Room, Board and Hairbrush

Room, Board and Hairbrush 5

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)

Sarah Ballantine - age 43, married, 3 kids under 15, part-time cook at Hudson House.

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

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Part 5

So, there I was, Tracy Carter, no longer the problem child inmate, but in my new status somewhere between family pet and baby sister. Of course, I was lying across Rita's lap wearing nothing but my (slightly padded) bra and my bobby sox, being hand spanked when the doorbell rang.

Rita, of course, ignored the doorbell and continued to smack my bare bottom with her VERY strong hand. So, I maintained my cool while Greg went to answer the door and concentrated on the question of the moment, which was "Do I start bawling like a three-year-old right now or wait until the fire in my bottom gets a lot worse?"

I had compromised on a little sniffling and whimpering when Greg came back into the room with two pairs of blue jeans and sneakers. (Well, that was all I could see from my point of view.) One appeared male and the other female.

"Hello Fred, hello Fran,” Mrs. Hudson said. "Glad you could make it. Would you like some coffee or some soda?'

"No thanks, Mrs. Hudson," the female jeans replied. "We just finished dinner. So, who's the new girl?"

That would be me, of course. I considered identifying myself but I was too busy bawling and kicking my legs to frame a proper introduction.

"Let me take the little one, while you give Fred a proper greeting," Greg said, lifting me off Rita's lap and sitting me up on his own. Of course, this resulted in the exposure of the rest of my private parts to the new couple, who I could now see were a boy and girl about college age.

"This is Tracy Carter, she was a boarder, but I think she's going to be our new little sister," Greg said.

(Of course, I blushed furiously at the comment and of being 95% naked in front of company.)

"Tracy, this is Fred and Fran Tucker. Fred is Rita's current heartthrob and Fran is a nice girl who got unlucky in her choice of brothers."

Everybody laughed at that, even Rita who was currently engaged in serious lip lock with the new boy. "Everybody asks if the Tuckers are twins. One of them is a year older than the other, but I don't remember which."

Fran smiled at me. "Nice to meet you Tracy, I’m twenty and lover boy here is nineteen. We're both students at Farkel. How old are you?"

I blushed and squirmed on Greg's lap. "I know I look like a baby, but I am really 25. I just grew up slower than most kids." Greg noticed that my freshly-spanked bottom was squirming where it was sitting on his hard thighs and set me on my feet briefly before turning me over his lap. Now I was back bottom-side up again with my assets on full view but at least there was a cool breeze on my hot bottom. And I was lying partly on the couch, so I could lift up my head and see the visitors.

Fran moved over next to us and ran her hand over my warm bottom. "Mmm, nicely toasted," she said teasingly. "But it looks like she has taken care of herself." She spread my bottom cheeks and poked at my rosebud and my pussy lips. "She hasn't seen heavy duty in the anal area, and her pussy is reasonably tight, so I guess she has been a good girl most of the time. Can I unsnap her bra and turn her over?"

At this point, I am sure that my face was redder than my bottom.

{Wonderful. This girl has seen me for five whole minutes and she wants to inspect every inch of my body and her brother will probably do the same.}

Greg chuckled, unsnapped my bra and turned me over so that the Tuckers could make a detailed examination of the merchandise. They both did a thorough visual and tactile survey of just about every inch of the front of my body, including ears, mouth and teeth.

"Well, she's got only two ear piercings and none on her lips, tongue, nipples, navel or pussy lips. Let me check her clit - nope, nothing there either," Fred commented. "I'd say she is a healthy little girl who has been well cared for."

{Fabulous, I should fetch top price at the livestock market. Gonna brand me before the auction?}

"Oh, goody." Fran giggled, "Can we buy her and take her home?”

Fred chuckled. “Make sure she's potty trained first."

Everybody laughed except me. I was still wondering if my blush was covering my whole body now. But Greg turned me back over and smacked my bottom. "Sorry, I'm gonna keep this one for a long time, if she behaves."

I was expecting that Greg would finish my spanking and send me off to bed, but he just settled me over his lap and rubbed my bottom, pausing now and then to give it a few smacks "to keep the colour up." And the rest of them resumed their conversation about school, friends, families and other routine things.

Have you ever been in a room, naked and helpless over somebody's lap while five fully clothed people carried on a totally normal casual conversation? It is a weird feeling. This went on for almost an hour and I found myself starting to join in the conversation, just as though I were sitting up and wearing clothes.

Finally, Mrs. Hudson said, "I'll bet everybody could use some pie and coffee. We have cherry and pumpkin pie - who want's what?"

She got up and Greg patted my bottom. "Why don't you help Mama with the dessert, Babygirl?"

So, I climbed to my feet and followed Mama Hudson into the kitchen. At this point I didn't even think about FINDING my bra and panties, let alone putting them on. After all, what did I have to conceal now?

As we were loading up the trays, Mrs. Hudson gave me a big hug and patted my bottom. "You did very well in there, little girl," she smiled. "I was very proud of you." Of course, I smiled and wriggled like a puppy who has just had his ears rubbed.

(You got it - totally shameless. From college girl to family pet, that’s our little Tracy)

"And don't worry about Fran and Greg," she confided. "They are just casual friends. Greg isn't seeing anybody seriously."

{OK, Tracy, your lust must be showing like a girl baboon in heat. Why don't you just go in there and rub your rump in his face, so he can smell your girl-juices}

Come to think about it, girl baboons' rumps do get red while they are in heat, but I am pretty sure they don't spank themselves to get the colour.

After I helped serve the dessert, Greg took a sofa pillow, set it on the couch next to him and patted it. I went over and sat beside him and cuddled while the conversation resumed. OK I was still naked, but I was sitting up and holding a plate in my lap and could pretend to be a grownup for a while.

After another hour or so, the Tuckers made their excuses and wandered off. Rita showed them to the door and Greg chuckled and said, "I guess it's time to finish your spanking" and flipped me back over his knee.

I had sort of hoped he would forget about it, but he smacked away until my bottom was red hot again and I was bawling my head off as usual. Mrs. Hudson and Rita just smiled benevolently and cleared away the dishes as I squirmed, sobbed, slobbered and hiccupped my way through another spanking.

Finally, Greg picked me up and carried me up to the third floor. He set me on the potty, so I could pee, but at least he let me wipe myself off. Then he carried me to my room and put me to bed on my tummy. He pulled up the covers. tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead. "Goodnight, Baby girl," he murmured. "Daddy will be up to get you bright and early. Sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs bite." He patted my bottom through the blanket, turned off the lights and closed the door.

{Damn, I should have asked him to read me a story! No, he probably would have done it!}

I snuggled down with my warm bottom and even warmer thoughts and had a VERY nice sleep with dreams I won't share with ANYBODY.

END of Part 5

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