Clean Your Room!
by MBP  mwfan318@aol.com 
For the teenager Vladimir, his room is his prison until he cleans it.


The knee missed the mark, but the small, bare foot connected. His balls
already sore, Vladimir doubled over in pain from its accurate impact. Grabbing
her brother by his head, Alina moved Vlad away from the door towards the bed
at the other end of the room. Quickening, the young girl pulled down hard as
she neared the bed. Vlad flipped head over heels, landing heavily at the head
of the bed. His momentum carried him into the wall against which the boy's bed
was placed. The thud of body hitting wall was audible, but did no extra
damage. Vlad recovered swiftly but merely placed his hands over his aching
groin. Alina gathered herself and reestablished her position inside the room
at the door. She crossed her arms over her chest, added the mocking smile to
her face and waited for her older brother's next move.

It was a scene that had been similarly played many times for nearly four
hours. Earlier, the children's mother had asked Alina to tell Vlad that the
teenager was not to leave the house until he cleaned his room. The twelve year
old delivered the message to her seventeen year old brother, and Alina decided
to enforce her mother's wish when it became clear Vlad did not plan to comply.
The resultant battle had been decidedly one- sided in Alina's favor, much to
the chagrin of her brother.

Vlad still had one hand covering his groin, which was still covered by his
underpants. His other hand felt the swelling around his left eye, which was
turning black and swelling. Alina had given her brother a shiner during one of
their numerous brief battles. There were unwritten rules to the territorial
war that was being waged between the siblings. Basically only wrestling was
allowed, although Alina, being much smaller, younger and a girl, also had the
added benefit of attacking Vlad's genitalia. In one of his increasingly
desperate attempts to exit his room, the boy had swung at his sister. Alina
had avoided the punch and retaliated with several of her own. Even if Vlad
managed to exit his room - something he knew he MUST accomplish before his
mother came home - the boy would still need to explain the black eye to her,
and to his friends.

On the bed, Vlad considered his next move, but was really thinking of his
plight. He was being beaten up and dominated by his little sister, who was
more than four years younger than him. Her repeated groin attacks had left
Vlad in a lot of pain, and it took less to hurt him now; even a glancing blow
caused severe discomfort. When the struggle had commenced, Vlad had
underestimated Alina. She was more willing than he would have thought to go at
his "weak spot," she fought better than he would have expected, and she was a
lot stronger than he had imagined. At the beginning, when his balls were
feeling normal, Vlad could take a lot more punishment. If he had pushed
through at that time, he could have overpowered his sister. Alina had kept him
occupied with repeated attacks to the boy's penis, using her knees, feet,
fists and even her elbows to hurt him. However, if Vlad had realized his
long-term predicament, he could have worked through the lesser hurt that Alina
initially inflicted. But he had waited too long, and the pain in his balls
gave Alina a huge advantage.

He looked up at Alina, who was smirking at him. She hadn't said much - yet -
but that bedeviling smile spoke volumes. His little sister was athletic, but
also pretty and small. She wore a short gray dress with a matching ribbon in
her hair. Alina had nice legs; her feet were pretty and bare. Vlad was bigger,
older, more muscular. He was humiliated beyond words, trapped in his room by
the slim, small girl. Alina was handling him easily, dominating him, winning
every battle, throwing Vlad around like a sack of potatoes. His attacks had
lessened, the recovery time between battles had gotten longer, and Alina's
confidence soared. The boy had no idea what to do. He had, it seemed, just one
reasonable option: to clean his room. Vlad still was not ready to do this.
There was some pride and fight left in him.

Alina saw the look on her brother's face and realized no immediate attack was
forthcoming. She sat down on the rug, leaned on the door, getting comfortable.
She glanced up and saw Vlad staring at her legs, not with lust, but with
dismay. Alina pointed her feet and posed her legs, adding to the boy's
discomfort. He looked away abruptly; the little girl relaxed.

Alina realized that a good chunk of her vacation day from school had passed,
but it was worth it. It had been a spur of the moment idea to physically force
her brother to clean his room. The prudent course should have been to have
told Vladimir forcefully that Mom demanded he complete the task, Alina had
decided differently without really considering the consequences. With some
time to herself as her brother steeled himself for another attack, Alina
thought back to the beginning.

She was delighted beyond words as to her control. Vlad was so much bigger and
older. He was well-built and looked strong. A couple of Alina's girlfriends
were into wrestling with their siblings of both sexes, but the boys were of
similar size and age to the girls. Alina had joined in on occasion and done
very well. In addition, mainly through watching television and movies, Alina
noticed females often got the better of males by attacking their balls. She
had never seen it in real life, however, so she didn't know if it worked. But
the groin attack was interred in the back of her mind. And it worked absolute
wonders with her brother. Still, all things considered, it was crazy for Alina
to follow the course of action she did: so crazy, it worked!

Alina looked over at her brother who was still nursing his wounds, and his
pride. She could see the embarrassment Vlad felt at being beaten up by his kid
sister, but Alina didn't care. She was thinking of how she was going to tell
everyone: her friends; his friends; their relatives. It was too great to keep
to herself. Watching Vlad literally cower on his bed, still in his underpants,
was almost too exciting. Sitting comfortably on the floor, waiting for her
brother to resume the fight, Alina attempted to look impassive, as if
everything was commonplace. Inside, the girl could barely conceal her glee.
She wished someone had videotaped the event. It would be great to watch it
over and over.

There was a subtle change in Vlad's demeanor over the last few minutes. Alina
noticed this but was nearly caught off guard as her brother leapt off the bed
and charged at her. The girl had started to get to her feet and just made it
as Vlad crashed into her. The boy couldn't pull his full weight into the rush.
He would have driven Alina into the door, and she, and probably he, could have
been seriously hurt. Vlad let up just enough to expect the desired result:
Alina pushed into the door just hard enough to take some wind, and some
confidence out of her, and the boy gaining a solid advantage. But it didn't
happen that way.

Alina had steeled herself the instant she stood. Her shapely but strong legs
maintained their balance and the girl's slim shoulders weathered the attack.
Vlad expected Alina to be winded and dazed; instead, the 12-year-old ended up
with the advantage, with the 17- year-old off-balance and vulnerable. With
Vlad basically pressed up against her sideways, Alina grabbed her brother
around his upper torso and basically carried him to the bed. He couldn't plant
his feet to stop her progress and the little girl was more than strong enough
to carry the boy the two or three meters.

Alina sat down on the bed. Her brother was draped across her lap and the girl
realized insanely that he was in a perfect position to be spanked. But Vlad
had never really done anything to her that required such humiliation so the
idea was immediately discarded. Instead, Alina twisted the boy's closest arm,
the right one, up behind his back. Moving smoothly and quickly, the lithe
young girl wriggled out from under her brother, captured his left arm, and
pushed it high up his back while she climbed on top of him. The net result was
a double hammerlock with Vladimir completely immobilized while Alina sat
easily astride him. It was a shame nobody was there to see the incredible site
of the well- muscled teenage boy held completely helpless by the pretty,
preteen girl.

Another facet in this last attack was Alina's avoidance of her effective groin
attack. Both siblings understood the final battle had been one without
physical advantage to either party, with the exception of Vlad's surprise
movement. Regardless, the victor was the much smaller, younger girl. She was
his physical superior, with or without advantage.

With that realization, Alina decided it was unimportant to spread the news.
Their relationship had changed; it was likely her brother would obey any
request from her without question. His disagreement would foster another
devastating defeat, along with the probability of public humiliation. This was
more than enough for the girl.

It was completely unnecessary, but Alina asked her brother if he would now
clean his room. His answer was inaudible so she asked again. This time she
heard the affirmative grunt. Alina rose slowly, taking great care to release
the boy's arms, one at a time. She looked down at her brother, unmoving on the
bed, and waited a few moments for him to acknowledge her leaving. Not
surprisingly, Vlad didn't move. Carefully concealing her excitement, Alina
exited the room, closing the door quietly behind her.