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A Spanked Son In A Matriarchy

Yesterday was Rodal’s 18th birthday.

(P.S.: I know I’ve made a promise to myself to never write about past days in this diary… to motivate myself to write it daily… but it was hectic yesterday… and promises are made to be broken anyway!)

Even though my little brother had the benefit of seeing all his classmates going through their Adulthood Ritual before him (the benefit of being born in the spring equinox and going to school nine months early instead of three months late), he still looked very nervous and unsure of himself.

And to add to his nervousness, everyone was there. Not only friends and family like in most Rituals. No, the whole village was there with maybe only a handful of absentees. An added bonus (or curse, depending on your affinity to being the center of attention) of being born exactly at Sun Day, so the entire Kingdom celebrates your birthday… in a way.

So, after praying hosannas for Lira for blessing us with the New Sun, then breaking the Sacred Bread, and drinking the sweet, sweet Temple Wine from the last spring equinox; it was finally time for Rodal to strip naked and take the stage in front of the merry town folk.

I mean, I understand that there’s more to a Ritual than that, but come on… naked bodies, fresh into adulthood, don’t get passed around as a footnote, no matter the context. No, when they take the stage, they take the stage!

And I may be partial, but my brother has a very fine body to begin with. Took after Papa, obviously. ...

... Maybe Sun Day wasn’t the sole reason for the large turnout.

The gathering’s attention, being the townsfolk they are, went straight to his chastity cage. What’s it made of? How tight is it? If it’s spacious enough to allow some inflation, then: is the boy erect? Etc., etc.

Their hunger for rumors was soon left unsatiated, though. It was just a normal steel cage, neither too constrictive nor too lenient, and its wearer was as erect as to be expected from a naked 18-year-old boy with all eyes on him.

The Priestess went through all the formalities, then gestured for Mama to come forward to unlock her now-adult son.

Mama kissed Rodal’s lips very gently and told him how much she loved him and was proud of the young man he’d become.

All the men in the crowd blushed and heaved, instantly. Something about the esoteric power mothers hold over their sons that speaks to every man’s soul, or some such. I’ve never been good at understanding men, I’ll admit.

Then, Mama took off her necklace, and attached to it was our Family Key, and was about to unlock Rodal’s cage when the Priestess gently reminded her that she needed to make the Statement first.

The shocking look at Mama’s face! She, and we, had totally forgotten about that part.

Usually, saying the Statement is a mere formality, “I hereby as the Lady of the House of Whomever grant my son/step-son/etc. …” everyone knows the words. But there’s that phrase at the very end that was about to come and bite Papa in the ...