her to rush to the bathroom and drink some water, flush it down, wash her hand, but then something clicked and he grabbed her wrist instead.
“Thalia, no. You had your instructions, you follow them, whether you like it or not. Lick this up. Swallow.”
She gave him another one of those wide-eyed, incredulous looks that he was getting used to by then and Roger just stared her down.
“Do you want me to give you one, or to leave you dripping before tomorrow?” he asked, and Thalia swallowed, her eyebrows dipping in the middle, a sour expression on her face.
Roger patted her head.
“There. Not so bad, eh? You'll get used to it, anyway.”
Thalia pouted. She wanted to say something rude, but the risk of losing the reward she had just earned stopped her. She also suspected Roger was right. If he was going to make her do this every day, she was eventually going to have to get used to the taste and consistency, hard as that was to imagine in that moment.
“So, have you memorised your rules, like I told you?”
Thalia tried to glare at Roger. Was that it? Not even a thank you?! He just... used her, and changed the topic? She seethed, he could see the tension in her expression, her cheeks flushed with a new wave of heat, but then she sighed and nodded. She still had a bedtime spanking coming. And Roger almost certainly had a video of her, naked, down on her knees, admitting that she has wet herself during a spanking and apologising for it. That was nuclear-weapon grade stuff. Roger could blackmail her to do pretty much anything if he threatened to share that around the school, and they both knew it.
“Go on. Recite them!” he insisted.
“I must obey whoever is in charge, like you and mum. I must,” she took a shuddering breath, a new wave of pinkness colouring her cheeks, “...be naked at home and strip as soon as I arrive.”
Roger nodded, silently encouraging her to carry on. Thalia continued with only a small sigh.
“I have to be inspected and approved before I leave the house. I can't take a change of clothes with me, ever, except for p.e. kit on p.e. days,” she went on.
“Outside of school I'm not allowed to be alone in a room with the door closed,” she pouted. That rule had already resulted in quite a few unnecessarily embarrassing, unpleasant moments!
“I must take a bath every day and someone has to supervise me. If they offer to help, I must accept,” she grumbled. As if the rules weren't horrible enough! It felt so humiliating to have to recite them out loud. On top of it, it felt almost like being quizzed by a teacher—just another example of the totally out-of-whack power-dynamic between her and Roger!
“I do chores every day when I'm told to, or whatever is written on the fridge. If I don't or do a bad job, I get punished.” Once again, that pout. It made Roger's cock twitch, even though he had cum in her mouth only minutes ago!
Thalia's mouth opened and closed. Wait?! Was there another rule between chores and bedtime/maintenance spankings? Her heart started to race, out of blue. She was already in extra trouble and she didn't want even more. Flustered and nervous, she tried to visualise the accursed poster that's been haunting her all week, and she could actually picture it, childish floral decorations and all, but the words were blurry and unclear in her imagination.
Think, girl, think!
She urged herself in her mind. Roger was already giving her a questioning look and frowning. Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit-shit!!!
Eight rules. She remembered that. Last one was about repeat spankings, so...
“I get a maintenance spanking every evening at eight. I wait for it on my bed, naked, sticking my butt out for it, with the hairbrush ready. I wait until you come and give it to me, or at least for an hour,” she said hastily.
“And if my butt's already wrecked by too much spanking, I get spanked on the front, my legs or my feet or my...” she gulped. “Nipples.” Roger was still staring.
“Or I get given an alternative punishment. Something humiliating.”
Finally, he nodded. Thalia let out a big breath she didn't even realise she had been holding. Phew! She managed not to get herself into any more trouble. But her butt was pretty wrecked and she was sure she had more than her regular maintenance dose coming. For the first time all week, other than Roger's brief demonstration when the rules were introduced, rule eight was actually likely to be relevant tonight. Thalia shuddered and squirmed.
“Mhmm,” Roger nodded again. “Rule eight. Snapping at me. Wetting yourself all over me. You're gonna get it, but your butt's already red and sore.” It was like he was reading her mind! Freaky!
She looked at him wide-eyed and worried. In stark contrast, Roger's eyes twinkled with amusement and mischief as he decided her fate.
“I could grab a switch and do your front and titties,” he pondered out loud, “but that might leave marks that would still be visible in the park tomorrow. It would be so funny to watch you squirm as you explain your PFDS treatment and rules to people who ask,” he grinned.
“I think I'm willing to be a little bit lenient,” he pouted smugly, “if and only if you accept an alternative punishment like a good girl. No questions, no complains, just do as you are told and take it!” he insisted.
“But what...” Roger pressed his finger on her lips.
“I said no questions,” he grinned.
“If you screw up, we'll switch from the invisible punishment to a switching!” he declared and Thalia gulped. That was a new extreme of mind-games! That was torture! Not even telling her what her punishment was going to be!
Invisible punishment? It sounded like that was something that couldn't hurt that much, if it wasn't going to leave any marks, right? But Roger seemed a master of twists and nasty surprises and Thalia didn't doubt it was going to be a real punishment. At the very least, it was going to be humiliating. Roger had an uncanny gift for always discovering new ways of making Thalia blush. At times, making her blush in ways and for reasons even she herself couldn't have anticipated!
As it turned out, Roger didn't intend to leave her anxiously pondering her fate for long.
“Come on, this will take a little while, we better get started.”
Take a while? She tensed. Oh, fiddlesticks! Some kind of prolonged torture. That did not sound good. But Roger was already pulling her up to her feet and moments later, rummaging through her drawers. Thalia found herself with a (mercifully clean) pair of socks stuffed in her mouth, tied off around her face with another knee-high sock. Well there went the risk that she could ask questions or complain at least, she thought to herself resignedly. She couldn't really screw up now, could she?
Roger's instructions were simple, delivered with confidence. Thalia found herself lying face down on her bed, with a pillow and a cushion under her mid-section, each ankle tied to one corner of the bed, another loop running around her waist, her wrists tied together and stretching her out towards the front of the bed. Before she even knew what was going on, she was quite helpless and stuck, tied up with her legs wide spread, buttocks sticking out, and of course, gagged for good measure. She tried to pull on the ropes but it was obvious that she wasn't going anywhere until Roger untied her now. Once again, like so often these days, she found herself in a predicament that sent her heart racing. He could do literally anything to her like this!!! The panic of being so utterly helpless and exposed gripped her. She could feel blood rushing through her temples and ears—the fact hat her butt was quite a bit higher than her face probably didn't help with that.
What was he going to do?!
And then, as if to answer her question, Roger's fingers found her splayed open, lewdly exposed slit. Ohhh! But... but this was supposed to be a punishment?! Was he instead giving her the orgasm as promised? She was suddenly very, very confused. And more confused when she realised that Roger's fingers felt very strange. Tacky. Sticky, in a thick, oily sort of way. It was like he wasn't just touching her, but … rubbing something into her slit? Into her folds? She yelped into the sock gag and bucked when his finger touched her butthole, but there was no escaping her fate, even as she protested into the gag and squirmed and bucked. It was at the exact moment that Roger's greasy finger actually found his way INTO her butt, pushing through her sphincter, making her eyes go as wide as saucers that she realised something was HORRIBLY wrong. And not just the astoundingly humiliating sensation of Roger's finger so casually entering her, like he had every right to. No. It took several seconds for the sensation to kick in, but once it did, it quickly became very intense. Her entire pussy was BURNING! Her petals. Her pearl. Around her pee hole. Even around her opening! Everywhere Roger's fingers have touched now felt like it was on fire.
“Oush, ih’s buh-nih!” Thalia protested. If Roger couldn't guess what she was trying to say in her desperate, gagged manner he wouldn't have understood, but he did. Ouch. It's burning. And it sure was. He could see all the areas he had rubbed the Tiger Balm into reddening, swelling as the sensation of heat and burning kicked in. He kept rubbing more of the pungent ointment into her butthole despite her protests.
“Shtob! Shtob! Ih’s ackshly buh-nih!”
Thalia's pleas were falling on deaf ears.
“Leh meh go! Leh meh go!”
Thalia was reallly struggling against her bondage now but Roger had tied her well. She wasn't going anywhere. He finally pulled his finger out of her butt and wiped his hands as best as he could with a few tissues. He could feel his hands warmed up and tingling a little. His hands! He could only imagine how the ointment, a mix of camphor, cinnamon oil and other such compounds that very realistically created sensation of extreme heat, even burning, where there wasn't one, had to feel on her most sensitive parts and inside her, warming her sphincter.
“Hnnngg! Gha! Oooooo!” she howled, the sound almost entirely swallowed by the gag. She was turning pink all over. Her futile struggles turned into a sort of rhythm as she started to ride the pain, moving purely so as not to go mad from the sensation. Bucking forward, collapsing as her bondage pulled her back, over and over and over again. Roger chuckled. It looked kinda like she was being butt-humped by some invisible creature!
Her butthole even clenched and winked at him in rhythm—it was absolutely hilarious. At least... Roger couldn't help himself and giggled. Thalia did not look like she was finding it funny. Her skin was pinkish-red all over, with dewdrops of perspiration cropping up along her spine, on her face and in several other places. Her eyes bulging, her face a rictus of pain, she couldn't stop that rhythmic motion that was clearly entertaining Roger so much no matter how hard she tried. The sensation was just too intense.
It was awful, it was the worst, she hated him, this was pure, absolute Hell...
...except... was it? A ticklish sort of sensation made her aware of pussy juices dribbling down her skin. Her slit was glistening, slick, and still oozing more, her wetness have already reached the cushion that was propping her up and keeping her exposed, and still more was coming.
The sensation she was feeling was really more heat than pain. More unnerving than actually awful. And the tingle of camphor and mint or whatever else was mixed into the balm created a very confusing counter-sensation. It added to the overall sharpness of the sensation, yes, but it made it feel hot and COLD at the same time, and the tingling that this weird mix of opposites conjured up, intense and ever growing tingling she couldn't escape felt suspiciously like arousal. It stoked something deep inside her, stirred something up. Something that had been toyed with, approached and abandoned over and over all week.
Long before she noticed it, Thalia's screams and grunts transformed into moans and huffs, and she soon looked less like she was being humped involuntarily, and more like she was trying to hump the pillow and cushions underneath her.
Roger has not touched her pussy since he first applied the “balm” (what a misnomer for such a hellish invention!) and yet she was close now. As close as she had been brought every evening this week with the soapy sponge and Roger's fingers.
Her humping and grunting took on a new edge of despair. She was still in pain, or something that at least a part of her brain registered as pain, or certainly quite intense discomfort, but even as that sensation had peaked, Thalia's focus turned towards the need, the other kind of fire the ordeal had stirred up in her.
She didn't just want it. She needed it, like never before in her life.
“Mmmkeh m’eh chum!” she demanded. Roger's eyes went wide. That was … explicit. More direct than ever before. But... no. He had no intention to make her cum just then. This was a punishment, after all.
“Mmmweesh—mmph—I behg yuh!”
Roger's stiffy was threatening to rip through his boxer shorts and sweatpants. She was begging now, and the only thing stopping her from carrying on and begging more loudly, more clearly, more explicitly was the sock gag that he had stuffed into her mouth himself.
His hand landed on her butt, a playful spank that made her buck and shiver.
“I guess I could... you know... stick it in you. Fuck you,” he whispered into her ear, relishing in using the taboo, forbidden word like that. He wasn't sure what he was expecting in response but it sure wasn't the immediate:
“Yehssh. Yesshh. Doh heet. Phuugh meh!”
It was Roger's jaw's turn to drop open in shock. His friend, neighbour, patient, toy... he wasn't even sure what exactly she was in that moment was begging him to fuck her.
“I was just kidding, Thalia. You're a little girl, did you forget? A naughty one for sure, but still just a little girl. No one's fucking you. I sure am not!” he told her.
“Nghhh! Phmmweesh. Doh. Somhhhng!”
“If you manage to stay still and silent for fifteen minutes, I'll take you to the bathroom, wash you, and make you cum with my fingers. If I hear a sound, I'll re-set the timer. If you keep screwing up past your bedtime, you'll lose your chance. And your bedtime isn't terribly far of,” he warned her.
Thalia froze.
All the moaning, huffing, straining against the ropes he'd used suddenly stopped, replaced with quivering, tense, almost motionless silence. Could he hear her hear thumping? Was she breathing too loudly?
Hopefully, he wasn't going to be too strict with the “still” part because her butthole was still clenching and unclenching all on its own, and so was her pussy, along with weeping more and more of its slick juices. For a girl who didn't have any pubic hair yet, or any boobs to speak of, Thalia sure had an impressive capacity to get (and keep getting) wet!
Roger, meanwhile, flicked through all the pictures and short videos he had recorded since he wiped the Tiger Balm off his fingers. A twenty-second video which perfectly captured the transition of Thalia's bound movements from riding out the pain to humping pillows, from trying to escape something to chasing something altogether different was his favourite.
His phone flashed with a silent reminder fifteen minutes later. Thalia was still lying motionless and quiet with her red, Tiger-Balmed pussy and butthole on display, her slit a mess of wetness, puffy and swollen, in part in direct response to all the essential oils and chemicals in the balm but more than that, with very obvious arousal.
Waiting for fifteen minutes didn't seem to do anything to quell her lust, if anything, her pussy seemed redder, wetter, and more in need of attention than ever before. Roger's arm ran up her naked back, from the back of her neck the beautifully stuck-out buttocks and gave them a swat.
“All right. Maintenance discipline's over. Time for your bath,” he announced.
“I just don't trust you not to get into more trouble right away,” he chuckled. “So we'll make sure you can't misbehave,” said Roger. He untied her wrists, only to immediately re-tie them behind her back, adding a few extra loops to cinch her elbows together. Ha carried on only when he was sure she couldn't reach around and touch herself, untying her ankles and helping her off the bed. Out came the gag, soggy, followed by a small flood of drool spilling over her chin, but he pressed his finger over her lips.
“Shhhh. Be a good girl. Stay quiet now.”
Roger gently took hold of her arm and led her on her very shaky, wobbly legs into the bathroom. He ran her a bath while she stood there. Naked. Her breath coming in short huffs. She was pent up. Fifteen minutes to soak in the sensation, to fully process everything, for her predicament to fully sink in had done absolutely nothing to calm her down. She stood there and strings of wetness actually dangled between her legs. She glanced down and blushed harder than before.
Roger ran the bath, helped her climb into it safely and proceeded to wash her. Thalia kept biting her lips, suppressing moans, shivering, leaning into his touch. She was putty under his hands, completely unresisting, welcoming and chasing every bit of sensation he offered.
She gasped and looked at him, eyes wide, tears streaming down her face, she was damned if she even knew what those were for. So close. Too close. It felt like the heat in her belly, very much her own, the Tiger Balm had long worn off by then, was burning her up, devouring her. She couldn't take it any longer and somehow, Roger sensed the exact moment when the suspense became too much, maddening and unbearable and he gripped her hair with his left hand, making her gasped, the fingers of his right hand diving between her legs, rubbing, rubbing, neither gently nor softly but she didn't need gentle or soft at that point, they were past that stage and then some.
“Not yet,” he whispered, and she gazed at him, disbelieving. She didn't feel like she had even the tiniest trace of control here and she was there, right there, it was going to happen but somehow, even as Roger rubbed right over the tiny bean near the top of her slit, the pressure only got more, he heat hotter, but she couldn't, wouldn't, somehow his whispered, repeated “not yet” made it impossible. Fresh tears sprung from her eyes. This was insane. It didn't make any sense, nothing made any sense any more, it was like falling and drowning, it really felt like her sanity, the Thalia she knew herself as started to slip away, never to return, when Roger suddenly, confidently, firmly commanded: “Now!” and Thalia exploded. It felt like coming apart at seams, it felt like simultaneously existing more than ever before and ceasing to exist. Her orgasm ripped through her like a tsunami, claiming her entire body. It felt violent, over-the-top, impossibly intense, and yet glorious, welcome, amazing and wonderful and more welcome than anything ever in her life all at the same time. She gushed over his fingers. Or maybe she peed herself, neither one of them cared at that point as Roger held her gaze, her dilated pupils locked onto his eyes as he pussy carried on twitching and pulsating on his fingers. He let her ride it out, making her orgasm last longer, and longer yet.
She winced in pain in the end, because she would have collapsed, were it not for his firm grip on her hair. She was left panting, crying, shivering. Echoes of that explosion still rippling through her, twinches and twitches and tiny pangs, incredibly warm and not entirely unlike the heat-pain of the Tiger Balm when it first kicked in carrying on deep inside her.
Thalia had never experienced anything even remotely like that. She thought she knew pleasure but Roger had proven her oh-so-wrong. What he gave her, what he had made her experienced changed her for ever. She came the moment he commanded it. She came like never before. And if this was what an orgasm could feel like and if Roger could give her one like this again, then she was his. This wasn't a rational thought, but a deep-down feeling of being owned, of any sense of resistance and need to cling onto individuality melting away.
If this was what it felt like to be controlled by Roger, he could control her. He could own her.
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...Thalia had never experienced anything even remotely like that...She came the moment he commanded it...This wasn't a rational thought, but a deep-down feeling of being owned, of any sense of resistance and need to cling onto individuality melting away.
If this was what it felt like to be controlled by Roger, he could control her. He could own her.
WOW! This story just gets better with each chapter. Very good writing.
is definitely more than a little sadistic/dominant 
