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If, as the old saying goes, "the hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world," then Cindy was the undisputed ruler of the world inside the Johnson household. As any good anthropologist knows, every marriage necessarily involves both a division of labor and a corresponding division of power. Grant's role was to provide for the family economically -- toiling endlessly in an attempt to supply it with whatever material possessions it needed or desired. Although Cindy had, at various times, proven herself quite adept at generating income when she wished, the ultimate burden of providing for the family's financial needs was Grant's to bear.
Cindy's task was to take charge of the children, and she approached that task with great vigor. Grant may have occasionally taken an interest in what direction the children's upbringing took, and he may have even made a rare token contribution -- like when he brought home the Scythian Academy pamphlet. But, whether Grant realized it or not, Cindy's word was ultimately law when it came to the children. If Grant saw himself as the "man of the house," then it was only because he was harboring an illusion that he was too dull to recognize as such.
Cindy took charge of preparing the children to attend the Scythian Academy. It was she who enrolled them, paid their tuition (out of Grant's earnings), and bought their books and school supplies. It was also she who measured their young bodies and ordered their custom-made school uniforms. The Scythian Academy, it seemed, had strict requirements governing how their students dressed, and it did business with only one uniform manufacturer.
When the uniforms arrived, Cindy required Victor and Dena to retire to their respective rooms and try them on. They did so -- Dena to her immaculately well kept quarters, and Victor to his own cluttered, disorderly mess of a room. Dena was the first to emerge. She wore a plaid skirt, cut a few inches above the knee, and a white blouse -- showing just enough cleavage to stimulate the male imagination. It was a decent, respectable uniform for a student, and Dena seemed pleased to wear it. Cindy, for her part, could not recall when she had been more proud of her daughter.
Victor's uniform consisted of pair of skin-tight, pastel blue shorts, and a pink tank top with the word "Boy" prominently stenciled in black on the back. "This is embarrassing," thought Victor. "They really expect me to wear this?"
"That's okay," he replied to himself. "I'll just humor Mom for now, and then I'll bring some more fashionable clothes to school with me."
Victor walked tentatively out of his room and into the hallway, wearing his new uniform. He saw his mother smiling as him. He then glanced at Dena, in her short plaid skirt and her white uniform blouse, and his mother's smile quickly faded.
Although Victor's mind was well aware of the fact that Dena was his sister, his cock was not. As far as his cock was concerned, Dena was simply a pretty, young female with long dirty-blonde hair, a pair of firm, well formed breasts, and a smooth, flawless pair of legs that led to a place where his cock desperately wanted to go. Had Victor been wearing a normal pair of loose-fitting trousers, his aroused state might have gone undetected. His tight-fitting uniform shorts, however, displayed his hard-on for all the world to see.
"Eeew!" exclaimed Dena as soon as she noticed Victor's hard cock. "That's disgusting."
Cindy immediately shunted Victor back into the room and shut the door behind her. "How DARE you embarrass your sister like that!" said Cindy harshly. "What on earth were you thinking?"
"I, er . . . I couldn't help it Mom," replied Victor, obviously embarrassed.
"Well, I can't have you go to the Scythian Academy in that state, can I?"
"I. . er . . . er," stammered Victor. He didn't have any idea what to say. The situation left his speechless.
"Look. That hard-on has GOT TO GO before you get to school, or you'll just end up embarrassing yourself in front of everybody. So we need to take care of it now. Take off your shorts."
"What?!" exclaimed Victor.
"Take off your shorts, and jerk yourself off right now. Move it. We have to leave soon."
"No," said Victor incredulously. Having to wear that humiliating uniform around the house was bad enough, but he wasn't about to masturbate in front of his own mother. That was just too much.
"TAKE OFF YOUR SHORTS!" said Cindy, with something like real anger. Victor's only response was to turn away from his mother.
Cindy left Victor's room and immediately placed a call to the Principal of the Scythian Academy and briefly explained the situation. The Principal listened patently and reassured Cindy, "Don't worry Ms. Johnson, you did the right thing. Obviously, you have Victor's best interests at heart."
"Of course," replied Cindy, "but what do I do?"
"Don't worry about it. I'll send some of my staff down to pick Victor up and transport him to school. He'll be all right. You just bring Dena."
"All right. Sorry for the trouble. Victor can be such a handful."
"He just needs . . . discipline," replied the Principal. "We know how to deal with boys like him here."
"Of course," replied Cindy, "and thank you."
Ten minutes later, four young, gorgeous women stormed into Victor's bedroom carrying a 5'x5'x5' opaque metal box. Together, before Victor realized what was happening, they tackled Victor and began undressing him. Of course, being tackled and undressed by four beautiful women immediately made Victor's cock as hard as it had ever been, but his tormentors paid no attention -- they were professionals. They simply lifted Victor up, folded him into the box, and locked him in. Victor felt himself being carried out of his house and placed inside a vehicle of some sort (he supposed it might be a van), and then he passed out.
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