It's Not Fair 2
By Crimson Kid
crimsnkidck@yahoo.com
Copyright 2015 by Crimson Kid, all rights reserved
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of sexual activity
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Note
from the editor (Cassie):
This is a letter in the It's Not Fair series, set in the Puericil Universe.
The author has added a response from a "guest editor," the same
character he used in his "It Sure Is Fun!" letters (Doctor Almeda
McMichael). I have added it as an independent story. It would make
little sense to make it part of my INF series, since I haven't written
any part of it.
For the record, any author who is interested is invited to write "It's
Not Fair" letters, either writing the editor's response or letting me
write it. Both approaches work perfectly well for me!
"IT'S NOT FAIR! LETTER #2" by the Crimson
Kid
(Christian, age 13)
Dear
"It's Not Fair!" Editor,
Okay, so I
was a little disrespectul, okay maybe more than a little, to my cousin
Ramona, who's
twelve years old, and her "BFF" (best friend forever, it's a girl
saying)
Vanessa, who's only eleven.
The thing
is, I just didn't want to have to stay at their house, with all of us
being babysat
by my cousin Katrice, who's sixteen and really pretty (long blonde
hair, very nice
body, cheerleading co-captain, I'm mature enough to notice it when a
girl is "hot,"
even if she's my first cousin), but my parents, her parents (our
mothers are sisters)
and Vanessa's parents all went on this week-long trip to Atlantic City,
so Ramona
(who's Katrice's little sister), Vanessa and myself all had to stay at
my Aunt Judith's
house under Katrice's supervision.
My mother
gave in to Aunt Judith's blathering about her household being "a place
where
males are kept under strict control," even though there are no boys
living
there, my Uncle Jasper being the only male in their home. It turned out
that Aunt
Judith's daughters, Katrice and Vanessa, were taught by her to "assert
their
natural feminine authority and superiority over all boys," even though
they
didn't have any brothers, because they did have one male cousin nearby,
which was
me, of course.
Mom let Aunt
Judith, who's her big sister, bully her into agreeing that I'd be
subject to all
that "Conservative Resurgence" stuff about "boys being kept under
strict control by corporal correction and butt-naked embarrassment" for
that
whole week, with Katrice being what her mother called "Christian's
strict spankmistress"--I
sure didn't like the way that sounded, plus how it made Ramona and
Vanessa giggle
with glee neither, but my mother simply shrugged her shoulders and
agreed to Aunt
Judith's demand that Katrice would have "full nude punitive privileges"
over me.
When I tried
to protest to Mom, she just told me, "If you're a well-behaved boy and
obey
Katrice like you're supposed to, acting like a polite, considerate
guest in Aunt
Judith's house and being nice to Ramona and Vanessa, you won't have to
be disciplined
at all. I'm certain that Katrice won't be looking for excuses to
correct your behavior,
after all." Both Aunt Judith and Katrice agreed that good behavior on
my part
would keep my "bouncy boyish buns," as Aunt Judith called them,
"clothed,
cool and comfortable," which is how my mother said she hoped they would
stay
for the whole week.
Yes, I have
to say that I was pushy and maybe even rude toward my younger cousin
and her friend,
even though normally I liked Ramona a whole lot, she was almost as
good-looking
as her big sister and was going to be even better-looking than her in a
few years,
I thought at the time (and still do). I didn't know Vanessa all that
well, she was
only a sixth grader, but she was cute for being so young, she looked
sort of Italian
with short, curly black hair and what my mother called an "olive
complexion."
Why wasn't I nicer to them, after all they started out being pretty
sweet to me,
you might wonder, but I suppose it was just that I didn't like the
whole situation
so I foolishly took it out on those two girls.
Katrice had
warned me a couple of times about being "courteous and friendly" to
Ramona
and Vanessa, but at night on the second day of our being together I
sassed her,
saying that she should mind her own business, after the third time that
she lectured
me about "mistreating" the younger girls.
Well, in no
time flat I found myself stripped totally bare-naked, with two females
who weren't
even teenagers yet watching and grinning while my clothes were removed,
not gently
either, by Katrice, who was seriously annoyed with me. Then she told
her little
sister to "Bring me the 'Naughty-Boy Seat-Smacker' from Mom's closet
right
away, I'm going to teach your cousin a very long, blistering-hard
lesson about respecting
his betters." I did put up a little resistance, but not too much, when
I was
put across Katrice's thighs with my bare behind bent over her knee and
sticking
up high, in perfect position for her to wallop. If I tried to fight her
too much,
I realized, she'd simply get angrier and punish me even worse than she
was already
planning to.
Boy, did she
ever plaster my poor unprotected hind end with that "Naughty-Boy
Seat-Smacker"
(the bright red block lettering on its back labeled it that way) which
turned out
to be a sturdy wooden paddle, obviously designed for whacking a guy's
rump--it was
only a touch longer and wider but quite a bit thicker than a ping-pong
paddle, varnished
smoothly and had around a dozen small holes on its hard, flat striking
surface.
She really let me have it, swinging that "Seat-Smacker" really hard and
cracking it across my buttcheeks right on top of "the bottom of my
bottom,"
which is how Ramona described the target area for most of those
stinging, fiery-hot
paddywhacks when she and Vanessa finally managed to stop giggling for a
moment while
I kicked and yelled.
It didn't
take very long at all before I started sobbing, then only a minute or
so later I
was outright crying--I know it sounds pretty little-kidlike, but
Katrice just wouldn't
stop paddling my bare rear end with so much force, she was totally
plastering those
"chubby cheekies," as she called them, about once every five seconds
with
her "Naughty-Boy Seat-Smacker," and boy, oh boy, did it ever hurt! By
the time my older cousin finally finished spanking me on my bare behind
(Vanessa
told me afterward that I got it "truly hard and steady" for over ten
minutes),
I was bawling like a baby and not even worrying about how childish I
looked, which
I did end up thinking about a lot during my so-called "cornertime."
So then I
had to stand in one corner of the living room, while I was still
sniffling, with
my hands locked at waist level behind me and my nose touching right
where the two
walls met. Naturally, this caused my smarting, red-hot hind end to push
out backward,
something which made Ramona and Vanessa "simper like silly schoolgirls"
(which they were, after all), as Katrice put it, but she was chuckling
a great deal
herself, and all three of them were teasing me about how dark red and
glowing my
buttcheeks were and how much it must've felt "like there's a bonfire
blazing
on that cute caboose of yours," again according to my older cousin.
Once my
ass-thrashing had started, I'd stopped thinking about how embarrasing
the whole
situation was to me, but during my twelve minutes of "cornertime,"
being
teased so much by all three females, a feeling of being completely
humbled came
over me. (I wasn't allowed to say anything back either, but then again
I didn't
feel like talking anyway. What was I going to tell them, that I hadn't
cried like
a toddler and wasn't standing totally nude in the corner like a
spanked-by-his-mommy
kindergartener, with my poor walloped hiney throbbing big-time while
teardrops still
trickled down my face?)
Well, maybe
I did deserve that bare-assed paddling over Katrice's knee, and even
having to remain
stark-naked until bedtime for the rest of the night, but here's the
"It's Not
Fair!" part of my punishment: For the rest of the week, so that I would
"learn
to admire and adore the superior, more mature feminine gender," in
Katrice's
words, I was sentenced to play "Double Smacks" with the two younger
girls
every night, for the hour just before our bedtime. (Since it was summer
vacation,
we were allowed to stay up until eleven o'clock p.m.)
How do you
play "Double Smacks," you may wonder, so here are the basic rules:
Playing
it Katrice's way, it requires two females, each dressed in her
nightgown but also
wearing a thong panty, and one bare-bottomed (in my case totally nude)
male. One
of the females lies prone (on her tummy, that means) on a bed with a
couple of pillows
under her hips, to kind of lift up her rear end, with her nightgown
pulled up to
waist level. The male must assume what's called the "presenting
position"
just behind her (while stradling her legs), which means being on all
fours with
his naked hind end pushed up high and head down low with his back
"arched downward"--his
arms reach up around the female's waist while his face touches the
lowest part of
her bare-cheeked behind. The second female stands behind the male, in
position to
swat his sticking-up buttcheeks with a full swing of some spanking
implement--in
our case it was the "Naughty-Boy Seat-Smacker," of course.
Katrice assigned
"thirty smacks per cheek" to begin with for our "Double Smacks"
games, which started out with Vanessa in the prone position on the
king-sized bed
in the master bedroom, me (always, since I'm the boy) in "presenting
position"
behind her and Ramona standing behind me facing my left hip, holding
the paddle's
handle in her right hand.
Once Katrice
announced, "Start smacking!", I had to give Vanessa's left-side
"beautiful
bumcheek" a soft, affectionate and "lingering" kiss, just above her
thigh on the plumpest part of her exposed buttock round. When finished,
I'd have
to count out "One-left, ma'am," after lifting up my face just a touch.
Immediately after that, Ramona would plaster my own left buttcheek on
the same basic
spot with the wooden paddle, swinging with close to full force, after
which I had
to count out "One-left, ma'am," once again while my hiney was smarting.
Then I'd shift over a tad to Vanessa's lower right nether cheek,
kissing it "sweetly
and lovingly," after which I'd count out "One-right, ma'am," followed
by Ramona paddywhacking me oh-so-solidly on my plump right undercheek,
which I would
count out ("One-right, ma'am") afterward.
Once I'd given
Vanessa's "beautiful bumcheeks" sixty "sweet-smacks," thirty
per cheek, and received the same amount of "sting-smacks" on my
"impudent
asscheeks" (these are Katrice's exact words which I'm using in
quotation marks
here, in case you're wondering) from Ramona blistering my bare behind,
which I was
required to keep sticking upward and backward (her big sister stood on
my right
and pressed down on my waist to make me hold that "presenting
position")
to give her a perfect paddling target, the girls switched places. By
then, my rear
end was fiery-hot and teardrops were brimming in my eyes, but luckily I
was allowed
a couple of minutes to "compose yourself, Christian," by Katrice.
The second
part of our "Double Smacks" game would have me kissing my younger
cousin's
bare "beautiful bumcheeks" while my own naked "impudent asscheeks"
were paddywhacked really hard by her girlfriend, swinging the
"Seat-Smacker."
Because Vanessa is left-handed, she stood to my right while Katrice was
on my left,
making me stay in proper position.
There's one
other tricky part, because if the girl getting her "beautiful
bumcheeks"
kissed my me thought that one of my "sweet-smacks" was "not
affectionate
enough," as Katrice put it, she could say so as soon as the
"sting-smack"
afterward had cracked against my "impudent asscheeks." When that
happened,
I got a half-dozen more extra-hard paddleswats, three on each naked
buttcheek, before
we continued with the game. Why was one particular fanny-kiss
considered to be "not
affectionate enough," I couldn't tell, except if it was too short or
not too
gentle perhaps, but somehow I ended up getting "a six-pack of extras,"
which is what Katrice called them, at least three times during each
part of "Double
Smacks" we played. All three females giggled with glee whenever that
happened
to me, so I'm guessing those extra whacks were planned to take place.
The weird
thing is that pressing my lips against the cute curve of a young girl's
soft, white
hiney turned out to be a nice feeling by itself. If it wasn't so
embarrassing to
do it, having to kind of worship the bare bottom of my cousin and also
her friend,
plus if I hadn't gotten a real "sting-smack" with the paddle right
afterward
from the other girl each time I planted a soft smooch, so I ended up
crying a whole
lot while my rear end felt like there were fireworks exploding on
it--well, then
I might not have minded kissing those girlish "beautiful bumcheeks,"
not
at all.
Katrice wouldn't
listen to my "It's Not Fair!" argument that I shouldn't have to play
"Double
Smacks" will the younger girls every evening, she told me that playing
once
a day was making me treat Ramona and Vanessa nicely and also act
respectful to her.
Since it was impossible for me to feel superior to girls whose fannies
I had to
kiss sweetly as they took turns plastering my own bare behind with the
"Naughty-Boy
Seat-Smacker" while I ended up bawling like a baby, Katrice was right
about
that. All three females really treated me pretty sweetly during the
daytime, yet
they did sort of gloat and smirk a whole lot, especially the younger
girls, so they
were probably thinking about the affection I'd be giving their
"beautiful bumcheeks"
that night, not to mention the punishment they'd be delivering on top
of my "impudent
asscheeks."
At least Katrice
did rub cool, soothing aloe cream onto my big-time smarting seat at
bedtime each
night, right after I'd finished playing "Double Smacks" with Ramona and
Vanessa, but it didn't keep me from still feeling really sore back
there. We ended
up playing seven games total, starting on Sunday evening and going all
the way through
to the next Saturday night--our parents finally arrived back home on
Sunday afternoon,
nine days after they'd left, and was I ever glad to see them.
Here's the
problem I'm facing now: The three sets of parents, especially the
women--Mom, Aunt
Judith and Vanessa's mother--had such a terrific time that they're
planning on a
return trip during the week of Thanksgiving, since they got lucky and
won something
like six thousand dollars while gambling to pay for another trip. (My
mother's kind
of an expert at a card game called "Texas Hold'em.") Katrice will be
babysitting
Ramona, Vanessa and me again for that week, which she'll get paid for
doing, and
she's already told everybody that she's going to be "totally proactive
about
keeping Christian respectful to all of us young ladies."
When I asked
her later, in private, if that meant another week of me having to play
"Double
Smacks" with Ramona and Vanessa every night, with them getting the
"sweet-smacks"
from my lips but me being bare-naked and taking all those
"sting-smacks"
with them swinging that wicked paddle, she only grinned and then asked,
"Come
on, what do you think, my dear cousin?"
Katrice just
chuckled when I told her, "It's Not Fair!"
[Response
from the "Boy Stuff" magazine's
guest editor of this column:
Christian,
there's an old saying about your current situation: "You've made your
own bed,
now you've got to lie in it." You didn't heed your older cousin (and
babysitter)
Katrice's warnings about treating your younger cousin and her
girlfriend with proper
consideration, then you were highly disrespectful to your babysitter
herself. Exactly
what did you expect her response to your blatantly impertinent
misconduct would
be, anyway?
You richly
deserved that fully nude paddling with the "Naughty-Boy Seat-Smacker"
which you underwent across Katrice's thighs, with Ramona and Vanessa
being allowed
to watch--I'm certain that it hurt your naked hiney a great deal, as it
was intended
to, but that's how a spanking is supposed to function, after all. I'm
gratified
that you felt "completely humbled" by having to do cornertime
afterward,
while all three of those females were looking at your "dark red and
glowing"
bare bottom and teasing you about your childish reaction to being so
soundly chastised,
because learning humility, especially in dealing with his womenfolk, is
something
that's expected of every underage boy these days.
Since you're
apparently not taking Puericil, which would result in your becoming
more compliant
to feminine authority and superior maturity, being required to
regularly play "Double
Smacks" with Ramona and Vanessa obviously was an excellent substitute
for the
medication's effect--it broke down your arrogant male ego via extreme
embarrassment,
featuring even some degree of humiliation, so that you were able to
treat all three
females with the courtesy they deserved for the rest of the week.
Did playing
"Double Smacks" leave you with an exceptionally sore, smarting seat and
a tearstained face, Christian? I'm certain that it did, but masculine
posteriors
have been designed by the Sacred Feminine to absorb plenty of
stinging-hot, blistering-hard
corporal correction. Your exposed rump is exceptionally resilient,
which is why
it recovered from those extended, every-evening paddlings and 'bounced
back' strongly
to easily endure additional severe spanking--that's precisely what
Mother Nature
has always intented it to do, so you should be gratified at your
ability to endure
the continuous corporal correction which you deserve, need and (I'm
quite certain)
subconsciously desire.
I believe
that you should eagerly embrace your punitive fate as a positive factor
in developing
into a contributing masculine member of society. Tell Ramona and
Vanessa how cutely
'kissable' their sweet derrieres are, plus that you're looking forward
to playing
"Double Smacks" with them again and hoping that they'll spank you very
soundly in every game. I'd even recommend your asking Katrice to start
the week
out with you undergoing another strenuous nude session with the
"Naughty-Boy
Seat-Smacker" over her knee, simply to put you in the proper boyish
frame of
mind to respect and obey her.
Whether you'll
be able to realize it or not at the time, Christian, you're going to
have plenty
to be thankful for during the whole week of Thanksgiving--which
obviously will end
up also being "Spanksgiving" for the three young ladies you'll be
staying
with.
Sincerely,
Doctor
Almeda McMichael]
(The End)