It Sure is Fun!
By Crimson Kid
crimsnkidck@yahoo.com
Copyright 2013 by Crimson Kid, all rights reserved
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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
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This is a letter from one
preteen girl to another about her older male cousin being spanked nude with her
watching, then a response by a psychologist. Set in the Puericil Universe.
“IT SURE IS FUN!”
June 21, 2013
Dear BFF Amanda,
I’m sure that my cousin Redmond, we
all call him “Reddy” in my family, will be writing another letter to “It’s Not Fair!”
about how I managed to get him spanked by both Lyrica (my big sister who’s 14 years
old) and my mother (she’s real old, like almost forty), saying how it was so unfair
that he got his bare hiney blistered twice in front of me, even though he’s 15 while
I’m only 11, for a mistake that I made. (Except that it wasn’t really a mistake,
I just outsmarted and tricked him.)
Getting Reddy spanked, good and long
and hard, and giggling at his being so “embarrassed at being bare-assed,” to put
it the way my mother does, I don’t care if it’s fair or not…Because it sure is fun!
Besides, I’m a girl, which means that
I get to watch boys get stripped bare-naked and butt-blistered until they’re bawling
like babies. It sure is fun to tease Reddy whenever he’s standing in the corner,
crying like a kindergarten baby but not allowed to rub his glowing, dark red rear
end. He has to keep his nose touching against both walls, which makes his cute spanked
bottom stick out quite a bit, but he’s not allowed to say anything. If he does,
he’ll just get another fanny-tanning, even longer and harder than the one he already
got.
But I can talk to him all I want, and
I can tease him so that the cheeks on his face turn nearly as red as the ones on
his behind, he gets so embarrassed and angry.
I told him this while he was still sobbing
a little: “Wow, Reddy, I can sure tell how you got your nickname, because your chubby
caboose (that’s what my mother likes to call his hiney, especially when “It’s spanking
time,” as she always says when he’s in trouble) is really shining bright, just like
a stop light.” I giggled at him, but he didn’t dare move his nose away from touching
the corner. “Mom sure walloped you plenty hard with her rubber strap, she had you
howling like a banshee over her knee…That’s what Aunt Carol would say, wouldn’t
she, howling like a banshee? (I don’t really know what a banshee’s supposed to sound
like, but Reddy howled awfully loud while my mother was strapping him.) Mom told
me that Aunt Carol is certain to give you a really good licking herself, once she
finds out what you did, spying on me in the shower, and Mom’s going to ask her to
do it here, right in front of her, Lyr and me. That will be your third big-time,
bare-bottom blistering today, because Lyr is going to take you across her lap and
fix your little red wagon with the lexan paddle right after this cornertime is over
with.”
You know what else is so much fun about
bare-naked spankings, since it’s only guys who ever get them? There’s all those
cute sayings about naughty boys being spanked, like “being marched out to the woodshed,”
“getting an old-fashioned country licking,” “taking a red-hot trip to Sorebottom
City” (Lyr likes that one a lot), and “fixing your little red wagon” (Mom uses that
one). Reddy starts sniffling as soon as he hears any of those things said to him,
then he hears another nice one if my mother’s going to tan his bare fanny, because
she tells him “I’m going to give you something to really cry about, young man, starting
right now!” Boy, you should see the look on his face whenever she says that to him,
and it happens to him a whole lot.
I’m not allowed to interfere with Reddy’s
cornertime, not by touching anyway, except that I can give his fiery-looking, sore
bottom a quick pat, which is what I did then. “Ohhhh, you’re so hot on this shiny
red rump, I’m betting that it must really sting and burn back there,” I told him,
then I giggled. “Paddling time’s coming up right away, Reddy honey, so get ready
to do lots more kicking and crying over Lyr’s knees.” I gave his cute caboose one
more pat, then I walked away. I was kind of wishing that he’d say something to me,
because that would earn him another spanking from my mother, but he must have remembered
getting a double punishment for doing that last week when he was visiting us, so
he didn’t talk back even though I was teasing him a whole lot. “What a bummer!”
Mom would say, because she thinks it’s cool to talk like they do on TV programs
like “That 70s Show” about the good old days, which is what she calls them.
It was really clever, the way I tricked
Reddy into getting a bare-naked spanking, just like Lyr does a lot of the time.
We were both swimming in the pool, then after awhile he said that he’d have to get
out soon because he had to pee, but he was going to swim ten laps first. While he
was doing that, I got out of the pool, dried off and went to the upstairs bathroom,
the one he has to use when he’s visiting us. I took off my bathing suit after I
got into the bathtub, but I hung the suit beneath a towel which I put on the rack
next to the tub, so Reddy wouldn’t see it right away, and I left the door not quite
closed, so it would swing open a little when he knocked on it.
When he got there and called out “Anybody
in here?” I was real quiet behind the closed shower curtain, so to Reddy the bathroom
looked empty when the door swung open. Once he came inside, I grabbed the towel
to cover myself before I started screaming “Get out of here! Mom, Reddy’s peeping
at me in the bathtub, make him go away, I’m bare-naked!” Both my mother and Lyr
came running, just in time to see Reddy leaving the bathroom in a huge hurry. Of
course, he tried to explain that it was just an honest mistake and he hadn’t seen
me undressed, but Mom believed my story, which was that I told him I was about to
take a shower and so he had to wait, but he tried to sneak in.
Last week I was teasing Reddy about
how bright red his fanny was, after he was strapped really long and hard by my mother,
and he lost his cool and said “Someday I’ll get a look at your bare behind, Chrissie,
then I’ll be the one laughing.” Since he was doing bare-naked cornertime right then,
he got another butt-blistering, Lyr talked Mom into letting her wallop him with
the lexan paddle over her knee, just like she did today. My sister gets all excited
about seeing Reddy’s peenie, mostly because the boys-only medicine he has to take
keeps him from growing any hair down there, but she has a “bush” as she calls it,
proving that she’s more mature even though he’s older than her.
(Duh! Everybody knows that girls are
a whole lot more mature than boys, I don’t have to look at Reddy’s bald peenie to
figure that out. I don’t care about their peenies, but I truly adore looking at
boys’ bare bottoms, because that’s where they get the whacks that make them cry,
it sure is fun watching their hineys turn bright, glowing red while they’re bawling
like kindergarten babies.)
You can see that I tricked Reddy using
his own words from last week, it made my mother sure that he was trying to spy on
me in the shower, what a great set-up that was! I’m pretty smart, don’t you think?
Lyr was smart too, because when Reddy said he had to pee really bad, she told Mom
that he was just stalling, but if he truly had to go then he shouldn’t mind “paying
for the privilege” by taking a lexan paddling from her. Since my mother was very
mad at him, she gave him one minute to “finish up your business” and then meet us
downstairs in the living room, plus he had to bring the razor strop and her lexan
paddle with him, but come without his swimming suit.
Reddy’s peenie looked kind of shrunken
up, Lyr later said it was because of him being in cool water for awhile, but his
rear end was nicely round and plump, perfect for a blistering-hard strapping from
Mom. It was white too, but not for long, because he had to bend forward over the
couch’s arm and stick out his bum-bum cheeks for her to smack with the wicked razor
strop. She really laid into those chubby cheekies with that wide leather strap,
right along his “sit spots” along the bottom of his bare bottom. Reddy was howling
and begging for mercy, but my mother didn’t give him any at all, instead she gave
him a really long licking, I think it lasted about twelve minutes with stinging
and totally awesome cracks of her strop across his poor burning-hot fanny. Both
buns kept on wiggling and bouncing all over, we laughed at that while he kicked
and cried in front of Lyr and me. I’m soooo glad that I’m a girl, Amanda!
After I got to tease him during his
cornertime, which was almost as much fun as watching his bare behind being blistered,
then Lyr put him across her lap and paddywhacked his already sore seat with the
lexan spanker. It’s a see-through type of hard plastic and stings wickedly, but
what I like most about it is that I can see Reddy’s rump turn even redder at the
very moment it smacks against his bare hiney. What a great view for a girl like
me (or you), since we “young ladies” never have to worry about our own sweet bottoms
being spanked.
Naturally, Reddy was bawling like a
five-year-old by the time Lyr was finished “plastering” (another word that she likes)
his poor, bouncing bum-bum cheeks, and right now he’s doing more crying cornertime,
I’m looking at him every minute, making sure that he doesn’t rub his “shining, stoplight-red
seat” (Mom just called it that), while I’m writing this letter to you. Aunt Carol
agreed with my mother that she should spank Reddy’s bare rear end over her knee,
using our wooden bath brush, when she gets her in another couple of hours. (He doesn’t
know this yet, it’s going to be a surprise to him, but I don’t think it’ll be a
fun one!)
On my 12th birthday next month, when
I’ll be old enough to be Reddy’s babysitter, I’m going to get to give him a long,
hard bare-naked blistering with Mom’s lexan paddle, and I’m allowed to have one
girlfriend help me, she’ll get to use the razor strop on his fanny first to kind
of warm him up. You’re my BFF, so I’m inviting you right now, and if you don’t know
how to give a naughty 15-year-old guy a good strapping you can do some practicing,
maybe on your big brother Andrew. I know you get to whack his bare bottom with your
mother’s college paddle sometimes, so just see if you can use a strop instead a
few times. (You could borrow Mom’s if you need to.)
Good-bye for now, I think it’s time
to go and pat Reddy’s glowing “glutes” (Lyr’s favorite word for bum-bum cheeks),
and hint to him that there’s a nice surprise coming pretty soon. Being a girl these
days, it sure is fun!
Best Friends Forever,
Christina
[Ms. Pennington, let me assure you that,
in our society today, your daughter Christina’s attitude is quite normal for a preteen
girl, it’s not “cruel” or “sadistic” in context. Numerous worried mothers have asked
me these questions about their young daughters, and even included copies of similar
communications to girlfriends, but as a child psychologist with twenty years of
experience, I find them to merely reflect the position that girls have been given
in our society since the use of Puericil has become widespread.
It’s now recognized that boys are much
less mature than their feminine counterparts (sisters, cousins, schoolmates, neighbors,
etc.) of the same age, and therefore they should be treated that way, with girls
(even ones several years younger on occasion) being given significant authority
over them. It is also understood that regular, sound corporal punishment, accompanied
by a degree of embarrassment, is the optimal form of discipline for underage males,
even ones in their late teens, so younger females being involved in their punishments,
as witnesses or even chastisers, makes perfect sense.
At the moment, Christina is clearly
a touch ‘intoxicated’ by having such an advantage over her cousin (Redmond), but
once the novelty has worn off, she’ll realize that she’s actually benefitting the
boy by reddening his naked posterior for him when he deserves it. Admittedly, tricking
him into getting so soundly walloped seems a bit mean-spirited, but she’ll almost
certainly outgrow that behavior in time—plus let’s face this fact, that a teenaged
boy being ‘overspanked’ is greatly preferable to him being ‘underspanked.’ A few
extra nude butt-whippings have never harmed a boy in the long run, even if they’ve
hurt his bare behind a great deal at the time.
Males, whether six years old or seventy-six
(not to mention every age in between), have extremely resilient rear ends, designed
by Mother Nature to be emphatically stung and reddened by their loving womenfolk.
(Well, the part about adult domestic discipline is merely my personal opinion, and
not relevant to the questions you asked me.)
I hope that I’ve set your mind at ease
about your daughter. By the way, I’m writing a book about the behavior modification
of teenaged boys in modern society, so if you were amenable to it, I’d love to attend
Christina’s (and her girlfriend’s) chastising of “Reddy” on her twelfth birthday,
if that would be acceptable to the mothers of Amanda and Redmond as well.
Sincerely,
Almeda McMichael]
(The End)