Bath Time For Markie

Bath Time For Markie 2: Atonement Day

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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Thanks to Mark for his feedback and for encouraging me to write a sequel for this story, which I had originally intended as a standalone.

On a sunny afternoon, 11-year-old Kayla strutted into the house with a mischievous grin on her face. Her eyes searched the living room, landing on her 13-year-old brother Mark who was playing a video game, oblivious to the fate that awaited him.

"Hey, Markie," she called out in a singsong voice, using the nickname she knew he didn't like, but had to tolerate, because she had proclaimed herself his "big sister" and, let's be realistic, what could he do about it?

Mark looked up, his eyes widening with worry at that tone of voice. "What do you want, Kayla?"

"I've got a surprise for you," she said, still smiling.

"Surprise?"

"Yes, come with me, child," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Markie sighed, his cheeks already tinting with a hint of pink. He knew better than to refuse when she got like this. He set down his controller and followed her out to the backyard. She took his hand and led him on in the direction of the shed.

The shed at the far end of the garden looked the same as always, but Mark's stomach did a flip as he wondered Kayla had in store for him today.

Kayla marched slightly ahead, her ponytail bobbing with each step. She was dressed in a cute summer dress, her bare feet making little sounds on the grass. Markie, still led by the hand, trailed slightly behind her, his eyes on the ground, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks as he anticipated the humiliation that might be coming. Why, oh why, was Kayla so bossy? It wasn't right that he, a 13-year-old boy, should be ordered around by his younger sister. But everyone in their family said that Kayla was more mature than him, and their parents tended to leave her in charge when the two of them were alone. Somehow, Kayla had taken it upon herself to be in charge all the time, and she treated him like her kid brother. Her kid brother whom she ordered around as she wished.

Mark didn't think that was right, but he felt powerless in front of his sister, who behaved in such an assertive way. He didn't like it, but at the same time he found it strangely, shamefully exciting. The way she dominated him, the way she talked down to him... it was shameful, but somehow there was something right about it, he secretly felt. Like it was natural. He couldn't help being in awe of her. Of girls in general. Maybe it was the natural way of things that they should be in charge. Maybe it was the natural way that she should exert her authority over him so easily, despite him being older. As far as Kayla was concerned, that didn't matter. She bossed him around because she was a girl and he was a boy, and the fact that he was older didn't make any difference.

Once they reached the shed, she opened the door and led him in. He saw two other girls sitting inside. They seemed to be around Kayla's age, but he didn't know them.

"These are Chloe and Ashley," Kayla informed Mark, letting go of his hand. "They are friends of mine from the GPA."

The GPA was the Girl Power Association, the female leadership organization to which Kayla belonged. Mark thought that was where she got some of her ideas.

"Well, where are your manners, Markie?" Kayla asked. "Say 'Hello, Chloe. Hello, Ashley. Nice to meet you'" she instructed.

Blushing, he repeated those words.

"Hello, Markie," the two grinning girls told him, making him blush even more. "We've heard a lot about you from Kayla."

Markie shuddered as Kayla led him inside and closed the door. The atmosphere in the shed was charged. It was clear that something was going to happen here. It made Mark's stomach do a little flip-flop.

Kayla led him by the hand so that he was standing in front of the sitting girls, and she took a seat with them.

"Today is a very special day," Kayla told him with a smug smile. "It's Male Atonement Day!"

"Oh boy," Markie thought to himself, his heart racing. He had heard something about that. The GPA encouraged its members to celebrate this day to remember and reject historical male subjugation of women. It was supposed to be a day for boys and girls to be aware of how unfairly girls had been treated by boys in the past, and vow that this past was never going to be repeated. Markie had heard about it from his sister before, but this was the first time he was actually experiencing it.

Kayla looked at Mark with a mix of amusement and authority. "That's right, little brother," she said. "It's the day where boys like you learn to appreciate how far we've come and the sacrifices we've made to get here."

Mark swallowed hard. He knew he was in for it now. He felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. What was going to happen?

"But what are we going to do?" he asked meekly, his eyes darting from one girl to the other. He knew that question would only lead to more trouble, but he couldn't help it. He had to know what was coming.

"Don't worry," Ashley said, her voice syrupy sweet. "Nothing bad will happen. You'll see."

Kayla looked at Chloe. "Could you do the reading?" she asked.

Chloe grabbed a book from the desk. Markie saw the title was "The Big Book of Young Feminism". Chloe opened the book using a bookmark inside, and cleared her throat.

"For a long time," she read, "girls and women weren’t given the same chances as boys and men. People believed that men were stronger, smarter, and better leaders, so women were often left out of important things like:

"1) Education: Girls weren’t allowed to go to school or learn like boys. In many places, they were expected to stay home and help with chores.

"2) Jobs: Women couldn’t work in many professions. Even when they did work, they were paid less than men for doing the same job.️

"3) Voting: Women weren’t allowed to vote or have a say in laws that affected their lives.

"4) Freedom: In many places, women needed permission from men to travel, work, or make decisions about their own lives.

"5) Marriage: Girls were sometimes forced to marry very young, often to much older men, and had little control over their futures.

"Violence against girls and women has also been a painful part of history. In many places, women were hurt simply for speaking up, disobeying men, or trying to live freely. Some were beaten, forced into marriage, or punished for things men were allowed to do. In wars and conflicts, women were often targeted and treated cruelly. Even at home, many suffered silently from abuse. This violence wasn’t just physical; it also made women feel scared, powerless, and alone.

"But over time, brave women stood up and said, 'This isn’t fair!' They fought for things to change. Today, girls and women have more opportunities, but there’s still work to do to make sure we never go back to the way things used to be."

Markie shifted uncomfortably. As Chloe read, Markie felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment and a tiny hint of anger. He didn't like being talked to like he was responsible for all those bad things that had happened to women. But at the same time, he couldn't deny that some of the things she said were true. And there was something about the way Chloe was talking, so confident and assertive, that made him feel small and powerless. It was weird. He didn’t like it, but he also found it kind of... comforting? Like, he did not have to worry about being in charge. The pecking order was clear, and he knew his place on it.

All Chloe was saying sounded bad, but Markie found it difficult to image how boys did that to formidable girls like Kayla, or Chloe and Ashley for that matter. How did boys forbid girls from doing things? How did they boss girls around? Kayla was the one who bossed him around, and she was two years younger than him!

"So now," Ashley said solemnly, "to remember and make amends for those injustices, boys need to be spanked on Male Atonement Day."

Markie gasped. "But I... I didn't do any of those things...," he whined.

"We know that, silly," Kayla said soothingly. "That's why it's not going to be a real spanking. We are not going to hurt you. It's symbolic, you see?"

Markie moaned and shifted uncomfortably in front of the girls' gaze, and looked down at his feet. When it came to spankings, 'symbolic' sounded better than 'real', but he still felt nervous and insecure about it.

"Now, I want you to show Chloe and Ashley how well you obey girls," Ashley said. "You need to be naked for you Atonement Day spanking, so I want you to take off your clothes now."

Markie's eyes widened and a blush crept over his cheeks. He glanced up at his sister, but she was smiling smugly. "Do as I say, child," she ordered. "Remember, it's for a good cause. Plus, it's just us here. No one will know."

'I will know, and you too,' Markie thought, but did not dare voice that reflection. With trembling hands, he began to take off his shirt. He felt his heart racing as he realized he was about to be naked in front of his sister and her friends. It was both terrifying and exhilarating. As his shirt dropped to the floor, he was still feeling that strange mix of embarrassment and excitement. The girls' eyes were on him, expectantly watching his every move. He felt incredibly embarrassed and self-conscious, but also he couldn't help but feel a secret twinge of pride at having their full attention.

"Good boy," Chloe cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Now the pants."

Markie bit his lower lip, his hands moving to his waistband. He took a deep breath and pulled his pants down. He looked at the girls, who were all staring at him expectantly. There clearly was going to be no reprieve. He had to do what they said. What else could he do in front of such determined wills?

He felt the cool air kiss his skin as he clumsily pushed his briefs down, feeling his penis bob free. He felt so exposed and vulnerable. The girls giggled and clapped. His cheeks burned and he felt a stirring in his groin that he couldn't explain. Feeling as if he were in a dream, he stepped out of his clothes, now standing before them completely naked. His hands instinctively went to cover his groin.

"Hands away from your willie," Kayla ordered, and he obeyed.

"Look at him," Chloe said, pointing at his half erection. "I guess he's enjoying this more than he lets on."

Kayla rolled her eyes. "Some boys are just like that," she said, though she couldn't help but feel a thrill of power at the sight of her brother's submission. "Markie isn't like those wild boys of the past. He knows it's right for girls to be in charge."

"At least his willie does," Ashley smirked.

"Now, get over here, Markie," Kayla confidently ordered.

Her voice was firm, brooking no argument. Markie obeyed instinctively. He felt a strange surge of something like pride as he walked over to Kayla's chair, his stiffie waving in front of him, the girls' eyes not missing a detail. He felt humiliated, but he also felt a weird sense of comfort. He was doing something for his sister and her friends. Obeying their orders. He was serving a purpose, even if it was just a silly game they played. In some way he did not understand, it felt right. Girls were stronger, so they were in charge, and he obeyed.

He let Kayla guide him over her lap. He could feel his penis pressing against her dress. Kayla, meanwhile rubbed his bare bottom gently. He closed his eyes and waited for the first spank.

"Ready, Markie?" Kayla asked him softly, raising her hand.

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered. Then he blushed. Ma'am? Where had that come from?

The first smack was gentle, but it still made him jump. He gasped as the second one followed, a bit harder. With the third, a soft whine escaped his lips.

"Oh, don't be a baby," Kayla said with a smirk. "This isn't a real punishment, silly."

The spanks continued, growing very slightly in intensity. Markie's bottom was turning pink, and he could feel some heat building. He bit back a yelp as one particularly hard smack landed right on his sit spot.

"See?" Kayla said, ending the spanking and rubbing his warm bottom. "You're doing so well, Markie. Such a good boy for us."

Markie nodded, a hint of tears in his eyes, but he relaxed when he saw Kayla was done.

"Now, you get up and go to Ashley and ask her for a spanking, child," Kayla ordered him gently.

Her voice was like a soft whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. He knew he had to obey, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do.

Markie slowly got to his feet, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, very aware of his nakedness, but not daring to cover himself again. He approached Ashley, his penis still hard. She had a devilish smirk on her face, enjoying the power she had over him. He looked at her with a mix of fear and anticipation. He knew she was waiting for him to say something.

"P-please, Ashley," Markie stuttered, his voice squeaking. "Could I... could I have a spanking for Male Atonement Day? Not very hard, please?"

Ashley's eyes sparkled with excitement. She grabbed his hand and led him over her knee. "Of course you can, Markie. It's important to remember our history, isn't it?"

Markie led himself be guided into the traditional spanking position, his face reddening even more. His heart was racing, and his palms were sweaty. He couldn't believe he was actually cooperating so meekly. But the thrill of being dominated by these girls was too much to resist. He felt a strange sense of peace in his submission, like he was fulfilling some kind of ancient role that was meant for him.

Ashley took a moment to appreciate the view of his pink, slightly upturned bottom. Then she raised her hand and brought it down gently, smacking him across both cheeks. There wasn't a lot of force behind it, but Markie couldn't hold in a gasp, feeling the slight sting spread across his skin. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes, waiting for the next swat.

"Good boy," Ashley cooed. "You're really embracing the spirit of the day." She spanked him again, a little harder this time. Markie's legs wobbled, but he remained in position. Each spank was a reminder of his place, a reminder that he was less than them, and that was somehow comforting to him. He had his place, the role meant for him.

The spanking went on, with Ashley's hand coming down in a steady rhythm. The spanking was relatively gentle. but he felt that, if she had wanted, she would have him howling with pain. He felt himself sinking deeper into the role of the submissive little boy. His bottom grew a bit hotter, but it was far from unbearable. He weirdly liked it, liked the feeling of being controlled and dominated by these strong, confident girls.

A few smacks later, Ashley stopped and petted his bottom. "Good boy," she said, her voice filled with a huge satisfaction. "Now, go to Chloe. It's her turn to help you atone."

Markie stumbled over to Chloe, his legs feeling like jelly. He was so turned on by this whole experience that he couldn't think straight. Chloe looked at him with a mock stern expression, her arms crossed.

"You know why we're doing this, right?" she asked him, her voice firm. Markie nodded, unable to find his voice. "You're here to apologize for the centuries of male domination. To show that you're willing to be a better person and treat us girls with the respect we deserve."

He nodded again, feeling a strange mix of guilt and arousal. How could these girls be so powerful, so authoritative? Chloe gestured for him to bend over her knee. He complied, his heart racing. She began to spank him, her hand landing with little smacks that made him squirm.

"Tell me you're sorry," she demanded. "Tell me you're sorry for all the men who hurt women."

Markie's voice was muffled by the cushion, but he managed to murmur, "I'm sorry." It felt so good to say it, to submit to her, to be the one who was wrong.

Chloe's spanking grew slightly harder, and Markie felt the tears coming. He couldn't hold them back anymore, and they spilled over his cheeks. It was not the pain, but the overwhelming feelings of the experience. He was crying openly now, his body shaking with sobs. But even through the tears, he felt a deep sense of belonging, like he was part of something greater than himself.

Chloe stopped and let him up. He stood before the three of them, his bottom warm, his eyes wet with tears.

"You've learned your lesson," Kayla said. "Now, it's time for your hug."

The girls engulfed him in a four-way hug.

"Good job, Markie," Kayla said, with a hint of pride in her voice. "You did well."

Markie straightened up, his eyes still wet but no longer sobbing, and rubbed her bottom unselfconsciously, almost forgetting he was naked in front of three younger girls. He looked up at his sister and her friends.

"You've learned your lesson, child," Kayla said. "Remember that Male Atonement Day is a national GPA holiday. Right now, I bet thousands of boys all over the country are naked like you, in front of GPA girls, with a pink bottom."

Mark imagined that and the idea made his penis bob up in excitement. The mental image of so many girls asserting their power over boys like him was amazing.

"Now, get dressed and go to your room and think about what you've learned today," Kayla added.

Markie nodded and got dressed under their gaze. Then he left the shed and shuffled off to his room, followed by the sound of joyous girlish laughter. He was feeling both humiliated and strangely content. He felt the warmth of their dominance, the comfort of their control.

As he lay on his bed, masturbating his little but very rigid penis, he couldn't help but wonder what else these girls had in store for him. Whatever it was, he knew that when they told him what to do, he would do it.

(The End)