Amber in Charge 4

By Red Rover

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AMBER IN CHARGE

This story is set in a small town in Florida in the near future.

Main Characters:

The Milton Family: Mother: Pamela (38), Children: James (17), Robert (15), Amber (13), Daniel (11).

The Kelly Family: Mother: Caroline (32), Children: Maxine (13), Jennifer (11)

Chapter 4

The three boys were reluctant to leave the building totally naked, but a few smacks on each bottom with the hairbrush convinced them to move. When they came out of the clinic they instinctively covered their privates with their hands, but Mom put a quick stop to that. She formed us into three groups of three with a girl or woman on the outside and a boy in the middle. We then held hands so that each boy was holding hands with a girl on each side and couldn’t cover his bottom or penis. For some reason there was a fair number of teen and pre-teen girls on the sidewalk that day and they all giggled and pointed at the three bare-bottomed boys.

Robert got the worst of it because we passed a group of four girls who had been in his home room in the seventh grade. But now they were all 14 or 15 and in the 9^th grade while Bobby was still in the 8^th. Mom stopped the procession and invited the girls to check the boys out, play with their penises, balls and bottom and generally embarrass them. But they didn’t confine their explorations to Bobby; Jimmy and Danny got plenty of attention as well. One of the girls, Marcie, had had a crush on Jimmy the previous year and delighted in tormenting him.

After playing with his boy parts for a while, she said, “Has Jimmy been a naughty little boy today? om smiled and said, “He certainly has. Maybe you should spank his little pink bottom so he knows to be nice to girls.”

“Great idea, Mrs. Milton,” Marcie smiled. “Can I borrow your hairbrush for a few minutes?”

Marcie dragged a feebly protesting Jimmy over to a nearby bench, sat down and pulled him over her left knee while pinning his legs with her right leg. This left him with his bare bottom in the air, ready for the first spank. He struggled a little, but Marcie was six inches taller and an athlete, while Jimmy was just a small, wimpy kid. Marcie was wearing shorts, so Jimmy’s penis and balls were compressed against the girl’s bare thigh.

“Now, little boy,” Marcie said. “Do you remember last year when you said I was a stupid, ugly bitch?”

“Y-y-yes, Marcie,” Jimmy stuttered. “I am real sorry I said that. You’re really quite pretty.”

“You will address me as ‘Miss Marcie’ from now on, young man.” She smacked his bottom with her hand in emphasis. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss Marcie,” Jimmy choked out. “Please don’t spank me, Miss Marcie, I’ll be good from now on.”

“Too late for that, little boy,” Marcie snickered. “And by the way, you will address my friends as ‘Miss Grace,’ ‘Miss Tammy’ and ‘Miss Emma,’ just like we were grownups. And you will obey us as you would a grownup. Is that clear, little boy?”

“Yes, Miss Marcie,” the humiliated boy whimpered.

“Oh, and by the way,” She punctuated the statement with a hard smack on each bottom cheek. “You will address us as ‘Miss’ and show respect for us in school as well as outside school. Otherwise, you’ll get another bare-bottom spanking maybe right in the school so all the other kids can laugh at you.”

“Please don’t do that, Miss Marcie, I’ll be really, really good.” He said in a very subdued voice. “Can I get up now? People are staring.”

Mom chuckled. “Naughty little boys need to be spanked hard and often. Always on their bare bottoms and with as many people watching as possible. It’s even better if some of the people watching are girls their own age and younger.”

Mom handed her hairbrush to Marcie, “Spank him as hard and as long as you want. Little boys’ bottoms are tough and heal very quickly.”

Jimmy moaned in apprehension, but Marcie smiled and bounced the heavy wooden hairbrush on his bottom a few time. “Don’t worry, Mrs. M. I’ll have him howling like a baby in no time.”

Marcie took a firm grip on the hairbrush and brought it down firmly on Jimmy’s right butt cheek. Jimmy yelped in pain and embarrassment. Here he was, a 17-year old boy, almost an adult, being spanked in public by a girl three years younger than himself.

Marcie gave him about a dozen measured strokes, alternating between bottom cheeks. “Is your bottom getting warner, little boy?” She smirked.

“Yes, Miss Marcie,” he whimpered. “Please stop now, I’ve learned my lesson.”

Marcie laughed. “Sorry, Jimmikins, this spanking has just barely started. I’m going to roast your rump until you are a VERY sorry little boy.”

By this time a bunch of girls and a few boys had gathered around to watch the spectacular show that Marcie and Jimmy were putting on. Grace, Tammy and Emma were taking pictures and videos on their cell phones as were several girls in the audience. I giggled to myself “Jimmy is going to be a star on the Internet in a few hours.”

Marcie was obviously in no hurry. She spanked with her full strength, bringing the heavy brush down hard on every stroke. But she didn’t spank very fast, giving Jimmy and the audience time to experience every single smack as an individual event.

Jimmy yelped and bucked with each spank, but Marcie had him firmly pinned between her legs and he could only bounce his reddening bottom up and down an inch or two between strokes. After about twenty smacks, tears were running down his cheeks and after another dozen or so he was crying audibly and tears and snot were running down his face and onto the sidewalk. Around fifty (I wasn’t counting but it seemed that long), he was sobbing and blubbering just like a five-year old. When he finally went limp and just lay unresisting over the girl’s knee, Marcie passed the hairbrush back to Mom.

“This is a good start,” Marcie said as Jimmy lay exhausted over her knee. “But I need a smaller brush or something to touch up the areas I missed with the big brush.”

Jimmy started begging and pleading for mercy, to no avail. Maxine produced a large wooden kitchen spoon from her huge purse. “Try this,” she told Marcie. “it works very well in small spots like the sit spots and the inner thighs.”

Marcie had a big grin on her face. “Just the thing, Max. I’m sure you’ve gotten good use out of it on these naughty little boys.”

Jimmy burst into a new round of bawling and blubbering as the younger girl began working around the previously undamaged areas of his bottom and thighs. The first smack on his sit-spot brought forth a high-pitched wail like a banshee’s lament. And the howling continued as his remorseless tormentor applied the big spoon to the areas where the buttocks joined the thighs. At one point, Marcie asked me and Max to lift up his butt cheeks so she could smack his inner thighs. That brought some really loud howls.

Finally, it was over and Marcie released the thoroughly spanked boy from her grip. Then we were all treated to the notorious “spanky dance” as Jimmy jumped around, rubbing his battered bottom and flinging his boy parts wildly as he continued to blubber and howl in pain. The girls, of course, got plenty of videos and pictures of his performance.

Mom put away her hairbrush and smiled at all of us. “Well, that was a very thorough spanking, Marcie. I think we may want to have you repeat the performance soon, but not until you’ve had a chance to rest up from your efforts. And of course, Grace, Tammy and Emma will be wanting their chances at my three naughty little boys.”

The four girls smiled and nodded. Mom turned to the still-crying Jimmy and said, “Now, Jimmy, Miss Marcie has spent a lot of time and energy demonstrating the consequences of your naughtiness. Don’t you think she deserves a big hug and a kiss and thanks for her efforts?

Jimmy actually stopped crying in shock. Thank the girl who had so painfully spanked him to tears and humiliated him in front of so many younger girls? His mouth gaped open and he stared at Mom as though she had suddenly sprouted a second head.

Mom was firm. “Do it now, Jimmy, or we’ll have one of the other girls repeat the whole performance.”

In shock, Jimmy walked over to Marcie, who was grinning in triumph. He reluctantly hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you for spanking me, Miss Marcie,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.

Marcie smiled graciously, patted his sore bottom and tousled his hair gently. “It was my pleasure, little Jimmikins. I’ll be happy to help your Mom out any time she needs my services.”

Jimmy escaped from her grasp and looked at Mom in apprehension. “Can we go home now, Mom?” he pleaded.

Mom looked at her watch. “Well, we missed our bus and there won’t be another one for almost an hour. Why don’t we all go to the ice cream shop and have a nice cool drink and a cone? Marcie, you and your friends are welcome to join us. My treat.”

Marcie and the other three girls nodded and smiled. “We’d be happy to, Mrs. Milton.”

Mom smiled. “You can call me ‘Pam’ or ‘Aunt Pam’ if you like. I am sure we will be seeing much more of you girls in the future. Our girls are very helpful, but they can’t control three naughty boys all the time. And I make pretty good chocolate-chip cookies.

Grace laughed. “You got me with the chocolate, Aunt Pam.”

So we all set off together for the ice cream shop. Max, Jen and I got acquainted with the four new girls and the mother chatted with each other. The three boys, still naked, walked reluctantly ahead of us, trying to ignore the giggles and teasing remarks from the other girls we passed along the way.

I was happy to make new friends, but was a bit concerned about my status. The four new girls were all older than me and I was afraid they might dominate the boys too much and reduce my authority.

As it turned out, however, I was wrong about that.

End of Part 4

(to be continued)

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