It Sure is Fun! 2
By Crimson Kid
crimsnkidck@yahoo.com
Copyright 2015 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!" #2 by the Crimson Kid
(This is obviously
a follow-up to "It Sure Is Fun!")
From the September
2013 issue of "Girlish Giggles and Grins":
Great news,
girls!
The publication of Christina's letter ("It
Sure is Fun!") to her BFF Amanda, along with my commentary on it to her mother,
in the August issue of this magazine has brought out an overwhelming positive reaction
from our feminine readership. As a result, the editors have decided to create, as
a permanent monthly feature, a column titled "It Sure is Fun!" which will
print letters from girls (and twice yearly from their mothers) dealing with their
experiences of watching boys being spanked in the nude by females, or even of actively
participating in such necessary yet highly entertaining disciplinary activities.
I'm asking the faithful readership of "Girlish
Giggles and Grins," all you wonderful young (and perhaps even not-so-young)
ladies, to submit your own letters describing in detail the corporal correction
of deserving young men. As I did with last month's letter, and this one (also from
sweet, cute Christina), I will provide a response to each account, discussing the
benefits to society which result from naughty boys frequently and regularly being
stripped bare-naked, then very soundly spanked by women and girls.
So, my dear 'sisters' whose beautiful bottoms are
meant by the Sacred Feminine to remain cool, clothed and comfortable, while the
spankworthy rear ends of our much less mature, misbehaving 'brothers' contrawise
are being embarrassingly bared, then thoroughly walloped by their strict feminine
disciplinarians until they're sizzling and throbbing, please start writing your
own narratives of such enjoyable experiences right away.
Then please send them to this magazine, care of
Doctor Almeda McMichael's column, "It Sure is Fun!" (Christina has agreed
to let the title chosen for her first letter also serve as the name of this column.
Her followup letter, printed in full below, will be considered the column's second
installment.) Anyone whose letter is chosen for publication will receive a free
one-year subscription to "Girlish Giggles and Grins."
"IT SURE
IS FUN!" #2
Hi there Doctor McMichael, it's Christina again
("Chrissie" to my good girlfriends), writing about what I got to watch
after the stuff I wrote about in my letter to my BFF Amanda, the one that my mother
gave you permission to print in "Girlish Giggles and Grins."
After my fifteen-year-old cousin Redmond (we all
call him "Reddy") was strapped "in the altogether" (that means
bare-naked, it's one of Mom's old-fashioned expressions) by my mother with her razor
strop, then spanked over her knee by my older sister Lyrica ("Lyr"), who
was smacking his poor stinging-hot hiney really hard with one of those transparent
lexan paddles, he had to do more cornertime afterward. Of course, he was still bare-naked
and bawling like a kindergarten baby, his spanked bottom was glowing a purplish-red
color (Mom called it "candy-apple red") while he had to bend forward and
touch his nose to the corner in our living room. Lyr told him that he was "such
an amusing sight, the way you carry on so childishly over a nice friendly fanny-tanning,
Reddy," even though she'd paddled his bare behind truly long and hard, making
it seriously hurt. (But of course he did deserve it, boys always need to be bare-bottom
blistered "with extreme prejudice," as my mother says.)
Mom must have been in a good mood, maybe because
she knew that Aunt Carol was actually going to give Reddy "a real red-assed
shellacking" with our bath brush later on. (Of course, he was probably counting
on his mother "wimping out," as Mom said says she usually does when Reddy
deserves a good sound spanking, but all of us knew that Aunt Carol had agreed to
tan his naked fanny in front of us. He didn't know that, we were keeping it from
him a surprise, "but not a pleasant one from his point of view," my mother
told Lyr and I while she was smiling, but it wasn't a very nice smile.) Anyway,
after his second cornertime, my cousin was allowed to put his swimming suit back
on to have supper with us. It was Domino's delivered pizza and pepsi, then we had
chocolate ice cream for dessert. I thought my mother had ordered too much pizza,
but she seemed really hungry, and so were Lyr and especially Reddy, so spanking
someone and also being spanked must build up a person'a appetite. (He asked Mom
to let him put a cushion on top of his wooden chair seat, but she asked him, "Your
cousins don't need cushions for their tender girlish tushies, so why should a big,
strong boy like you have to sit on one?" He told her that his rear end was
sore, but she said for him to "stop acting like a candy-ass over a little bit
of spanking.")
When Aunt Carol finally arrived, she made all of
us--well, except Reddy of course--very excited and happy when she told my cousin
to take off his swimming suit and go bring the bath brush to her. You should have
seen his face, he looked really shocked, it was like he was going to start crying
even before she started blistering his bare bottom. He tried to talk his way out
of getting his hiney walloped, which might have worked if the rest of us females
weren't around, but we all told my aunt that Reddy deserved one more good, hard
butt-whacking and she agreed.
Once he'd gone upstairs and come back down, bare-naked
and carrying the bath brush (it was a pretty short one from the Vermont Country
Store, but very solid), Reddy's bald peenie looked a little shrunk-up again, which
I figured was caused by him wearing his damp swimming suit at supper. I didn't care,
Lyr likes to look at boys' peenies but I'm only interested in their bare behinds,
because that's where they take all those long, hard paddlings, strappings, switchings
and spankings which make them bawl real loud like kindergarten babies, while I'm
watching and feeling soooo glad that I was born a girl.
Mom likes to say that Aunt Carol, who's even older
than herself (she had her fortieth birthday last month), always "goes way too
easy on Reddy" even when she does blister his bare buns, which my mother thinks
isn't often enough, but having all of us other females being there must have "given
her some backbone," which is what Lyr said afterward. Anyway, my aunt gave
my bare-naked cousin a really first-class "red-assed shellacking" (as
she put it just before starting in on his bouncy bottom) with that bath brush, working
his hiney over and totally "wearing him out" (my mother's words) for a
pretty long time--Lyr told me later that it was a twelve-minute "ass-thrashing"
(she checked her wristwatch) but Aunt Carol kept smacking that boyish bare behind
really hard the whole time, she didn't let up at all and even swung harder at the
end.
The look on Reddy's face while he was bent over
his mother's left knee, with her right leg across the back of his own legs and his
right wrist twisted up behind him with her left hand (Mom calls it a "basic
over-the-knee restraint position," and it sure worked to keep my cousin's rear
end right where his mother could wallop it with full force), then she started cracking
that bath brush's flat back against "the bottom of his bottom," it was
just awesomely priceless! Of course, he was yelping and saying things like "Ouch,
that hurts!" and "Not so hard, Mom!" right away, but after a couple
of minutes he was sobbing so he couldn't speak all that clearly, then pretty quick
after that he was crying like a little boy, he really sounded so immature. (It's
really true, I'm more mature than he is even though he's close to four years older
than me.)
Lyr and I were giggling and teasing Reddy all during
his punishment, we were saying things like "Duh! It's supposed to hurt, that's
what a spanking does!" and "Keep those red buns squirming for us, it's
really cute!" I kneeled down right in front of his face for the last few minutes
of his paddling, making him look me in my eyes while I was laughing at his "blubbering,"
as Mom calls it, but his eyes were full of tears which were flowing down his face
and landing on the carpet below, so he probably couldn't see me very well. (I stayed
far enough back that his tears didn't hit me, that would be pretty gross!)
When Aunt Carol finally stopped walloping her son's
"hurtin' for certain" hiney, it was a "candy-apple red" color
again, especially right on his "sit spots," the very lowest part of his
bum-bum cheeks, then once she let him up he danced around the living room, "howling
like a banshee" (to put it my mother's way) and rubbing his glowing "glutes"
(Lyr's word for buns) for a few minutes, yelling things like "Ow, it hurts
soooo much!" and "Oh, it really stings and burns!"
All of us females were giggling and grinning, looking
at Reddy like he was a five-year-old the way he was carrying on right in front of
us. I'm sure that Lyr enjoyed looking at his peenie, since the medication he takes
means that he has no hair down there and she brags about having a "bush,"
but I adored seeing his tearstained face with its blushing pink cheeks. Even better
for me was watching his purplish-red, shining behind wiggling around while he tried
to rub the fiery, stinging hurt out of it. Lyr kind of cooed at him, saying "Oh,
poor baby boy! Did Mommy paddle his naughty bare botty and make it really hot and
sore?" We all laughed at that, because it was so true that Reddy was bawling
like a kindergarten baby, showing how childish he still is even though he's almost
sixteen.
Afterward my cousin had to do his cornertime, with
Lyr and me teasing him all the while about how immature boys were compared to girls
and how he was standing bare-naked in the corner with his nose touching the walls
and his hands together behind his back, showing off his "shiny red-hot hiney,"
as Lyr put it, to his girl cousins who were both younger than him. He was still
sobbing a little, so I almost felt sorry for him--but then I remembered what I learned
from my mother and my female teachers at school, also the priestess at our church,
that male behinds are perfect for taking severe blistering-hard punishments, they
were made that way by the Sacred Feminine so that they could (and should) be spanked
"long, hard, often and bare," as that famous saying goes.
Just before he left to go home with his mother,
Reddy asked me this question: "How did you know that I was planning to spy
on you in the shower today, before I even had a chance to try it?" So while
I did kind of set him up, it was for bad behavior he was going to try doing after
all. He truly did deserve what he got, and I was soooo happy that he'd gotten three
really serious spankings for what he'd wanted to do. Imagine, him thinking he should
get to see me bare-naked, what a naughty, immature boy!
Since I knew that I was going to get to paddle
his bare behind myself about a month later (on my twelfth birthday), I licked my
lips and just told him, "Bad boys like you can't hide anything from much smarter
good girls like me, Reddy, maybe your sore, smarting seat will help you remember
that."
I'm going to send the next letter after my birthday
party two weeks from now, which you're invited to, Doctor McMichael. I'm looking
forward to meeting you in person, and having you give me "professional guidance"
since I'll be blistering my cousin Reddy's bare behind for the very first time,
with my BFF Amanda helping me.
Being a girl these days, it sure is fun!
Yours in spanking
sisterhood,
Christina
[Doctor McMichael's
Response:
Thank you for your letter, Christina, which is
the first one received which was intended to be printed; hopefully there will be
many more to follow, both from you and from other feminine contributors.
It was
pleasing to find out that your Aunt Carol,
the mother of Reddy (Redmond), administered such a thorough bare-bottom
blistering
to him at your house, an event which obviously enjoyed a highly
appreciative audience. While your mother and older sister (Lyrica) are
clearly contributing to Reddy's
discipline quite effectively, he would be getting 'mixed messages' if
his own mother
wasn't also spanking him frequently and very soundly. It's important
that your mother,
Lyrica and yourself give your aunt praise and encouragement every time
she corporally
corrects her son, since she has apparently been somewhat lax about
performing that
maternal duty in the past.
That Reddy had indeed intended to spy on you in
the shower, even though he never had a chance to act on his intention, I'd venture
that outcome was 'the best of both worlds'--he was given three very sound chastisements
for what he'd planned to do, yet he wasn't actually able to view you in the nude.
Boys who believe they should somehow be allowed to see naked females, they deserve
extremely emphatic thrashings indeed, so your cousin received his fully earned corporal
comeuppance. Some people would argue that this particular situation was an example
of the higher-level, infallible justice imposed by the Sacred Feminine, and perhaps
it was, although I don't discuss metaphysics in this column.
You were correct in reminding Reddy that his "sore,
smarting seat," which probably ended up causing him significant discomfort
for several days after he'd underwent those three solid spankings, was due to his
own antisocial intentions in planning to look at you 'in the altogether.' Males
lack the mature self-discipline to control their own base urges, hence they require
externally-imposed discipline, in the form of forcefully-applied corporal correction
delivered regularly and firmly by their womenfolk. "Every throbbing, glowing-hot
masculine posterior justly produced by strict-yet-loving females is a contribution
to the advancement of human society," that's how I put it in my first guidebook.
However, please do show Reddy affectionate forgiveness
after his punishment (including the after-spanking naked cornertime), to demonstrate
that he was disciplined in his long-term best interest--although the seeming bonfire
on his buttcheeks may momentarily suggest otherwise to him--because he needs, deserves
and (I strongly believe) secretly desires such corporal correction. Give him a friendly
kiss or two with a warm embrace, and make any continued teasing light-hearted at
that point. Males of any age below 'triple digits' should be treated like five-year-old
boys by the females in their lives, that's my philosophy, so they require both strict
bottom-blistering punishment for their misconduct and fond forgiveness afterward.
Right around the publication date of this issue
of "Girlish Giggles and Grins," you're going to enter womanhood. I'm looking
forward to being there, giving you assistance and guidance in demonstrating your
feminine maturity atop Reddy's bare behind and celebrating your rite of passage
with you. Yes, I may even bring a few gifts for various persons present, of course
including yourself.
Yours in spanking
sisterhood,
Amanda McMichael
P.S.: I liked
your closing so much that I've 'appropriated' it for my own use.]
(The End)