Boys Go Bare

Boys Go Bare 1

By Red Rover

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BOYS GO BARE

By Red Rover

INTRODUCTION

Location: A small Western town, population about 40,000

Time: The near future (in the Puericil Universe)

Michael Hastings, called “Mikey” by everybody, is a boy who has just turned 16 and is between his freshman and sophomore years in high school. He had to repeat two grades due to immaturity. He is the only child of a single mother (Jane) and has been on Puericil since his 9^th birthday. His sexual development has been suppressed by the Puericil and his sex organs are about the normal size for a 10-year-old boy. He has no body, facial or pubic hair and his voice is that of a small boy.

The story begins during the last week of school. Mikey’s mother works full-time so he has no one to look after him during the summer days and is considered too immature to be home alone. In previous summers he had stayed with his neighbor who had several teenage kids, but they will be spending the summer abroad, so Jane must make new arrangements. She finds help from her old college roommate Marjorie Carson, who works from a home office and has three children; Dana (15), Linda (12) and Roger (9). The Carson’s have a very large home with a huge, fenced back yard and playground equipment. So, Marjorie has gotten herself licensed as a day care center and will be providing daytime supervision for a group of boys between the ages of six and eleven, along with several older boys who are on Puericil. Dana will be running the actual operation with help from two classmates; Carly Morgan (15) and Bonnie Clark (14). All three girls are Michael’s classmates at Frontier High School.

BOYS GO BARE

By Red Rover

CHARACTERS

Jane Hastings (36), mother of Michael (16)

Marjorie Carson (37), mother of Dana (15), Linda (12) and Roger (9)

Carly Morgan (15), friend of Dana

Bonnie Clark (14), friend of Dana

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Part 1

It was the last week of school and I was sitting on the floor of our living room. Mommy and her friend Marge were sitting in the chairs and Marge’s daughter, Dana, was on the couch with her two friends, Bonnie Clark and Linda Morgan. I had a good idea of what was about to happen, and I was NOT pleased at the prospect. It was after dinner and I was, as usual, in my pajamas while the women and girls were fully dressed. Worse yet, they were Spiderman pajamas which made me look like a nine-year-old instead of a teenager. Mommy always insisted I wear little-boy clothes around the house and sometimes to school. When I objected, she would say something like, “You still look and act like a little boy and it’s too hard to find teen-type clothes in your size.”

Now she was talking to Mrs. Carson. “I have a problem with what to do with Mikey this summer. During the school year, he comes home and goes over to the Daniels’ house next door. They have a boy of 15 and two girls, 17 and 12. They watch after him until I get home between 7 and 8 PM. But this summer they are going to Europe for the summer and won’t be back until Labor Day. And my hours have changed so I go to work at noon and don’t get off until eight.”

Mrs. Carson nodded. “I understand. You know that I have a very big house. It was built by a rich Mormon family that had twelve children and several other relatives living with them. There are nine bedrooms, five bathrooms and lots of room in the back yard. I had originally planned to remodel the house so that half of it was home and the other half was office space for my accounting business. But that would cost an arm and a leg, so I am just taking three rooms on the ground floor and converting them to a home office. I will run the business from there with Annie Parker, my secretary. The rest of the offices will stay downtown and be run by Maria Lopez.

“I found out that my neighbor, Janna Grebowski, whose house is almost as big as mine, was planning to open a day-care center for girls ages 6 to 14. Her daughters, who are 17 and 19, will be helping her. She expects to have almost twenty girls there. The properties are adjacent to each other and there is just a chain-link fence separating them.”

“So that gave me the idea of starting a day-care center for young boys. I have a license for up to twenty children and only have fourteen signed up so far, so there will be room for Mikey. My office is in the back of the house, so Annie and I will be home almost all day. Dana will be actively supervising the boys with Carly and Bonnie to help her. The three girls all have their baby-sitter certification, so as long as Annie or I are on the premises, it will all be legal.”

I objected. “But Mommy,” (She insists that I call her ‘Mommy’ all the time, especially when there are other people around.) “I’m sixteen years old, I don’t need to be supervised like a little kid. And all these girls are younger than I am.”

Mommy smiled. “Your birth certificate may say you are sixteen, but you still look and act like a little boy half your age. Dana is a very sensible young woman and I am sure Carly and Bonnie are, too. They will take good care of you and keep you out of trouble.”

I tried to look dignified, but that’s not easy when you are sitting on the floor in Spiderman pajamas and everybody else is fully dressed and sitting on furniture. “It’s not fair!” I managed to get out without actually sniveling. “You treat me like a baby.”

The girls giggled, and I lost it. “You stupid cunts, don’t laugh at me,” I screamed at them, not caring that my voice broke halfway through.

“MICHAEL JAMES HASTINGS,” Mommy yelled. “You don’t use that kind of language around ladies. You need a good bottom blistering, right now. Take off your PJ’s and get over my lap immediately.”

I thought I was going to die on the spot. Stripping naked in front of three of my classmates was too much to bear. “Please, Mommy, please. Not in front of the girls,” I whimpered. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

She glared at me. “One more word and I will wash your mouth out with soap and THEN strap your bare bottom in front of the girls. Get them off, right now, you naughty little boy.”

Already in tears at the humiliation, I pulled off my shirt and pants and climbed over her left knee. She pinned my legs with her right leg and I was totally helpless, my bare bottom exposed to our visitors and in a perfect position for spanking.

But Mommy wasn’t done with my humiliation. “Dana, would you please go upstairs and get the large wooden hairbrush that’s on my dresser? I think this silly little child needs a lesson he won’t forget. Meanwhile, I’ll just warm his plump little bottom up a bit with my hand.”

Dana dashed for the stairs, obviously not wanting to miss much of the action. Mommy started spanking me with her hand while Mrs. Carson and the other two girls smiled in approval.

Dana was back with the hairbrush in less than a minute and stood by admiring the view as my mother continued her “warm-up.” I was already crying like a five-year-old and the main event was yet to come.

“Well, his naughty little bottom is a nice shade of pink, now.” Mommy announced. “but I’m not sure that it is warm enough for the hairbrush, yet. Dana, would you and the girls check his bottom and see if you think he is ready for the next stage?”

Dana chuckled, “Sure, Mrs. H.,” she chirped. “Be glad to help.” She touched her cool hand to my sore bare bottom and pretended to check it out. Of course, that involved rubbing it all over and running her fingers down my butt crack, including a totally unnecessary probe of my butthole.

“Wow, his little bottom is so smooth and soft, just like a baby’s,” she exclaimed. “and it’s nice and warm, too. But I’m not sure it’s warm enough yet. You girls check it out too.”

So, Carly and Bonnie repeated the process, lingering as long as possible over my bare skin. Carly repeated the penetration of my anus, while Bonnie reached further down and cupped my small scrotum and undescended testicles.

“It probably could use a little more warming,” Carly declared solemnly. “But doesn’t he have the cutest little rosebud?”

Bonnie agreed and added, “Yeah it’s really cute, but his marbles are smaller than my eight-year-old brother’s.”

So, of course, Carly and Dana had to check out my testicles, too.

“Well, my arm is a bit tired, Mommy declared. “Marge, would you mind finishing off his warmup?”

“No, problem, Jane,” Mrs. C. responded. “Come here, little boy.”

So, I had to climb down off Mommy’s lap and walk over to Mrs. Carson. There was no point in preserving any modesty at this point. Mrs. C. was left handed, so I had to go over her right knee while she spanked me with her left. That opened up some new previously unspanked territory, so my bottom was now uniformly inflamed all over. She added a few to my thighs as well, which brought a whole new sting to the procedure.

Meanwhile, Bonnie and Dana, at Mommy’s request, brought in a heavy armless chair from the dining room and set it up in the middle of the floor. Dana sat in it and Mommy handed her the hairbrush.

I was too busy bawling and squirming to notice this action until Mrs. Carson finished her work and announced that my naughty little bottom was ready for the main event.

What Mommy said next shocked me so much I almost wet myself in embarrassment. “Since Dana and the girls will be spanking his naughty little bare bottom many times over the summer, I think they should get in some practice, Don’t you, Marge?”

(I hadn’t even considered the possibility that the girls would be allowed to spank me!)

“WHAT?” I sputtered. “No fucking way. They’re all younger than me. That’s fucking ridiculous.”

Mommy shook her head. “More foul language. This goes beyond mouth-soaping. After the rest of his spanking, we’ll approach the problem from another end. Now, young man, get your naughty little bottom over Dana’s knee or I’ll get the strap.”

Knowing utter defeat, I climbed over Dana’s left knee. She was wearing shorts, so my boy stuff was in direct contact with her bare thigh and I felt a stirring down there which Dana also noticed and giggled. “I think his little willy is getting ideas,” she said.

Both women laughed, and the girls giggled. “Well, I don’t think he’s in any position to do anything about it,” Mommy said. “Now Mikey is sixteen, according to his birth certificate, so I think that sixteen spanks from each of the three girls would be appropriate.”

Mrs. C. agreed. “That sounds about right,” she said.

(Sixteen times three is forty-eight, I calculated rapidly. I won’t be able to sit down for a week!)

“OK, now listen carefully Mikey,” Mommy said. “You will count each spank and thank the person spanking you. And you will address them as Miss. In fact, for the rest of the summer, you will address the girls as “Miss Dana,” “Miss Carly” and “Miss Bonnie.” That applies in school, at home or in public. Is that clear, little boy?”

Y-Y-yes, Ma’am,” I stammered.

“Very good. Now when you get your first spank, you will say, ‘One, thank you, Miss Dana.’ If you get it wrong, that spank will not count, and you will receive an extra spank at the end.”

“Now we can begin. Are you comfortable, Dana?”

Dana laughed. “Yes, Mrs. H. I am comfortable, but I don’t think little Mikey is.”

Mommy laughed. “Well, he’s going to be even less comfortable in a few minutes. By the way, you can call me ‘Jane.’ You’re going to be taking care of my little baby boy for the summer, so we might as well treat each other as sisters. Same goes for you, Carly and Bonnie.”

Dana took a firm grip on my waist and pinned my legs with her right leg. She bounced the hairbrush up and down a few times, to tease me, and then brought it down with a loud SMACK on the center of my left bottom cheek.

“YEOW!” I yelled. “That HURT!” It felt like a hot iron on my already sore bottom. My hand went back instinctively, but Dana pinned it down.

Then she began tapping the brush on my other bottom cheek. Mommy interrupted. “You forgot to count and thank her, Mikey. Now we are up to seventeen.”

SMACK – the brush came down on my right bottom cheek, just as hard as the first. “OWW! Two, Miss Dana” I choked out.

Mommy laughed. “No, Mikey, you’ve forgotten the rules again. The first one didn’t count, so that should have been ‘One.’ Now we are up to eighteen. We may be here all night. I hope Carly and Bonnie don’t have an early curfew. Now listen carefully, my naughty little baby boy, the next spank will be ‘One’ and then you can continue counting from there. And don’t forget the ‘thank you’ part.”

I think I started whimpering a bit at that point. Dana noticed and ran the hairbrush in circles around my bottom, giving it a few pats here and there. “Poor little boy,” she said. “You don’t learn very quickly, do you? Well we will have three whole months to work on your training. Won’t that be fun, little Mikey?”

Bonnie giggled again. “Well it will be fun for us girls anyway. I can’t wait to get started. Fifteen bare little-boy bottoms to spank. Absolutely fabulous!”

Carly chirped in, “I wonder if they will all squirm and blubber like Mikey does. That will be really great. We can take videos, especially of Mikey and show them to all the kids in school next fall.”

At that point, I was so terrified that I DID wet myself, all over Dana’s leg. But Mrs. Carson spoiled the moment for the girls. “Sorry, girls, no videos or other pictures,” she said sternly. “That could get us all in trouble. You’ll just have to make do with your memories.”

‘Ewwww,” Dana exclaimed. “Mikey just sprang a leak and peed all over my leg.”

“I guess we should have let him use the bathroom before the spanking,” Mommy said. “No big deal, though. Dana, your shorts are dry, and I can give you another pair of socks to wear. Come up to my bathroom and I’ll dry you off.”

Dana dumped me off her lap onto the floor, and I started bawling even harder.

“Carly and Bonnie,” Mommy said. “Take the baby to the downstairs bathroom and clean him up. Make sure he empties his bladder and takes a poop if he has to. Hold his wee-wee while he pees so he doesn’t get it all over the place. Then put him in the tub and wash him off. You can leave his bottom wet, that will add to the sting when we resume the spanking.”

So, Mommy and Dana went off to the upstairs bathroom and the two girls took me into the smaller bathroom and let me pee into the commode. Carly held my pee-pee the whole time, which was humiliating enough, but after I pooped and wiped, Bonnie checked my butthole and wiped it off, somewhat roughly, with a baby wipe, which was even more embarrassing. Then they put me into the tub and washed me from head to toe, with special emphasis on my private parts.

When we got back into the living room, Mommy and Dana were back. Dana was wearing a pair of my Batman socks, which made me blush again, but I knew I had no secrets left and the girls had already seen everything I had to hide. I mean, it couldn’t get worse, right?

(Boy was I wrong about that.)

While we were out of the room, Mrs. Carson had scrounged up a plate of cookies and some soda for the girls and coffee for the adults. Dana got back into the dining room chair and draped a dry towel over her lap. “Just in case of any more accidents,” she smirked. “Now back over my knee with you, little boy.”

So, I climbed back over her knee and she pinned me in place again. She stroked and rubbed my bottom for a few seconds and remarked,” Looks like his little botty has cooled down a bit. But I’ll warm it up really good.”

So, then she raised the hairbrush and gave me a hard wallop on my bottom cheek. WOW! That hurt much more than the others had, must have been the effect of a wet bottom. But I managed to choke out, “One. Thank you, Miss Dana”

All the spectators applauded, and Bonnie said. “He actually got it right this time. Maybe he is trainable after all.”

Dana delivered the next spank, just as hard as the first and I managed to get out “Two, thank you, Miss Dana,” before starting to blubber again.

Dana spanked me slowly and carefully, using her maximum strength on each smack. She was a tennis player, so her arm muscles were very strong for a girl, and my poor bottom paid the price.

We were up to around ten or eleven spanks and I was bawling my head off. I had missed a couple on the way, so the total was now coming to twenty, but, of course, that didn’t include the six or seven that “didn’t count.”

Then the doorbell rang.

End of Chapter 1

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