Becky Goes First
My name is Phil Tiny
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
vinnyloo
“Mom, I’ll take a turn with him in the car while you drive,” Becky proposed. She extended her large hand, and Phil suddenly found himself being dumped out into it. Her hand was salty smelling, but instead of holding out her palm gently, she wrapped her fingers around him.
Phil’s mom handed Ms. Prittey Kendra’s sock, realizing that she had taken it away from the girl without a word. “Tell her I’m sorry for that,” Mrs. Bemine told Ms. Prittey.
They said goodbye to Ms. Prittey, and began to walk back around the school, to their car:
“Mom, should I keep my socks on, or use my bare-feet?” Becky asked, as they walked along.
“That’s up to you, sweetie,” Their mother replied. “He’ll wish you didn’t run track today, no matter which you choose,” their mother joked.
Phil began to struggle against his sister’s sweaty fingers, holding him in her swinging hand. She allowed it for a while, but then finally brought him up to her mouth. “Quit squirming!” she said. “Soon I’ll be putting my SWEATY FEET all-OVER you Phil!” she laughed.
“Listen to your sister, Phil,” his mother added, as Becky’s finger tightened around him. His body was overcome by the harsh reality that he was so small, and the constriction caused him to realize how weak he really was. There was no escape from between the fingers. Physical exhaustion was getting to him; Phil began to give up, even mentally. His big sister had him, and there was nothing he could do. He realized that he was far too small to do anything, and even more than that, he was extremely exhausted and sleepy. He just wanted to rest.
He began to realize the easiest thing to do was probably just to give up and allow Becky to have her fun - she was his big sister after all. He didn’t really expect her to turn down an opportunity to discipline him with some long, playful, fun humiliation.
He wanted to be able to relax his body and mind. He might be able to rest some, if he could simply lay still on the floor-board of the car, even while his sister put her giant sweaty feet all over him and mocked down at him. It would be humiliating, he knew, but he felt like he could take it because it was just his sister, and he had learned how to ignore any teasing from her long ago.
The problem was, in the past, that his mother was there to protect him if it got too bad. Now she was going to let Becky abuse him with her feet, to no end, and was even going to do the same thing to him herself, later...
“Hey Mom, can we stop and get something to eat on the way home?” Becky asked.
“Where do you want to go?” their mom replied.
“Hmm... Some place with a drive through,” Becky thought.
They rounded the last corner of the school, and began to approach the car. “That means McDonald’s then,” their mom concluded.
“Are we gonna get Phil anything?” Becky continued, as they reached the car.
“No. I think he’ll learn more from his punishment if he’s hungry,” she responded.
Their mom unlocked the car, and Phil could hear the ‘ding-ding-ding’ coming from inside the car. Becky got in, and so their mom. They slammed the doors, and Becky leaned down and released little Phil over the floor-board in front of her.
Phil bounced onto the carpet, next to his sister’s huge feet, still in sneakers. He looked up into the eyes of his smirking older sister, who was loving every moment of teasing him. Their mom started the car - the air conditioner blew Becky right in the face, and she quickly shot back up, a bit startled. Phil could have almost laughed at her, she reacted so comically. She resettled, and repositioned her feet around the little boy, resuming her conquering smirk...
Phil’s mom handed Ms. Prittey Kendra’s sock, realizing that she had taken it away from the girl without a word. “Tell her I’m sorry for that,” Mrs. Bemine told Ms. Prittey.
They said goodbye to Ms. Prittey, and began to walk back around the school, to their car:
“Mom, should I keep my socks on, or use my bare-feet?” Becky asked, as they walked along.
“That’s up to you, sweetie,” Their mother replied. “He’ll wish you didn’t run track today, no matter which you choose,” their mother joked.
Phil began to struggle against his sister’s sweaty fingers, holding him in her swinging hand. She allowed it for a while, but then finally brought him up to her mouth. “Quit squirming!” she said. “Soon I’ll be putting my SWEATY FEET all-OVER you Phil!” she laughed.
“Listen to your sister, Phil,” his mother added, as Becky’s finger tightened around him. His body was overcome by the harsh reality that he was so small, and the constriction caused him to realize how weak he really was. There was no escape from between the fingers. Physical exhaustion was getting to him; Phil began to give up, even mentally. His big sister had him, and there was nothing he could do. He realized that he was far too small to do anything, and even more than that, he was extremely exhausted and sleepy. He just wanted to rest.
He began to realize the easiest thing to do was probably just to give up and allow Becky to have her fun - she was his big sister after all. He didn’t really expect her to turn down an opportunity to discipline him with some long, playful, fun humiliation.
He wanted to be able to relax his body and mind. He might be able to rest some, if he could simply lay still on the floor-board of the car, even while his sister put her giant sweaty feet all over him and mocked down at him. It would be humiliating, he knew, but he felt like he could take it because it was just his sister, and he had learned how to ignore any teasing from her long ago.
The problem was, in the past, that his mother was there to protect him if it got too bad. Now she was going to let Becky abuse him with her feet, to no end, and was even going to do the same thing to him herself, later...
“Hey Mom, can we stop and get something to eat on the way home?” Becky asked.
“Where do you want to go?” their mom replied.
“Hmm... Some place with a drive through,” Becky thought.
They rounded the last corner of the school, and began to approach the car. “That means McDonald’s then,” their mom concluded.
“Are we gonna get Phil anything?” Becky continued, as they reached the car.
“No. I think he’ll learn more from his punishment if he’s hungry,” she responded.
Their mom unlocked the car, and Phil could hear the ‘ding-ding-ding’ coming from inside the car. Becky got in, and so their mom. They slammed the doors, and Becky leaned down and released little Phil over the floor-board in front of her.
Phil bounced onto the carpet, next to his sister’s huge feet, still in sneakers. He looked up into the eyes of his smirking older sister, who was loving every moment of teasing him. Their mom started the car - the air conditioner blew Becky right in the face, and she quickly shot back up, a bit startled. Phil could have almost laughed at her, she reacted so comically. She resettled, and repositioned her feet around the little boy, resuming her conquering smirk...
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March 24, 2025
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