It's Not Fair - Timmy's Letters

It's Not Fair - Timmy's Letters 5

By Red Rover

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Timothy (15 years old)

Dear it’s Not Fair:

My name is Timothy Conway, but everybody calls me “Timmy.” I am 15 years old and in the 9^th grade. The last time I wrote to you, I was in the hospital after having been abused by my mother and my 12-year-old sister Jenny. I had a bad infection and was on antibiotics 24/7 to clear up the infection in my groin area. My former babysitter and now girlfriend Tami (age 14) rescued me when she found out what was going on and her mother took me to the hospital. I was barely conscious and in great pain, so they put me out and I didn’t wake up until 10 PM. Tami was in the room with me, already in her pajamas. They had arranged for her to spend the rest of the week in the hospital with me and brought a separate bed for her into my room.

Part 5.

On my fourth morning in the hospital, Nurse Douglas came in right after we had finished breakfast. Tami was still in her pajamas; she wore them most of the day, now. Since almost all the other kids in the Pediatric Ward were in pajamas, anyway, it seemed like the thing to do. Tami only got dressed when she had to leave the ward for some reason or others. The staff even gave her a bracelet like mine, so she could blend in with the other patients. There were a couple of other teen girls in the ward, but most of the kids were 12 and under.

“Good news, kids,” Nurse Douglas announced. “We can disconnect Tim’s IV now, so he can walk around the ward. We have to leave the shunt in there, but we can wrap it with plastic, so he can shower with it on. We will only connect him up for about a half hour, three times a day.”

“Yippie!” Tami and I said, almost in unison. “Free at last,” I added with a big grin.

Nurse Douglas, who was about our mothers’ age, smiled benevolently. “Now, Tim, remember that you are still very weak. Don’t try any heavy lifting or anything strenuous. Just walk around slowly and make sure you don’t trip on anything or lean over too fast.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take really good care of him,” Tami said firmly. “I won’t let anything happen to him.”

Nurse Douglas ruffled her hair – normally Tami hates that, but she was so happy she just smiled like she was seven. “I know you will, honey, you’ve been doing a great job for the past few days.”

As soon as she finished putting the plastic wrapping on my arm, I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. “Now for a shower. I like it when you give me sponge baths, but it’s just not the same as a real shower. Your mother will be here in about fifteen minutes, so I’d like to do it now.”

I leaned on Tami as we walked to the bathroom. Once in there, she helped me off with my pajamas and guided me into the shower. “Just hold onto the rail,” she said. “I’ll get a washcloth and be with you in a minute.”

About a minute later, she turned on the water and adjusted it so that it was warm but not too hot. Then she stepped in behind me and I felt bare skin against my bare back. I turned around in surprise and found that she was completely naked like me.

“Good grief, Tami,” I stammered. “What are you doing?”

“Well, my bashful boyfriend, you’ve seen everything I’ve got, and I’ve seen everything you’ve got, so, no surprises either way,” she said calmly. “Besides this way I can wash you and you can wash me and we can save water.”

“Good point,” I laughed, smacking her on her bare, wet bottom. “Saving water is important.”

Of course, she returned the smack and giggled. “It’s more fun this way, too.”

I don’t think we saved any water that morning, but we both got washed VERY thoroughly, even in places that don’t normally get washed in a regular shower. Unfortunately, we did a little too much giggling in the process and the bathroom door was suddenly opened.

“WHAT ARE YOU KIDS DOING IN THERE?’ It was Nurse MacDonald, whom all the kids called “The Wicked Witch of the West.” She was around 60 and had a short temper and no patience with kids of any age. How she wound up in a Pediatrics Ward was a mystery to everybody.

“This is a hospital, you nasty little brats, not a playground for perverts. I’m going to call the Head Nurse and get you two separated.” She was in a towering rage.

Fortunately, Aunt Carol arrived in the nick of time, accompanied by Debbie, Angie and Danny. (It was Saturday and no school.) So now there were five people observing me and Tami standing naked in the shower. Tami stepped in front of me, which blocked their view of my willie. She used her hands to cover her pussy and, without thinking, I put my hands on her breasts to hide her nipples. That, of course, set the Witch off again.

“Get your hands off that girl, you filthy little boy,” she screamed.

“OK, everybody calm down.” Aunt Carol declared firmly. “Nurse, these are my children. What are you so upset about?”

The two girls giggled and Danny looked dumbfounded. The Witch could barely contain herself and sputtered, “This is a hospital, not a locker room. It’s indecent, that’s what it is.”

Carol shook her head. “It’s a Pediatric Ward. You should be used to seeing naked children. The kids were taking a shower, not having an orgy. Why don’t you go and get Nurse Douglas or whoever else is in charge on this shift?”

Nurse MacDonald sputtered some more, but left the room. Aunt Carol is a very intimidating person when she gets angry. She turned to us and we both started to shiver. “Now why the hell didn’t you two lock the bathroom door before you decided to go nudist?”

She turned to look at Danny and the girls. “You three scoot out to the waiting room until I have decided what to do with Timmy and Tami.”

That did NOT sound good. But the three kids scooted as directed. I noticed I was back to being “Timmy” again. Not a good sign, either.

She glared at us. “You two stop shivering. It’s not THAT cold here. Now dry yourselves off. Timmy, put on clean pajamas. Tami, just put on your top. I’ll be waiting for you in the main room.”

We both knew there was only one reason that Aunt Carol wanted Tami bottomless. As her mother left the bathroom, Tami clung to me in panic. “She’s going to blister my butt for sure. I’m scared.”

I tried to reassure her. “It won’t be too bad. I don’t think she brought a paddle or hairbrush and she sent the other kids out of the room.”

“Yeah, but your belt is still in the closet; she might use it or ask one of the nurses for a paddle or something.”

I gave her a reassuring hug, trying to look braver that I really was.

So, we dried each other off and I got dressed in my clean PJ’s. Tami put on her top and held her pants in her hand as we gathered our courage to face the music.

When we got out into the bedroom, the hall door was closed and Aunt Carol was sitting in the visitor’s chair. To our relief, she was not holding any kind of spanking implement and there was none in sight.

“P-Please don’t spank me too hard, Mommy,” Tami pleaded. “I’m sorry for embarrassing you like that.”

“Oh, I’m not going to spank you at all,” Aunt Carol smiled. “And I obviously can’t spank Tim while he’s still recovering from his infection.

We both looked relieved and I was happy to be back to “Tim” again.

“In fact,” Aunt Carol said, with a suddenly evil grin on her face, “I’m not going to spank either of you again. But…”

We waited for the other shoe to drop, dreading what was coming after the “but.”

“From now on, when one of you deserves a spanking the other one will deliver it,” she said. “Tim will spank Tami and Tami will spank Tim.”

To say we were dumbfounded would be an understatement.

“I don’t expect either of you will need spanking very often, but I am sure it will happen from time to time. It will be done under my supervision or David’s and it will be done in private in your bedroom. Supervision is necessary because we want to be sure that it is a real spanking, not just a bit of pattycake.”

“And if we are not satisfied with the performance, BOTH of you will get a few good licks with David’s belt – the wide leather one.”

We both shuddered at that. Uncle David was a big, strong man and I am sure he would deliver a very nasty strapping.

“Now that we are clear on the rules, we can begin with the first spanking.” Aunt Carol said firmly. “Tim, lock the door to the hall and get up on the edge of your bed. Tami, get over Tim’s lap as soon as he is in position.”

Not seeing any good options, we complied and soon Tami was over my lap with her head and shoulders on the bed and her bare bottom in the standard spanking position.

“Now this spanking is NOT for being naked together or taking a shower together,” Carol emphasized. “Those are things that I expect you to do together in a mature and discreet manner in the future. This spanking is because you carelessly left the doors open and attracted attention to yourselves in a way that embarrassed yourselves and me. As young adults, you will be expected to maintain certain social norms and public nudity is not generally accepted. Is that perfectly clear?”

“Yes, ma’am,” from both of us.

“Very well, now let the spanking begin. Tim, I expect you to deliver a very vigorous hand spanking – you’ve been on the receiving end often enough to know what that is. I want Tami’s bottom to be bright red and warm when you are finished. Don’t let up when she squirms, bawls and promises to be good. I will let you know when the spanking is over.”

So, I took a deep breath and delivered a hard swat to the center of Tami’s left bottom cheek. It made a big, red handprint and she yelped, of course. “OWW, that hurt!!”

Aunt Carol laughed. “Of course, it hurt, silly child. It’s SUPPOSED to hurt. Now, Tim, that was about right; keep the spanks that hard or maybe a bit harder and cover her whole bottom until it’s nice and red.”

Tami’s performance over my knee was about the same as my previous performances over hers. Lots of yelping, squirming, sobbing and promises to behave. When her bottom was, to me, a satisfactory shade of red, I stopped spanking and looked at Aunt Carol for guidance. She examined the sobbing girl’s bottom carefully, even checking for warmth with her hand.

“Just about done,” she proclaimed in satisfaction. “A dozen more should do it. Put them on her sit-spots and one or two on the back of each thigh.”

After the final dozen, Aunt Carol proclaimed her satisfaction. “Good job, Tim. And Tami, you took it very well. Now just lie over Tim’s lap for a few minutes to catch your breath. Tim, you can rub her bottom to help take away some of the sting. I’ll get you some aloe cream to rub on later.”

After a few minutes, Tami was allowed to stand up and promptly hugged her mother. Then she grabbed me in such a fierce hug, I thought my ribs would crack. “I love you, Tim,” she whispered. “I’m sorry you had to do that.”

“I love you, too baby,” I replied, rubbing her back soothingly. “I don’t want to have to do that again.”

Carol laughed. “I don’t think it will be necessary very often. Now, Tami, you should put your pants on while I go get the other kids. We wouldn’t want to show them your red bottom, would we?”

Tami blushed and I chuckled. She quickly found her PJ pants and climbed into them as her mother left the room. Then she hopped onto the bed with me and we snuggled until her mother and the kids showed up.

When they showed up, Nurse Douglas was with them. “You two really freaked out Nurse MacDonald,” she chortled. “I haven’t seen her so upset since she found a black-widow spider in the linen room.”

“I’m sorry for that,” I said. “We just forgot to lock the bathroom door.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she smiled. “Old MacDonald is really ‘old school.’ We think she studied under Clara Barton. Just try to be more careful in the future.”

“We could hear you out in the waiting room, Tami,” Danny blurted out. “Did she spank you real hard?”

“Wonderful, now every kid on the ward knows I got spanked,” Tami groaned. At least it won’t be on Facebook, I hope.”

Angie and Debbie giggled. “We won’t post about it, Tami, promise,” Angie said. “Besides, next time it could be one of us,” Debbie added.

“We don’t need to be talking about spankings,” Aunt Carol interrupted. “They are embarrassing enough for the one who gets spanked.”

I was grateful that neither Carol nor Tami corrected the impression that Tami’s mother had done the actual spanking.

Nurse Douglas left a jar of aloe cream on my bedside table and withdrew. So, we had a long visit with the kids and caught up with all the stuff we had missed out on. Aunt Carol informed us that I would be released on Tuesday if my recovery went well. Tami would have to go back to school on Wednesday, but I would have the rest of the week off.

The visitors all left when they served us lunch. After that, Nurse Douglas handed me the jar of aloe cream and said. “I’ll leave you two along for a half-hour and lock the hall door.” Then she winked at us. “Have fun, but not too much fun.”

We both blushed at that and, as soon as the door closed, Tami pulled down her pants and got back over my lap. Rubbing the cream into her bottom was soothing for both of us and she said her bottom wasn’t nearly as sore.

We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening snuggling, doing homework and watching TV. After dinner, Tami got me a wheel chair and wheeled my out to the Lounge area where we watched more TV and chatted with the older kids.

I am really looking forward to Tuesday.

Timmy

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