Shelby

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Shelby

Well, here I am again. I don’t know what condition I have, amnesia maybe. I just don’t know. All of a sudden, I’m just here: wherever here happens to be. I call it waking up. It’s the best description I can give. I wonder if the others wake up like me. Sometimes they just appear as out of nowhere and sometimes I turn around and, POOF; they’re gone! I’ve gotten used to it over time.

I wonder who else is here? I know Shelby will be here. She’s always here. Let me tell you about Shelby: she’s 8 years old and in the second grade. She lives with her mom and dad at “home.” Home is where I play with her most of the time, but we also go other places too, like her school.

One time I woke up at her house at the beach on a rainy day. That was fun even though we stayed indoors, but only a few of our friends were with us then. Mary Ellen was there with her pretty blue vest and red and white striped dress. But Samantha, Rebecca and Kit apparently stayed home.

I hope Penny shows up. I like her. She’s Shelby’s best friend and I don’t know if I can recall a time when Penny wasn’t around. Penny’s also 8 years old and says that she’s known Shelby all her life.

I’ve known Shelby all my life too, except that I can’t remember much of it: maybe about a year. I’m 8 years old too. At least that’s what Shelby told me.

I wonder what we are going to play today? I like some games better than others. I like jungle exploring or going off into space. I don’t like tea parties, they’re boring. In fact, one time Shelby turned me into a girl! She made me wear a dress and jewelry and makeup and high heels. She even changed my name: I was Roberta. Normally I’m just Robby.

Oh-oh, this looks like the school. School is fun sometimes. I learn stuff. Sometimes her teacher, Ms. Bernstein teaches us and sometimes Shelby, herself, teaches the class. I wonder who will be teaching today?

As usual, I’m sitting in the front row next to Penny. Ashley, Gina, Teresa are here as well as some of the other girls in Shelby’s class. Every now and then, there’s a boy or two, but that’s rare.

Oh no, Elinor is going to be the teacher! I don’t like her. She’s rude to everybody. I don’t know why Shelby would let her be the teacher.

She started with, “Welcome class. I am your teacher Miss Elinor. Today we’re going to learn about plants. I want everyone to pay attention to me. Take out your paper and crayons; we’re going to draw pictures of flowers.”

This could be fun. I like coloring. So does Shelby and Penny and most of our other friends. I’m not particularly fond of flowers, so sometimes Shelby lets me draw horses instead. She likes my pictures of horses and it makes me feel good when she says that.

We were all looking at each other’s pictures and were saying how pretty all the flowers were. That’s when Miss Elinor said, “OK class, it’s time to show everyone your pictures of flowers.”

Each student got up, one by one, and showed the class her picture. Everyone said how nice they were and even applauded as each girl showed her picture.

Then it was my turn. I got up and showed my picture and everyone laughed at me. Shelby said, “Silly boy, that’s not a flower, it’s a house!”

I looked at it, and it had changed. I swear I was drawing a flower and now it’s a picture of a house. That happens to me sometimes. I get confused. I get embarrassed when it happens, and Shelby and the other girls laugh at me.

I don’t think Shelby is mean when she laughs, it doesn’t really hurt my feelings. I know she loves me otherwise why would she always be there when I’m awake. But it does embarrass me.

Sometimes some of the other girls, even Penny, do something funny and we all laugh at them too. Except for Shelby; she never does anything wrong.

Miss Elinor was angry, “Robby, you were supposed to draw a picture of a flower. Why did you draw a picture of a house?”

“I didn’t. I drew a picture of a flower.” I insisted. I knew what I drew; I don’t know how it turned into a house.

“Don’t lie to me Robby. That’s naughty. You know what happens to naughty boys.”

Penny raised her hand and said, “They get spanked.”

Miss Elinor smiled at her, “That’s right, Penny. We spank naughty boys. Now who wants to do the spanking?”

Every hand went up and a chorus of girlish voices broke out with “Me, me!”

“Shelby, you will do the honors. I will pull down his pants and make him get over my lap and you will spank him.”

Somehow this was inevitable. Whenever Shelby and I play, I almost always wind up getting spanked. Of course, I usually do something to deserve it.

I’ve heard about how some of the girls get spanked, but I’ve never seen one of them get it. Shelby’s always bragging about how she spanked so-and-so.

Shelby is usually the one to spank me although every now and then she’ll let one of the other girls do it. I was afraid that she’s let Miss Elinor spank me. I don’t know how that would go. I like when Shelby spanks me; she doesn’t hit hard and although it’s embarrassing especially with people watching, it’s also fun. She likes it and I like when I do something she likes.

Miss Elinor, the girl I hated the most, called me to the front of the class. She made be stand beside her and pulled my pants down. I was naked from the waist down and everybody could see. Now all the girls knew what boys look like; or at least this boy. They should. I’ve been spanked in front of the class before.

I don’t really know why I’m built like I am with that thing between my legs and I wonder if other boys look like me too. I don’t know what a girl looks like, but I sort of do. I don’t know how I know; I’ve never seen one naked. The girls never get naked. It’s always me that has to take his clothes off or have them taken off by one of the girls.

But when I was a girl at the tea party, I knew I was different. I never got the opportunity to lift my dress and look, though.

I got over Miss Elinor’s lap realizing that my rear end was facing the entire class. Shelby got up and stood beside me with a big smile on her face. In my position, I couldn’t actually see her smile, but I knew it was there and I could feel it.

Miss Elinor said, “Give him twenty five good ones. Girls, count them off.”

“Beat his ass like a drum, that is spank number one.” The class chanted.

Shelby drew back her hand and smacked me on my left butt cheek just in time with the word, “one.”

“Who’s his spanker, why it’s you, that is spank number two.”

Shelby smacked the other cheek on the word “two.”

“Spank him, spank him, spank with glee, that is spank number three.”

And so on until. “Spank him hard, my oh my, that is spank twenty five.”

Shelby, like all the girls, was fond of rhymes. They played rhyming games, whether it be to the cadence of a bouncing rubber ball or jumping rope or just clapping hands together in complicated patterns all the time. The games gave them good wrist reflexes for spanking. Shelby applied these complicated clapping patterns to spanking me.

To her, it wasn’t about punishing me. It was a game and she and the girls had fun. The girls in the class became part of the spanking by chanting her on.

Miss Elinor made me get up, face the class and put my hands on my head.

All of a sudden, I was back in Shelby’s bedroom. I don’t know how this happens. I must black out or something and people must carry me to where I wake up again.

Then again, sometimes I wonder if Shelby is god because she can make all these things happen.

It was just Shelby and Penny and me. None of the other girls came along. Also I had my clothes back on. She can change where I am or who is with us. Maybe she’s the one who changed my drawing.

Shelby’s mother came in. “Time to go Shelby,” she said.

“I don’t want to go. Robby was a bad boy at school and has to get a spanking. Do you want to spank him?”

“Maybe some other time, Shelby. But we have to go. We can’t keep the doctor waiting.”

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[In the office of Dr. Amanda Rhodes, PhD – Child psychiatrist]

“I’ve talked with Shelby,” the doctor said to Shelby’s parents. “There’s no need for concern. She’s doing well in school and gets along with her peers well. She seems to relate to her environment on par with any other 8-year-old.

Children of that age, particularly girls, have imaginary friends. It’s a phase they go through. It’s how some children deal with the world. It gives them a sense of control. If she weren’t getting along with her real friends or had difficulties dealing with things happening in her life, I’d be concerned, but there is no indication of any problems in that area.

Usually girls choose friends of the same gender so the fact that Penny is prominent isn’t a surprise. The fact that Robby is part of her life is rarer but isn’t unheard of. She’s just working out her gender identification. Every one of us, even adults, is curious as to how the ‘Other Side’ lives. Call it a harmless experiment. It doesn’t mean much. She’ll work it out in her own time. As long as she has good male and female role models in her life, she will do just fine.”

[Robby]

I must be sleeping. I wonder when Shelby will wake me up to play with her again.

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