It's Not Fair - Sandy's Letter

It's Not Fair - Sandy's Letter 8

By Red Rover

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Sandy (18 years old)

CHARACTERS:

The Carson’s: Mother Macy (41), Children: Sandy (18) and Robby (16)

The Wilcox’s: Mother Angela (36), Children: Jimmy (10), Missy (8) and Teddy (6)

The Baxters: Donald and Donna (16) (twins)

Frankie Callaway (19) Donna’s boyfriend

The Dugans: Father Frank (44) Mother Julie (36) Daughter Marlene (16)

Doctor’s office: Marie Hansen, MD (37), Nurses: Lisa Dunbar (21) and Denise Morton (25

Part 8.

Dear Dr. Baker,

The swimming trip I told you about in my last letter started out well. I sort of enjoyed being a child for the afternoon. Marlene is a pretty girl, with dark hair, a little taller than Robby and, of course, more mature than I am. Neither she nor the Wilcox’s knew I was 18 so they treated me like a typical 11-year-old. Jimmy and Teddy went naked along with me, so I was not the only bare-bottomed kid in the group. When we got to the beach, Jimmy and I slathered the sun-screen on each other, mixed with squirming and giggling. I think it was probably the first time he ever got to run his hands all over a girl his own age. Of course, the “adults” checked to make sure we got each other covered. Robby did Missy and Marlene did Teddy, (lots more giggles.)

We four kids had a great time playing in the water and on the beach while the “adults” talked about the usual stuff that teens talk about. I found that I enjoyed playing with the younger kids more than listening to “teen talk.” There were a dozen or so other kids ranging from 6 to 12 at the beach. A couple of the boys were nude, but I was the only girl fully nude, albeit a couple of the younger girls went without their tops. Jimmy assured me that more kids would go fully nude after they got used to it. But we both enjoyed rubbing each other’s private parts, he even seemed to like my pathetic little boobs. Of course, we couldn’t go too far with this with the “grown-ups” watching us. Jimmy’s willie was still tiny, of course, but I could feel it stirring a bit as I rubbed the sun-screen on his privates.

(Does that make me a pedophile, Dr. Baker? Or am I just a normal preteen girl with the beginnings of sexual urges?)

Of course, I managed to get into trouble at the beach (sigh). There was a raft floating some distance from the beach that the older kids would use to lie on and get suntans. It had a small springboard at one end and they could practice diving as well. It was against the rules for the smaller kids to go out there and we had been specifically told not to by Donny and Robby. But it didn’t look that far to me and when Jimmy suggested we sneak out there, I was willing to go along. It was out of sight from the part of the beach where the older kids were talking, so we decided to give it a try.

Missy and Teddy were, or course, too small to swim that far and we told them to keep playing in the shallows where the older kids could watch them while Jimmy and I headed out. Well the water was a bit cold and we were a little tired from the previous playing, so it was heavy going for us. When we finally got to the raft, all we could do was hang onto the sides and try to recover our strength. There was a rope around the raft just above the water line, so we had something we could hang onto and catch our breaths. The we discovered that neither of us had the strength to lift ourselves out of the water and onto the raft. It was made of big logs and there was nothing to grab on to besides the rope, which was too low in the water to give us a purchase. Finally, I was able to give Jimmy a boost and get him onto the raft deck and he was just barely able to pull me up beside him.

Meantime, the sun was getting low and there was a chilly breeze. So, there we were, two scared, wet, chilled naked kids in a place we weren’t supposed to be. There were no boats in sight and no swimmers around us; it was very early in the season. We realized that we didn’t have the strength to make the swim back and we were both starting to shiver. Jimmy started to cry and, of course, that set me off as well, so we were a pretty miserable pair.

Finally, Missy swam out a short distance from the beach and yelled, “Are you guys OK?”

Jimmy finally stopped crying for a few seconds and yelled back, “No, Missy, we need help to get back to shore. Get Teddy out of the water and go find Robby and Donny.” I was still bawling like a three-year year old, partly because I was cold, wet and scared, but mostly because I knew what would happen when we got back to shore.

We were still crying and holding onto each other for warmth when Marlene and Robby came out with a small rowboat. By that time our teeth were chattering, and we barely had the strength to clamber into the boat. Marlene was there with a couple of blankets to wrap us in and we both hugged her like only a couple of scared kids can hug.

Meantime, Robby was rowing us back to the dock. “You two were told specifically not to go out to the raft,” he growled. “You could have drowned out here with the water as cold as it is. Well, we will get you back to the camp and warmed up. Then we are going to REALLY warm up your bare little bottoms.”

Marlene chimed in, “Yes, you’d think that 10-year-olds would have more sense than these two.”

That set us to bawling again. “I’m really, really, really sorry, Robby.” I managed to choke out. “It won’t happen again, please don’t be mad at us.”

(Back into 5-year-old mode, again. Good work, Sandy.)

Naturally, both families, along with Marlene’s parents, were waiting for us at the dock. Mummy picked me up and hugged me in relief and Angela did the same with Jimmy. I could see they both had been crying and that made me feel worse yet. Jimmy and I both blubbered out apologies and promises to behave in the future.

Marlene then introduced her parents: “Everybody, this is my Mom and Dad, Frank and Julie Dugan.” Everybody shook hands or hugged each other for a while. Missy and Teddy were dressed now, and they joined in the hugging. Jimmy and I just stood there shivering in our blankets and wishing we were somewhere, anywhere, else because we knew what was coming.

Frank finally broke the group hug. “I’ve got a good fire going, let’s get the children dried off and warmed up. Then we can have dinner.”

Mummy smiled. “That sounds good. We can deal with Bobbsey Twins after everybody gets a good meal into themselves. We put together our three family assets and we’ve got chicken, burgers and hot dogs. Everybody grab a plate and fill up. Sandy and Jimmy go warm yourselves in front of the fire and we’ll get a plate for each of you.”

So, the two of us toasted our bare bodies in front of the fire for a while until we started to feel human again. “Can we get dressed now?” Jimmy asked.

“No way,” his mother said. “You two will stay bare-bottomed until we have decided what to do with you. And maybe longer than that!”

So, the two of us stood there eating our beans and hot dogs in our glorious pre-teen nudity while other campers, adults and kids, stopped by to congratulate Marlene and Robby on our rescue. Naturally, the adults and some of the older kids had to hug us and pat our bare bottoms, along with some appropriate remarks about how red they were going to be in a while.

Then Mummy asked, “Do either of you children have to use the bathroom before we get started?’

(Time to pay the piper, little girl. Too bad there’ll be about forty people watching while we get our bottoms blistered.)

Jimmy turned red and said, “Not me, I took care of that on the raft.”

Everybody laughed, and I must have blushed even redder before choking out, “Me, too.”

(Wonderful. Now everybody in camp has a vision of me and Jimmy peeing over the side of the raft.)

A boy and girl about 10 put on a little show, the boy asking “Is this the girl’s side or the boy’s side, Emily?

And Emily came back with, “It’s the girl’s side, Roger. The boy’s side is facing out into the lake.” More laughter and more blushing for the two delinquents.

The four parents went into a brief conference as Jimmy and I tried to hold back the tears of embarrassment. We somehow found ourselves hugging each other for comfort, nude though we were. Of course, some 12-year-old yelled, “Get a room, you two!” And we both started crying.

Finally, the conference broke up and Mummy announced. “We have decided that Donny, Robby and Marlene will take turns administering the punishment to these two silly children. Donny and Marlene will start with a good long hand spanking. Donny will spank Sandy and Marlene will spank Jimmy. Once their bottoms are nicely toasted, each child will get 20 good spanks with the hairbrush from the two who did not do the hand spanking on them.”

Frank Dugan brought over two sturdy kitchen type chairs and set them up near the fire. Donny and Marlene sat in them and pulled me and Jimmy over their laps. The audience sat or stood where they could get the best view of the “show.“ Most of them held sodas or ice-cream cones, like this was part of the regular nightly “entertainment.” Jimmy and I hoped fervently that it wouldn’t be.

I, of course, was used to being spanked by Donny, but I don’t think Jimmy had ever been spanked by a girl close to his own age. Judging from the loud smacks, yelps and sobs coming from his direction, it was clear that Marlene was doing as thorough a job on his bottom as Donny was on mine. Of course, I only had a clear view of the pine needles on the ground and was full occupied in squirming, sobbing and yelping on my own. It seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes until the tears, snot and saliva were running off our faces and we were bawling at full 3-year-old levels.

Finally, Angela called a halt and the spankings stopped. We were released to hop around, still bawling and holding onto our sore bottoms while giving an appreciative audience a full view of our pre-teen boy and girl parts. Of course, there were still two rounds to come. Robby took Donny’s chair and Donny took Marlene’s chair. I went over Robby’s lap and Jimmy went over Donny’s lap for the first round of hairbrushing.

I won’t describe the hairbrushings in detail. But twenty had strokes with a hairbrush over an already tenderized bottom was as bad as it sounds. We were howling like banshees the whole time. I am sure we scared away every deer, bear and raccoon in the forest. Saying that my bottom was “on fire” is like saying the North Pole was “chilly.” After another naked “war dance” I went over Marlene’s lap and Jimmy went over Robby’s.

This was the first time I had been spanked by a girl of my own age group, except for Donna. Marlene was a strong as she looked, and her spanks were just as hard and regular as the boys’. By the time it was over, both Jimmy and I were just lying limp over our spankers’ laps barely even able to emit feeble moans. There was no question of a third “spanking dance,” we were too exhausted to even get up on our feet until our mothers helped us up.

Holding me while I sobbed, Mummy announced, “My thanks to the three young adults. That was a very thorough job of spanking and I am sure these two little darlings will think long and hard about any future misbehavior. Now we need to put the little ones to bed on their tummies and we’ll be back for some more fun around the fire.’

As she was guiding/carrying me to the cabin, she turned to Marlene. “By the way, Marlene, for the rest of the summer, if Sandy gives you any problem at all, feel free to put her over your knees and paddle her bare bottom as long and hard as you think appropriate. Same for you, Frank and Julie.”

Angela piped up. “And you can do the same for my three brats. You are all now members of the Carson/Wilcox clan for the summer.”

(Oh, great, I now have three more parents for the next three months. I may need a butt transplant before I go back to school.)

Well, Dr. Baker, that is the sad tale (pun intended) of my first day of summer. Pretty pathetic, eh?

It’s all so unfair.

Love

Sandy

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Dr. Baker responds,

Dear Sandy,

Well, you seem to have a real talent for getting yourself into trouble. Fortunately, you have Donny, Robby and now Marlene to deal with your misbehavior. It’s nice that you have Jimmy as a playmate as long as you don’t get him into trouble along with you too often. Having a bunch of kids your own (emotional) age to play with may help you get back into the “little girl” mode again. I know it’s a hard thing to accept, but you are still a pre-teen in your development, whatever the calendar says. So, make the most of being a child again. Yes, you must accept Donny, Robby and Marlene as “adults” and accept the fact that they are going to be responsible for you and the three Wilcox kids.

And don’t worry about being a “pedophile” because you have thoughts about Jimmy. Legally, he is a child and you are an adult, but the reality is that you are both children at the stage of development where sexual stirrings are beginning to appear. Just don’t get carried away and do something that would not be appropriate for an 11-year-old girl to do.

Hugs,

Paul D. Baker, Ph.D.

End of Chapter 8

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