The Conversation

By Adrianne Bloom
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Carolyn

Hi Janice.

My mum said that you were looking for me yesterday, but I had my music lesson. What was that all about?

Oh it’s a long story but you really missed some fun.

Yes, my mum said that a load of girls the twins age and their mums were all outside and one of the twins asked if I was home.

Oh we had such good fun, what a shame you missed it all. Let me tell you all about it. You know that horrible boy Giles the one at number 44?

Of course I do, he’s the only boy of that age around, he’s just a bit older than the twins isn’t he?

Yes, a bit older, he’s twelve I think, in between the twins and us.

How old are the twins now?

Eleven. Anyway, you know that almost the whole fleet is at sea at the moment and there’s no men around?

Oh I wish my dad would come home.

I know, but at least you have a dad to come home.

Oh I’m so sorry Corolyn that was tactless of me.

Don’t worry, I’ve sort of got used to it now. I know that my mum is frustrated though, she’s really taking it out on me and even the twins sometimes.

Not the twins, I thought they could do no wrong.

Well that’s true in mum’s eyes; but they’re just as naughty as you and me really. Anyway back to the story.

Oh yes.

Well sometimes the twins feel sorry for Giles because he has no one around here to play with and yesterday they were playing cowboys and Indians with him up in the woods. They hadn’t come home for ages and I was beginning to get worried so I went to look for them. Well I found them. They were both tied to a tree in a dreadful state with their skirts hitched up and their little panties pulled down to their ankles.

He’d pulled their panties down?

Yes, right down. But it wasn’t just that, Giles had just walked away and left them like that. They were desperate, their wrists had been tied really tight and, where they had tried to get loose, they had pulled on the ropes and their poor wrists were sore and almost bleeding.

Oh the bastard, what a bully.

Yes I know. So I took them home, comforted them as best I could and told mum. She was livid I can tell you. “Just you wait till I get hold of that horrid boy” she said “I’ll teach him to treat my twins like that.” Well I left her nursing the twins, I was not going to let him get away with it either, and I went looking for him.

Did you find him?

Oh yes, he was making his way back to the woods again; but this must have been a half hour later.

So he’d left them there all that time?

I assumed so, at least I hoped he was going back to let them go. I was really cross and I plied into him as soon as I saw him. I’ll bet he didn’t expect to see me just then. I got hold of his ear, twisted it and told him that my mother was very angry and that she wanted to see him. Then, still holding him by the ear, I marched him back to our house. You should have seen him. I’m quite a bit taller than he is and he was really struggling. He must have felt so silly being led along by the ear through the whole quarters by a girl not much older.

Oh I bet, and because he’s the only boy around, I know that all the women are on his case the whole time asking him if he’s been naughty, if he needs a smacked bottom, that sort of thing and what they would do if they got hold of him. Did anybody see him?

Only a couple of the Baxter kids playing on the swings, oh and sergeant Cordite doing his rounds; but none of that matters as there’s lots more juicy stuff to come.

I can’t wait, tell me more.

So I get Giles to my house and there’s mum still fussing over the twins. I told her that I had the kid that had abused the twins and that he wanted to say sorry.

“Sorry!” My mum fumed. “He will be sorry when I’ve finished with him. I’m going to make sure that he never ever abuses girls again. What this boy needs is a damn good spanking and I’m going to make sure he gets it.”

Well my mum really knows how to spank I can tell you, and for a moment I started to feel sorry for him; but then I thought, hell no this kid really deserves it and I’m going to make sure that he gets it good.

What was his reaction when he knew he was going to be spanked?

Oh you know, he was squirming, trying to find something to say, telling my mum he didn’t mean it and that he wasn’t going to leave them there; but it was plain to see, my sisters didn’t tie themselves up to a tree or pull their own panties down. There was nothing he could say really and my mother told him so and that he was going to be thoroughly spanked and that he was going to get it on his bare bottom.

On the bare? Well that’s only fair; I mean he did pull the twin’s panties down.

Oh yes and you should have seen their reaction when they heard that, not whining little ninnies anymore, oh no, they were jubilant, grins all over their little faces, giggling away. Anyway, mum made him take off his shoes and socks then told him to take down his shorts and underpants. “Oh do I have to, not in front of the twins and Carolyn, please Mrs. Wilson” he pleaded; but mum was adamant. “You address me as Petty Officer Wilson, is that clear young man?”

Petty Officer, oh yes of course your mum is the PE instructor isn’t she? That’s why she’s not overseas, she training all the new recruits.

Yes since dad was killed the Navy’s been good to mum, they promoted her so that we could keep the house and we wouldn’t have to move.

That means she outranks Giles’ dad then I think.

Yes, he’s just an Engineering Technician and mum used that to put Giles in his place. So there he was shyly taking his pants down with his back turned to us but mum told him to turn around and face us. He did but he still had his hands over his bits. “Come on boy, don’t be shy” mum said “put your hands on your head.” He did this very reluctantly because he was only wearing a very short tee-shirt and when it raised all his bits were showing. You should have seen him all red faced, eyes down, he even brought his knees together, I suppose he thought that made it better somehow. Well I’ve seen a boy’s willy before but I don’t suppose that the twins have. If they were giggling before, they were chuckling openly now.

What was it like?

What his willy? Do you mean was it big or anything? No not really, Roger Bannister’s is bigger.

You’ve seen Roger Bannisters willy?

I’ve stroked Roger Bannister’s willy, till it came. No Giles was a bit pathetic to be honest, he is only twelve. No it was nice and neat, circumcised, quite long but not fat. Mum told him to get the piano stool from under the piano and put it opposite the window in the centre of the wall. This gave us all a better chance to see all his bits and they looked so funny wobbling while he moved; the twins thought it very amusing. Well, then mum turned him around to face the stool and started rolling his tee-shirt up his back tight beneath his armpits. To see his little white bottom like that all exposed was lovely, especially knowing it was about to get a really good spanking.

Did it look sexy?

Oh come of it Janice, we’re talking about a twelve year old boy here; do you think I’d find a twelve year old sexy? No he just looked very cute, vulnerable, a bit pathetic really. I felt sorry for him knowing what it’s like to be spanked by mum and there was his bottom sort of waiting for it really. I wondered what was going through his head. I knew he had no idea what it was going to be like but I bet he hoped it wasn’t going to be as bad as I knew it would be. He was going to be in for a shock, that’s for sure.

Had you ever seen a boy being spanked before?

No and that’s the point. I’d seen the twins loads of times, they always manage to get spanked together somehow and they’ve seen me. Mum always spanks on the bare and usually makes sure that someone else is watching. It’s generally only me watching the twins; but I’ve been spanked in front of Uncle George loads of times, Mrs. Spencer next door, mum called her in especially to watch, Uncle George just always happens to be there at the time; oh and Warrant Officer Churchill, you know when he caught us both in his greenhouse that time.

I just got grounded then.

Yes, well a boy’s bottom is different to a girl’s, it’s not as wide, it’s rounder, harder, and perkier if that’s the right word. It looks like it needs to be spanked, it asks for it somehow, and I just hoped than mum was going to use a hairbrush and I could imagine it slapping down on the white flesh and it getting sore.

Did your mum use a hairbrush?

She usually does but wait for it; I’m coming to that. So mum then told me to gather up all his clothes and take them upstairs where he could not get them easily. “He’s going to remain naked like that until we let him go” she said, “Oh and get the hairbrush while you’re there”. So I asked which one and she replied, “The ebony one, you know the big black hard one”

Oh my.

Believe me, that brush packs a vicious sting. Well I knew that he was listening to this conversation so to make him fully aware of what was in store for him I said, “Oh but mother that one stings so dreadfully, it just hurts so much”. Well that is the general idea Carolyn, was mum’s reaction. Then one of the twins piped up with “I can’t wait to watch him squirming under that hairbrush” and the other said “Well I can’t wait to watch his bare bottom turning bright, bright red.”

Oh those twins, he must have felt really nervous when he heard that.

Yes, but that’s not all because my mum then told the twins that, if they wanted to make themselves really useful, that they should call on their friends Betty and her mum Mrs. McAlister, Ann and Mrs. Goddard, to tell them what we were doing and see if they wanted to come and watch. That’s when I suggested that they also call on you.

Oh dear and I missed it. I’d have been over here like a shot.

So I went upstairs with his clothes and to get the hairbrush but before I went out the room I heard mum telling him to stay exactly where he was with his hands on his head and to not move a muscle. Then she said that if she was going to punish his naughty bottom properly that she ought to change into something more comfortable.

So what was she wearing?

Well this is it; I couldn’t understand why she needed to change either, just a summer frock. Anyway, I rushed upstairs, dumped his clothes on top of a wardrobe, grabbed the hairbrush and hurried downstairs because I wanted to take advantage of his predicament. I could see him on my way down the stairs, he was facing me and we made eye contact. I was holding the hairbrush and I made an expression of now you’re for it, slapped it against the palm of my other hand and then winced making a big show of how much it hurt, blowing on my palm, all that stuff.

Oh good show.

Then I went up to him, whispered loudly close to his ear that mother had told him not to move and that he’d better not. I tapped the hairbrush on his bare bum a few times while whispering things like: “feel that, can you feel how much this is going to sting, can you imagine being over my mum’s knee while she brings this down hard and fast? She spanks hard my mum, really hard, she won’t stop until your blubbering you know and then she’ll just spank you harder and faster. Can you imagine what it will be like with all those ladies and little girls watching you, you’ll be crying and squirming but she’ll hold you down real tight and with your bottom high in the air where we all can see and you’ll be able to do nothing at all except endure it. We’re going to have such fun?” While I was saying this I’d brought my hand round the front and got hold of his balls. He gasped a bit when I first put my hand there, then I noticed that his cock was getting bigger. Well I wasn’t going to miss an opportunity like this so I brought the hairbrush around to the front and really got to work on the underside of his willy with the bristles. It was getting bigger and bigger. Then, and I’m proud of this bit of poetry, I told him that mother believes that all the trouble from naughty boys stems from this bit of meat down here and that if it didn’t grow like this we girls wouldn’t have any trouble from them and, when she sees this, she’s going to be sure to spank him as hard as she can. He was almost crying at this stage and gasping as I brushed his cock, especially when I concentrated on the top circumcised bit.

You’re so cruel, but I love it. What happened then, did you make him come?

Oh no, I made sure of that, I just wanted him to have a massive boner when everyone arrived to make him even more embarrassed. Well then I heard mum coming down and had to stop anyway. Then all the others started to arrive, what a hullabaloo they all made; such eagerness, all the girls were giggling nervously, even Mrs. Goddard couldn’t wait to get in and feast her eyes on the naughty boy, I think she had glimpsed him from outside as they went passed the window. The only calm one was Mrs. McAlister; calm she was sinister. I noticed that she’d also brought Cathy along and she had that dreadful tawse thing in her hand.

Tawse?

Yes, you know that horrible heavy three tailed strap that Betty has told us about that she spanks Cathy and her with.

Oh is that what it’s called?

Yes, I’m sure it’s something like that. Well once everybody was comfortable, we had to bring some dining room chairs in and put them under the window to get the best view and mum suggested that we open the window so that everyone outside could hear, we got started.

What had your mum changed into?

Oh yes, that’s the best bit. She’d put on her PE instructors kit, you know the short navy blue gym nickers and the pale blue vest including her Petty Officer’s insignia.

She does look good in that kit, powerful; it shows off her figure nicely.

Yes and her muscles, she’s a very strong lady. So, she got Giles to turn around and I’ll never forget the expression on his face with all those ladies looking at him. He turned really slowly, he attempted to bring his hands down but mum told him to leave them where they were. Then he was full frontal with his cock sticking up like a barber’s pole. I swear it had grown even more since I left it; but I still felt so proud of what I’d started.

There was a gasping noise, mostly from Mrs. Goddard I think, she could not believe her eyes. All the young girls twittered like little birds, nervously I suppose. Apart from me and the adults, Cathy, because she’s quite a bit older, was probably the only one there that had ever seen a boy’s willy before and even then maybe never a boner like that. Mum and Mrs. McAlister were the only ones who were stoic about it.

“Well” said mum, “it looks like someone is expecting to enjoy this.”

“I know” said Mrs. McAlister, the others just continued to gasp and giggle. “I think we should do something about this, don’t you” she continued, “what do you suggest?”

“I see you have brought the strap along with you;” mum said, “let’s give him a taste of that. How does ten strokes to each hand sound to you?”

“Perfect, that should knock the pride out of him.”

“Well he certainly needs it”.

I had never seen anyone strapped on their hands before, not even at school.

Oh I’ve been strapped at school, it hurts; but I’ve only ever had two or three strokes. Ten would be very difficult to endure.

Well I was hoping that Giles was just going to get put across mum’s lap in that state with his erect cock, especially when she was wearing shorts and had bare thighs, just to see what happened. I didn’t want a strapping to effect what I’d achieved. Giles was made to stand there, his arms outstretched, one hand over the other, while Mrs. McAlister did the strapping. She gave all ten to each hand without a break. She was very cruel in the way that she made him retain eye contact and keep his hands outstretched throughout and she was vicious in the way that she started with the strap over her shoulder and powered it forth with all her might. I could see that Giles was finding it difficult; he couldn’t keep his arms outstretched after the third and Mrs. McAlister was admonishing him for this poor display. The twins loved it, I could hear them laughing and sneering when he could not take it. But mostly I was interested in his cock and I kept my eyes glued to that part of his anatomy. I could see it quite clearly standing up at first and it wobbled and twitched with each stroke, but sadly it withered as the strapping proceeded. By the end it was back to its normal size.

How did he endure the ten strokes?

Oh poorly, he was in tears by the end, so mum made him stand in the corner facing the wall while he recovered. It gave us all another chance to look at his bare bottom and everyone was making comments about how white it looked and how soon it would be nice and red. “Red” my mum said, “I expect it to be black and blue”. Mrs. Goddard rather liked it the way it was. I think she must have a bit of a soft spot for Giles, and said what a pity it would be to spoil its nice soft shape. The twins just continued giggling; they hadn’t stopped since he’d been stripped at the beginning. Giles was just sobbing away in the corner waving his hands around or nursing them under his armpits. But eventually he calmed and mum took him over her lap for his spanking. At first he was trying to be so cool and putting on a brave face, but once the first spank arrived; you should have seen the look of surprise on his face, I’ll bet he couldn’t believe something could hurt so much. He became frantic: clutching at her legs, hammering on the floor, his legs were flailing around and he was begging her to stop. It went on for ages and mum was remorseless the whole time. She took no notice of his cries or his pleading; she just kept on spanking away as hard as she could until she was done. I think that everyone breathed a sigh of relief when it was over.

Not least of all Giles, I’ll bet.

Well then mum made him go to each of us in turn to say his was sorry for the way he treated young girls, that he was nothing but a bully and that he would mend his ways. He could hardly speak, he was sobbing bitterly, all red faced and shaking like a leaf, sort of dancing on the spot as he moved. When he got to Mrs. McAlister she wanted to be sure that all the pride had been knocked out of him so she lifted his cock and made as if she was weighing it in the palm of her hand. He was stooped anyway, but this made him almost curl up.

Oh it sounds like great fun. What a shame I missed it.

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