It's Not Fair - Sandy's Letter

It's Not Fair - Sandy's Letter 7

By Red Rover

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Sandy (18 years old) (Part Seven)

Dear Dr. Baker,

Well, I am afraid I have bad news for you. (And worse for me!) Last time I wrote I told you that I had been doing ever so much better and that they had reduced my dose of Puericil-G. I even hoped I could be off it entirely in a year or so and be a normal teenager instead of a naughty little girl who gets her bare bottom spanked by boys her own age and younger. Well, the naughty little girl is back, and everybody is disappointed with me – including myself.

Everything was going well until our summer vacation. Mummy works at the School District as a College Counselor, so she gets most of the summer off like the kids do. We have a nice cabin at Lake Hamilton which is about 200 miles from home and very pleasant in the summer. Most years we spend July and August up there. There is a gated community and all the homes are owned by teachers and district staff, most of whom ae single mothers with school-age kids. Robby and I are among the oldest kids, there are only three other teens. So, we play mostly with the little kids. This year, Donny came up with us while Donna and Frankie stayed at our house to watch it and keep up the yard. Frankie was still working his pizza route and Donna was working at a day care center for the summer.

The first bad news came at the end of June. I had been working hard on my schoolwork while I was on the full dose of PG, but I had slacked off in the last two months after the dose was reduced. and my finals were horrible. I had managed to fail three of my five courses and gotten a C and D in the other two. Mummy was absolutely furious, and I spent a long evening over Donny’s knee getting my bottom blistered. I was bawling so hard that Mrs. Wilcox, whose cabin was next door, came over to see what was wrong. Worse yet, she was accompanied by her two sons ages 10 and 6 and her 8-year old daughter. When Mummy explained the problem, Mrs. Wilcox agreed that I was getting just what I deserved and told her own kids,

“This is what happens when children don’t do their schoolwork properly. See how red naughty little Sandy’s bottom is getting? She won’t sit down comfortably for days.”

The kids giggled and Jimmy, the 10-year-old, said, “Her bottom is really red. I bet it’s really hot. Can I touch it and see?”

The adults all laughed. Mummy said, “Of course, you can Jimmy. Uncle Donny can rest a minute while you and Missy and Teddy feel how hot our naughty little girl’s bottom is.”

Donny put down the hairbrush and asked for a soda. He rested the cold can on my bare back while the three little kids rubbed and patted my sore bottom and remarked about how hot it was and all the colors that were coming out on it. Of course, I cried even harder at the humiliation. I must have been getting hoarse because Robby came over with another can of soda and let me take some sips from a straw while I was still lying limp over Donny’s lap.

After the kids were satisfied, Mrs. Wilcox said, “That’s enough kids, I am sure you will get to see Sandy’s bare bottom many more times this summer.”

Everybody but me laughed at that, of course. I had the sinking feeling that I would have another two months of embarrassment ahead of me.

(Lord have mercy on me. I am 18 years old, legally an adult in most states and here I am getting spanked on my bare bottom like I was five.)

“You and the kids are welcome to stick around, Angela,” Mummy said- to my dismay. “Once Donny has finished warming up Sandy’s bottom, we can sit around and chat. We have plenty of soda and I have some milk and cookies for the little ones. Robby, could you be a dear and get some stuff for Angela and the kids?”

Donny resumed his slow, steady smacking of my already battered bottom and I resumed my bawling, squirming and howling, neither of us paying attention to the three wide-eyed children observing my utter humiliation. Finally, he decided I had had enough for the day, put down the hairbrush and gently stroked may back and bottom, murmuring the usual calming words like, ‘There, there, baby girl, it’s over now. I’m sorry I had to spank you, but we know it’s for your own good.” The usual words you use to soothe a small child.

Of course, I didn’t really hear anything except the sound of my own bawling and whimpering. I just lay over his lap, totally exhausted with the tears and snot running down my cheeks and dripping onto the hardwood floor. Seeing this, Robby grabbed a towel and positioned so that it would absorb all the grungy liquid. That, of course, may be cry even harder and it was a good ten minutes before I could even look around to observe my audience.

All of this took place on the large screened porch that wrapped around two sides of the building. By this time, almost everybody in the camp had heard the spanking and my bawling and over a dozen people, mostly kids, but some mothers, had gathered around to watch the night’s entertainment. Finally, Robby went outside and shooed them all away. “The show’s over folks, mothers go home and hug your own kids. Kids, scram!”

I must have laid over Donny’s lap for a half an hour, slowly getting my breathing and sobbing under control. The adults and the Wilcox kids sat around chatting in almost normal conversation while Donny rubbed my back and bottom. I sort of managed to stand up with Robby’s help and Donny held me steady while Robby, bless his brotherly heart, ran to get a cushion to put into Donny’s lap so I could sit and be cuddled without total agony.

Robby took my chin in his hand, wiped away the worst of the tears and snot on my face with another towel, kissed me on the forehead and whispered, “Be brave, little sister, I love you.” I think I have never loved my brother more than that moment.

After I had recovered enough, the Wilcox’s went home. Donny and Robby half-carried me to the bathroom and gave me a long shower. I obviously couldn’t sit down for a tub bath. Then they carried me into my bedroom and laid me face down on my sheets, letting the cooling breeze soothe my blazing bottom. They both kissed me on the cheek and closed the door, leaving me to cry myself to sleep.

Next morning, Donny carried me out to the kitchen and Robby set the cushion on my chair, so I could eat breakfast. The Wilcox’s came over and we had a nice breakfast, though I didn’t have much appetite. The kids were polite to me and didn’t even ask to look at my bottom, even though I was still completely nude. In fact, all four of them came over to me and hugged me. Jimmy even said, “I’m sorry you got spanked so bad in front of all those people. Maybe we can go play this afternoon?” (I think he thought I was about 11 years old.)

After breakfast, Mummy broke the news. “I talked to Mr. Lester (the principal) and he said that you are going to have to repeat your junior year. He wanted to give you a break, but your grades are just too low, and you’d never make it through your senior year.”

(Wonderful, another year of high school. That means I will be 20 years old when I graduate. It also means another year on PG, which means I probably won’t be an adult until I am 25.)

But that wasn’t the worst of it. “It also means that we are probably going to have to increase your dose of PG,” she continued. “Your behavior in the past three months has gotten much worse. I’ve made an appointment for you on Tuesday. Frankie will be coming up Sunday and he’ll take you and Donny back on Monday. If all goes well, you can be back here on Wednesday.’

By this time, I was crying again and both Donny and Robby moved to comfort me.

“I...I...I’m sorry I am such a burden on you guys,” I sobbed. “I want to be a good little girl and make you all proud of me and I messed up again.”

“It’s OK, baby sister, Robby reassured me. “I went through this whole thing too, you remember how that was. It’s just going to take a bit longer for you.”

Donny chimed in. “Exactly. They are still working on Puericil-G. Trying to get the dose right. It seems to be more complicated than with boys. But I’ll be with you every step of the way. I’ve talked to Dr. Hansen a lot and she thinks you can make it all the way.”

I smiled through my tears and hugged him, not caring that the move displayed my bright red bottom to the Wilcox kids. Missy giggled a bit, but the boys didn’t even make a sound. They are really good kids.

“I suppose this means that I am going to be bare-bottomed all summer this year,” I said, resignedly.

“Afraid so,” Mummy responded. “Dr. Hansen was pretty firm on that. But it’s not so bad up here. County regulations say kids without pubic hair can be bare at any time except in food stores and restaurants. And a lot of the kids in the camp run around nude all the time.”

Jimmy spoke up. “Sure, Sandy. If you have to go bare, I’ll go bare with you whenever we are together. That way you won’t be the only naked kid.”

I had to smile at that. “That’s the best offer I’ve had all day, Jimmy. Thank you. Looks like we’ll be a couple for the summer.”

“Me, too,” both Missy and Teddy exclaimed almost together.

Mummy and Mrs. Wilcox almost burst their buttons trying to suppress their laughter. But I realized that it wasn’t as absurd as it sounded. After all, my body now looked like a tall pre-teen and not many people in camp knew my real age. I would look like a normal eleven or twelve-year-old girl playing with three younger kids. It almost seemed like it would be fun.

“Can we go swimming this afternoon?” Jimmy asked. “Lots of kids swim without suits. It will be fun.”

“If it’s okay with Mrs. Carson,” Mrs. Wilcox responded. “Sandy might want to take it easy this afternoon after what happened last night.”

Mummy looked at me. “Do you feel up to it, Sandy?”

“Sure,” I said. Actually, it did sound good. “The cool water will help soothe my sore bottom.”

Mummy smiled. “OK, but you’ll have to have an adult along with you. Donny? Bobby?”

They both nodded. “Well I have a sort of date with Marlene Dugan, but I can cancel it,” Robby said.

“Bring her along,” Mummy said. “You older kids can watch the younger ones.”

“Deal.” Both Donny and Bobby replied in unison.

So now Sandra Carson, 18-year-old young adult, has a date to play naked in the lake with three children under eleven whiles being supervised by three sixteen-year-olds. This was NOT the way I had envisioned my late teens.

This is turning out to be a very long letter. I will bring you more up to date later. Meantime I have a date with two boys who will give me a bath, stick a greasy stick up my bottom hole and put me to bed.

It’s all so unfair.

Love

Sandy

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Dr. Baker responds,

Dear Sandy,

Well you have certainly had a rough time of it since your last letter. It must be very disconcerting to be eighteen years old and still be treated as a pre-teen. And failing your junior year of high school has got to be discouraging. I have heard from other psychologists and pediatricians that the Puericil-G formulas now on the market are showing much more variable results than the formulations for boys.

I am glad that Robby is off his Puericil entirely now. (I got a letter from your mother a few weeks ago, so it is not a surprise.) But I am very pleased that he is now taking an adult role in your life and is showing so much consideration for you. He is certainly a success story. I know your mother is very proud of him and you should be too.

And Donny, of course, is your Rock of Gibraltar through all of this. It appears, from what your mother says, that he has given up most of the usual high-school experience to devote to raising you. You are a very lucky girl to have two “big brothers” to look after you.

Hugs,

Paul D. Baker, Ph.D.

End of Chapter 7

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