Room, Board and Hairbrush

Room, Board and Hairbrush 2

By Red Rover

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ROOM, BOARD AND HAIRBUSH

By Red Rover

Principal Characters:

Tracy Carter (narrator) - age 25, first year grad student at Farkel University, Resident at Mrs. Hudson's boarding house.

Carlotta Hudson - age 47, widowed, former schoolteacher. Children: Rita (19) and Greg (18)

Boarding House Residents: Darlene Carmody (31), Amanda Parsons (29). Terri Melville (30), Christine Norris (27), Naomi Silverman (22),

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Part 2

Everybody was on time for breakfast and conversations were normal. I looked around the room and marveled. Ten young women, legally adults but effectively children. Two teenagers, in a parental status over “girls” who were 4-13 years older than themselves. And the motherly Mrs. Hudson with full power over all twelve of them.

We had all just about finished eating when Mrs. Hudson clanked her spoon against her glass for the morning announcements.

First, the weekly bathroom inspection results," she recited. "Third Floor - Excellent - keep up the good work, girls. Second Floor East - good - try to keep the medicine cabinets tidier and make sure there is plenty of toilet paper. Second Floor West - a disgrace - the place looks like the ladies’ room at a cheap bordello. Amanda, Christine and Terri, you have been warned before about this."

"As soon as you have been dismissed from breakfast, you three will proceed to the parlor where you will remove all of your clothing, stack it neatly on one of the end tables and put yourself over the arms of one of the couches. Two girls on one couch one on the other. Knees on the seats, bottoms in the air and heads dangling off the end. Rita will be in to spank you in a few minutes. After your spankings, you will remain in place for one hour to consider your neglect of duty. Then you will proceed to clean your bathroom properly, after which you will clean the common areas and the bathrooms off the TV room and game room. You will remain completely nude during that entire period. After all the designated areas have been cleaned to my satisfaction, you will be allowed to put your clothing back on and resume your weekend."

"By the way, the common areas will remain open to residents, guests and casual visitors during the entire period. Should you attempt to hide yourselves from visitors, you will receive an additional spanking in the presence of that visitor. Are there any questions? “I shivered and resolved to keep our bathroom spotless the whole year. Darlene looked at me and nodded as though she had read my thoughts. The three girls from 2nd west chorused "Yes Ma'am," almost in unison and did NOT look happy.

Mrs. Hudson then looked at me and said, "Tracy, there are some new developments in your financial situation. Rita has discussed this matter at length with your mother and they have agreed that you need further financial discipline. "

Great - my mother is discussing my "financial discipline" with a girl younger than myself. I wonder if she knows the kids are authorized to spank me. Probably - she would be too embarrassed to discuss it with me. I'd probably ask her why she didn't have the guts to spank me herself between the ages of 15 and 24, when it might have done me some good. Of course, all of this was to myself.

"You will turn over your mother's check to Rita this morning along with all of your credit cards and any financial statements that you have. Next week you will fill out the forms to give Rita total control of your bank accounts and credit cards. She will keep all your cards except for one card with a credit limit of $500.00 which is to be used for emergencies only. Rita will decide what constitutes an "emergency" and will punish you properly if you misuse the privilege. She will also give you a small allowance each week for bus fare, lunches and pocket money. You may ask her for more at any time, but be prepared to justify any additional expenses."

Wonderful, I am now a 25-1/2-year-old woman with a 19-year-old mother. What could be more natural? Except, of course, for also having an 18-year-old big brother who can spank me any time he feels like it. Of course, when he spanks me there is something else that kinda feels - Whoa, don't go there.

"And Tracy, come over here for a second, I need to check your bottom. Greg says it's pretty well marked and he's not sure you should get another spanking tonight. "

More humiliation for little Tracy, naughty girl grad student. I trudged over to her chair, unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down just below my bottom. Mrs. Hudson, pulled them down to my knees and then my panties. So, I am standing in the dining room at 8:45 AM with a bare bottom and twelve people observing my private parts. Just a normal Saturday morning at the House of Pain.

She poked and prodded around my bottom for what was probably only a few seconds but it seemed much longer. "Hmmm. Still quite a few bruises. I guess we'd better postpone tonight's spanking and give it to you Sunday night, OK, honey?" She gave my bottom a light smack and said, "OK pull them up and scoot up to your room to get your financial stuff."

Wonderful, something to look forward to for tomorrow night. So, I can go to my Monday classes and sit all day on hard chairs with a sore bottom.

"Rita will be in her office for a few minutes dealing with Tracy's finances. Anybody else who has something financial to discuss with her, just wait outside her office until Tracy is done. After that, Rita will spank the girls from 2 West and supervise their work for the rest of the morning. Greg will help me with the cleanup in the kitchen and then will be doing yard work. he may draft one or two of you to help there if he needs you.

Darlene and Naomi are excused for their Saturday classes, the rest of you are free until dinner once you clear it with me or Greg. Any questions?"

There were no questions so we all scattered to our assignments. When I brought down Mama's check and my financial stuff, I saw that the three girls from 2 West were draped over their couch arms with their bottoms bare, waiting for Rita. There were also two young men and a strange girl in the parlor, talking amongst themselves and trying not to stare at the three nude girls on the couches. I figured they were waiting for one of the other girls.

So, I took my financial stuff to Rita's office and sat down when she beckoned me to do so. She must have noticed when I winced a bit sitting down, because she smiled and patted my hand. "Greg gives pretty good spanking, doesn't he?" she said in a friendly tone. "I've gotten a couple from him and I sure don't want any more."

I shook my head, "Me, neither. But how many more am I going to get? Your mother was vague about that"

"At least one more," she responded. "It's usually three to five, but it varies considerably depending on the attitude of the girl."

"Hmmm, I detect an immediate attitude improvement for this little girl," I said, half-joking.

"Greg thinks you are salvageable," Rita went on, to my amazement. "He doesn't often say that about a new girl, but when he does say it, he is almost always right. You know that he takes primary responsibility for the girls on the third floor and I take primary responsibility for the ones on the second floor. That means he is going to have a lot to say about what you do and how you do it. It also means that if you pay real close attention to him and do whatever he says to do when he says to do it, you will have a very easy time here and you'll find yourself growing up fast."

She handed me an envelope full of small bills. "Here is your first week's allowance, its $50.00. That's not much; but tomorrow I'll get you a bus pass and your student ID will let you eat lunch cheap in the dining halls. As you show more responsibility, your allowance will rise proportionately. Now neither of us has any classes on Monday morning so we will go to the bank, the bus station and wherever else we need to go to get you squared away financially. Blow your allowance and you will meet my hairbrush and probably Greg's as well. Clear?"

I nodded. She smiled and patted my hand again. Then she reached down in a lower drawer of her desk and pulled out a small cloth bag. "Now we will deal with those bimbos in the parlor. Those three, we have all given up on. I think we'll be stuck with them until their money runs out, their parents lose patience or some fool decides he needs a sexy looking airhead as a wife. Follow me and do what I tell you to do without question - no matter how bizarre it seems. You will understand better afterwards and Greg will tell you how and why we do some things around here."

I took the bag and her hairbrush and followed her to the parlor. The three girls from 2 West were still lying over their couch arms with their bare bottoms on display. In addition to the two men and the woman that had been there when I went upstairs, there were two more girls I did not recognize.

Rita smiled and addressed the strangers, "Hello, I am Rita Hudson, Assistant Director of the Hudson Home. My mother is the Director. This is Tracy Carter, one of our boarders who is helping me this morning. Are you here to see one of our girls?"

The taller male spoke first. "I'm Paul Venable, these are my friends Jim Larson and Cindy Bancroft. We were planning on going to the State Park with Amanda today for some rock climbing."

"I see," Rita nodded, "and you girls?"

"Leslie Hart and Ginny Westcott," The blonde girl said. "We were going shopping with Terri."

"Well, as you can see, the girls have been naughty and are about to be punished," Rita said calmly. "I am afraid that Amanda will not be in any condition to do any rock climbing for a few days and Terri will not be getting her allowance today so she won't be doing much shopping. But you are all welcome to stick around and talk to them after their punishment session."

There were smiles on all their faces and none of the five showed the slightest inclination to leave. Rita smiled again. "We have bottled water, diet soda or regular colas out in the kitchen, Tracy, dear, would you bring some in for our visitors, please?"

The girls and one of the men asked for diet and the other man said, "Just water for me, thanks." So, I scooted out to the kitchen and brought back their drinks, not wanting to miss anything. When I got back, Rita had the three girls from 2 West on their feet in a line in front of the couch with their hands folded on top of their heads. They were all blushing and making little moaning noise at the humiliation of being thus exposed in front of their friends.

Rita looked them over and turned to the eager audience. "Ladies and gentlemen, what we have here are three children who simply refuse to grow up. Amanda how old are you?"

"Twenty-nine,” Amanda said sullenly.

"No, child, you have forgotten that children use the proper form of address to adults." Rita said sternly. You would normally address me as 'Miss Rita' or perhaps 'Miss Hudson', but since I am the adult primarily responsible for you children, I think you three had better address me as 'Mama Rita' until I decide you are mature enough to use another form of address. Now, how old are you, Amanda?"

I thought Amanda would choke to death or explode as she tried to get the words out. "T-T-Twenty-nine, Mama Rita."

"And how many colleges have you attended before coming to Farkel?"

"Five, Mama Rita."

"And how many times have you changed your major since you have been at Farkel?"

"Four, Mama Rita."

"Dear me, it looks like you are going to get your degree about the same time as your first Social Security check. Is that your plan, Amanda, my silly little child?"

"No, Mama Rita."

"And in spite of all that education, you still can't seem to manage to keep your bedroom and your bathroom clean. It seems to me that you are being a silly irresponsible child, correct?"

"Yes, Mama Rita."

“No, Amanda, i want you to say it out loud: 'Mama Rita, I am a silly irresponsible child who deserves to be punished frequently and severely until I show some vague signs of growing up.' Go ahead and say that loud enough for your friends to hear clearly."

Amanda sighed, closed her eyes and made a pitiful little mewling sound. But she stiffened her back and cleared her throat. "Mama Rita, I am a silly irresponsible child who needs to be punished severely and frequently until I show some signs of growing up."

Rita smiled. "Not quite correct, but close enough. Now it's Terri's turn."

She went through the same routine with Terri and Christine with similar answers. Terri was thirty and Christine was twenty-seven, but the basic stories were the same. By this time, Christine was quietly sobbing and the other two were sniffling. Our five guests were sitting back, trying to repress giggles and broad grins.

"Well, now you see my problem," Rita addressed the guests. "I am nineteen years old. By rights, I should be going to classes, doing homework, rock climbing and shopping with my buddies. Instead I am being a foster mother to a bunch of girls as much as a dozen years older than myself. But I can do that, because I am an adult. These children are not adults, as much as they may look like adults on the surface. Look at them, do you see anything wrong with their appearance?"

The visitors and I stared at the three nude girls, but nobody said anything.

"Well they all have pubic hair," Rita said in a puzzled voice. "Big girls have pubic hair, but little children don't. So, we'll have to do something about that. Tracy, dear, open the bag and take out the shavers."

I opened the cloth bag and took out two battery-powered ladies shavers. "Thank you dear," Rita said and took one of the shavers. Now Amanda, take a step to your left and Terri take a step to your right. All three of you spread your legs open a bit. Tracy, bring over the two footstools, put one of them down in front of Amanda and one in front of Terri."

I did so and Rita sat down in front of Amanda and clicked on the shaver. The sharp buzz made the three girls jump and they all started crying. "Such babies” Rita said and ran the shaver over Armada's pubic mound and down the side of her vulva. "Tracy, dear, do the same on Terri, but be careful, we wouldn't want to damage anything they might want to use when they grow up."

"Yes, Mama Rita," I said and turned on my shaver.

Rita laughed. "Tracy, you don't have to call me 'Mama’, that’s for the little girls. You're one of my big girls and you can just call me 'ma'am' or 'Miss Rita.'"

"Yes Ma'am," I said and set to work on Terri. Rita worked so fast, I was sure she had done this many times before, but I was more cautious. She finished up Amanda and was almost finished with Christine when I finished with Terri.

We got up and stepped back to survey the results. All three girls had been sunbathing nude or with thong bikinis during the summer and had good tans except for the area formerly covered by their public hair. So now they looked as though they were wearing tiny while bikinis. But when you looked closely, they did indeed look like nine-year-old girls from the waist down.

"Aren't they cute," Rita enthused. "They look like three little maids from school, all ready to scamper down to the kiddie pool and jump in with their little friends."

She handed my back her shaver and I put it and mine back into the bag. Then Rita frowned. "Oh, dear, we have a problem, it looks like Christine has sprung a leak." Sure enough, there was a little trickle of yellow liquid making its way down Christine's inner thighs. She realized it at the same time and started bawling like a toddler in the same predicament.

"Quick, Tracy, get me some towels from the laundry room,” Rita directed urgently. I dashed off and managed to make it back before the trickle reached the floor. I threw one towel at Christine's feet and she quickly stepped onto it.

"Put towels under all three of them," Rita ordered. I did so, just in time as Terri's bladder gave way. All of our visitors were howling with laughter by this time and the three victims were bawling their heads off. Amanda was still dry, but she was pressing her thighs together and grimacing as though it was only seconds to disaster for her as well. Loss of bladder control is contagious, I felt an urge to go myself and I hadn't been lying around with my bare bottom in the air for an hour.

Rita tossed another towel to Amanda. "Stuff this between your legs and head for the bathroom," she said. "Tracy, clean off Terri as best you can, and follow Amanda. I'll take care of Christine."

Amanda waddled off as fast as she could move with the bulky towel between her thighs and I dried off Terri as best I could and followed.

Rita looked at the visitors and calmly announced. "There will be a brief pause in the program while we get the babies cleaned up. The spankings will begin in twenty minutes.

END of Part 2

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