Six Little Bares

Six Little Bares 1

By Red Rover

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THE SIX LITTLE BARES

By Red Rover

INTRODUCTION

Location: A small city in the Northern Midwest.

Time: The near future (in the Puericil Universe)

The Runyon Family:

Margaret (“Meg”) Runyan, age 43 (Husband, Greg Runyon, deceased)

Cheryl (“Cherry”) Runyan, age 19. (Paul’s youngest sister)

Children: Mathew (“Matt”) and Amanda (“Mandy”) Twins age 16

Lisa, age 14, Geoffrey (“Jeff”) and Joshua (“Josh”), Identical twins age 12.

Sally, age 11.

Family History:

Seven years ago, when Greg’s parents died, he brought his younger sister Cheryl to live with them. She was twelve years old at the time and the older twins, Matt and Mandy, were nine. Greg spent a great deal of time on business traveling and had little to do with the raising of the children. Cheryl was a great help to Meg in dealing with the younger children. Not only was she older, she was taller, stronger and more athletic than Meg’s children who tended to be small and physically weak. (Today, at 19, Cheryl is 5-11 and muscular. Matt is only 5-3 and slender at 16. The other children are even smaller.)

A year later, Greg died in a private airplane crash while on a sales trip. He was heavily insured, so the family was well off financially. Meg continued to work as an elementary school teacher and continued her active social life. But she was more dependent than ever on Cherry, who now ruled the children with an iron fist. It was at her suggestion that all six children were put on Puericil or Puericil G when they turned ten years old. This, of course, prevented them from going through puberty and left them even smaller than normal for their ages.

Cherry has adopted the most radical aspects of the Puericil program. She believes in frequent spankings, nudity and public embarrassment as tools to keep the children in their place. All six of the children are often found naked in the home and the back yard, especially when visitors are present. Among the neighbors the kids are known as “The Six Little Bares.” Their bare bottoms are as well-known as their faces, both in town and at the Runyan’s’ summer cabin near a lake about 100 miles north of town. And those bottoms are often red, as Meg and Cherry believe in frequent spankings.

SIX LITTLE BARES

By Red Rover

CHARACTERS

Margaret “Meg” Runyan (43), Mother, Widow

Cheryl “Cherry” Runyan (19) Meg’s sister-in-law

Children: Matt and Mandy (16), Lisa (14), Jeff and Josh (12) and Sally (11)

Alice Martin (41), Daughters Jenny (14) and Brandy (11)

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Part 1 (Matthew)

It was a gorgeous May Day and about a dozen families were having a Saturday picnic and “field day” in the common area behind our homes. We had a large grassy area with picnic facilities, a softball diamond, tennis court and other play facilities for kids from six to adults. This area was bounded by twenty homes on four sides and was the “back yard” for all of them. Most of the homes were occupied by single, divorced and widowed mothers with children ranging from 2-20.

My name is Matthew Bunyan and I am 16 years old. I have a twin sister, Mandy, younger sisters Lisa (14) and Sally (11). I also have twin brothers, Jeff and Josh, who are 12. Our Dad died about six years ago. There is also Cherry, who is technically our aunt. She was our dad’s youngest sister and was living with us when Dad passed away and still does. She is 19 and just about to graduate from high school.

The biggest problem is that Cherry was never considered a “kid” by our parents and still isn’t. Even though she is only 3 years older than Mandy and me, we are still “children” and she is an “adult.” It has been this way since Dad passed. She was 13 and the time and Mandy and I were 10. Mummy treats her as an adult and has given her full authority over the six of us, whom she treats as though we were all 6-9 years old. Mandy is five years older than Sally but is treated exactly the same. And I am four years older than the twins but am treated the same way.

All six of us have to call our mother “Mummy” and Cherry “Miss Cheryl” or “Aunt Cheryl.” It is very childish and demeaning, which suits them quite well. Using the words “Mom, “Mama” or “Cherry” will get any of us a quick spanking. Yes, we all get spanked often and always on the bare bottom, regardless of where we are or who else is present. It is especially humiliating for me and Mandy who are the two oldest kids in the compound (aside from Cheryl).

Worse yet, all of us boys are on Puericil; and all the girls are on Puericil-G. We were started on it at ages 9 or 10 and still get it every day. It is in the rectal form, so we get a daily humiliation of having a girl just a couple years older take us over her knee, take our temperatures and insert the suppository. This usually takes place in the living room, often with visitors observing us. And if we resist or “act up,” we get a bare-bottom spanking.

So now you have six kids between 11 and 16 who look like 10-11-year old’s. None of us has pubic hair or any other hair below the neck. The girls’ breasts are tiny, and the boys’ penises are tiny as well. None of us has even started puberty yet. Because of this Mummy and Cherry treat us all as though we were toddlers. We get bathed and dressed by them, they spank us whenever they feel like doing it and they feel that way a lot.

Spankings are always on the bare bottom and often public or semi-public. To make this simple, they have decided to keep our bottoms readily accessible at all times. The only time we can dress like teens or pre-teens is when we are at school. Their favorite costume for us is a thong, which exposes our entire bottom, with a T-shirt that doesn’t even reach our waist. The front of the shirt shows a pair of cute little bear cubs and the back says, in big letters, “MUMMYS LITTLE BARES.” So, all the neighbors refer to us as the “Six Little Bares.” We have to change into this babyish costume as soon as we get home from school. Not only do we wear it around the house, but we have to wear it on the playground and on trips to stores, doctors’ offices and any other place that is not school. The local judge says that as long as our genitals are covered, it is legal.

So, the six of us were assigned to help the adults set up for the picnic. We ran around with our stupid little T-shirts and bare bottoms, much to the amusement and derision of the other kids our age and younger. Inevitably, when one of us passed close to an adult or teen, we’d get a smack on our bare bottoms, accompanied by a snicker or giggle, depending on the sex of the spanker. I had just finished carrying a heavy icebox full of soft drinks out to the table area, when Mrs. Marvin spoke to Mummy.

“Your little Mattie has such a cute little bottom, doesn’t he? I almost want to spank him just to see it bounce up and down. How about you Jenny?”

Her 14-year-old daughter Jenny responded with glee. “Yes, that’s the most spankable bottom I have seen in a long time. I’d like to give it a good spanking.”

((Yeah, like she spent a lot of time comparing boys’ bottoms. Well, maybe she did.))

Mummy smiled wickedly. “Well, Jenny, you are a very responsible and mature young lady. I am sure you’d do a good job of it.”

((Of course, I turned bright red, but didn’t dare speak or leave.))

“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Marvin prattled on. “Jenny just got her baby sitter’s license and she’s looking forward to earning some pocket money over the summer.”

Mummy smiled again, and my heart sank. I knew what was coming. “So, Jenny could probably use some spanking practice, right Alice? She may have to spank some naughty little boys and girls and should have appropriate training.”

Alice giggled like a teen-year old and said with an almost-straight face. “A little practice wouldn’t hurt. Of course, Mattie won’t like it much.”

Mummy gave her cruel laugh. “Matt spends a lot of time over my and Cherry’s laps. He’s very well used to getting his little tushie paddled bright red. Just like his face is now.”

((By now I was shifting from foot-to-foot, blushing furiously and wanting to run, hide or die.))

“I’d LOVE to do that, if it’s OK with you, Mrs. R,” Jenny chirped up. “I haven’t ever spanked a boy, just Brandy sometimes when we were playing.”

Brandy blushed at that but smiled eagerly. “I’d love to see you do it, Jenny.”

“Then it’s settled,” Mummy said firmly. “Matt, get that kitchen chair and bring it over here.”

“B...b...b...but, Mummy, I didn’t DO anything!” I wailed.

“Nonsense, “ she stated flatly. “It doesn’t matter if you did anything or not. Little boys need frequent spankings and Jenny needs the practice. Now move or I’ll send Cherry for the belt.”

So, I dashed over, got the chair and set it up where Jenny could take her seat. Jenny was almost 5-7 and a good athlete. She played tennis, volleyball and field hockey, so she was a lot stronger than I was.

As directed by Mummy, I stood in front of Jenny, resigned to the inevitable. Mummy then shocked me by pulling my T-shirt over my head and off, leaving me almost entirely naked.

Then she told Jenny. “We spank naughty little children completely nude in our house. Just pull down Matt’s thong and take it off.”

Jenny grinned and proceeded to do so, getting a full close-up view of my little-boy penis and tiny testicles. She deliberately did it in slow motion, to prolong my anguish. When it was at my ankles, she motioned me to step out of it and I complied.

Mummy picked up my thong and shirt and handed them to Sally, who had come up during the “unveiling.”

Go put these in the laundry hamper,” she told Sally. “Matt won’t need them for the rest of the day.”

Sally scurried off, not wanting to be “next.”

Mummy turned to Jenny and instructed. “Move your knees apart so Matt can lie across your left thigh. You are right handed, right?”

Jenny nodded and moved as directed. So, I put myself across her knee, realizing that my little-boy parts were in direct contact with Jenny’s bare thigh. Without instruction, she moved her right leg so as to pin both my legs, leaving me with my bare bottom in the air, fully exposed for the spanking to come and totally helpless to move or resist.

So, there I was, a 16-year-old boy completely naked and about to be spanked by a 14-year-old girl. Worse yet, the spanking was about to be observed by at least a dozen women and girls of various ages. Already I was hearing titters, giggles and comments about how “cute” by butt was and how small may by-parts were.

Jenny was clearly enjoying the situation. She made small “adjustments” to my position, which gave her an excuse to handle my penis, testicles and thighs. When I squirmed around in response, there was another burst of giggles and titters from the fascinated audience.

The first couple of spanks were sort of tentative, but she got a firm grip around my waist and then began spanking in earnest. She was only using her hand, but she was stronger than Cherry or Mummy, so the spanks hurt more than hand-spanks from them did. I tried to be brave and take it “like a big boy,” but I was soon crying and wriggling my bottom in a vain attempt to escape the barrage. She didn’t spank super-fast, each spank was a separate, painful event, but the buildup of pain and burning was intense.

Of course, there were the usual comments from the peanut gallery. “Wow his tushie is getting red,” “He really yelped at that one,” and the like. But I had pretty well tuned out the audience reactions and was just concentrating on the fire in my bottom. I was bawling pretty hard by the time the spanks ended.

When Jenny stopped spanking and said, “My hand is getting sore,” I thought I was out of the woods. No such luck.

Mummy ran her hands over my sore bottom and murmured, ‘Nice and warm and toasty, but I think it needs more work. What do you think, girls?’

So, all the women and girls had to run their hands over my red bottom, indulging in a few pinches, pats and fondling in the process. 11-year old Brandy added the ultimate humiliation by poking her finger into my rectum and giggling as I yelped. She wiggled it around a few times while the audience laughed at my squirming.

After everybody had their “hands on” time, Mummy took a poll. The consensus seemed to be: “Needs more work.” (Of course, nobody asked for MY opinion.)

Mummy gave her evil smile. “Well, Jenny, you’ve done a good job of warming up his cute little bottom, but it’s time to finish the job. A spanking isn’t really complete unless the naughty little boy has a good hard session with the hairbrush.”

The audience laughed and applauded as Mummy took her hairbrush out of her purse and handed it to Jenny. (The hairbrush was large and made of oak. According to Mummy, it had warmed her bottom many times while she was growing up. In fact, she swore she left on her honeymoon with a very red bottom, thanks to Grandpa who objected to some of her comments at the reception.)

Be that as it may, Jenny wasted no time in re-adjusting my bottom and delivering the first smack on the center of my right butt cheek. WOW! She was a strong girl. That stroke was harder than either Mummy or Cherry had ever given me. I let out a howl that must have been heard two blocks away. The next on, on the left cheek, wasn’t quite as hard, but it still produced an ear-splitting scream of pain.

After that, it was a continuing series of smacks that covered my entire bottom and the tops of my thighs. For me, it was just a blur of sound and pain. I yelped, howled, screamed and pleaded for mercy – all to no avail. I have no idea how many times that evil brush made contact with my ravaged bottom, but I had screamed myself hoarse by the time she was done with me. Toward the last, I could just lay limp over her knee and sob my heart out. My bottom felt hot enough to melt glass, let alone fry an egg.

Of course, I was also a slobbering mess, with tears, snot, drool and sweat dripping off me. I had even managed to lose bladder control toward the end and peed all over Jenny’s thighs and legs. It was just total humiliation. “Looks like Baby Bare sprang a leak,” Jenny giggled. Since she was wearing shorts and was barefoot, nothing was damaged, except, of course, my bottom and dignity.

Normally after a hard spanking, we would jump up and down in our “spanking dance,” rubbing our sore bottoms and displaying our boy and girl parts to the appreciative crowd. But this time, I was too exhausted to even stand up. When Jenny dumped me off her lap, I could just lie there in my tears, snot, sweat and pee.

Somebody handed Jenny a towel and she wiped off her legs and feet. “I better go take a shower. I worked up quite a sweat spanking our little bare boy.”

Mummy hugged her proudly. “You did a great job, Jenny. That was a spanking little Matt will remember for a while.”

Thanks Mrs. R.” Jenny said. “It was a lot of fun.”

“Well any time you need more practice, honey, feel free to come over to our house. We always have a couple of boys and girls that need a spanking. You need to practice on girls, too. We have three to choose from and two more boys.”

And, from now on, you can call me, ‘Meg.’ And you can call Cheryl, ‘Cherry’ The three of us will be spanking together and we don’t need to be formal. Of course, the children will call you ‘Miss Jennifer,’ because you will be an adult to them.”

As Jenny walked off to the girls’ shower room, Mummy helped me up from the ground. “Now, let’s s get you cleaned up as well. Imagine a boy your age peeing all over himself and a girl younger than himself.”

She turned to Brandy. “Why don’t you take him to the boys’ shower room and clean him up. Be sure to clean his boy parts and his bottom hole, he doesn’t do a good job on those places. Use a scrub brush if you have to.”

So now I was in the “custody” of another girl, this one five years younger that I was.

That concluded my spanking for the day. I just went back to working on the setup and serving of lunch. Totally naked, of course, Mummy had a rule that a child who had been spanked spent the rest of the day nude.

My siblings, however, were not so lucky.

End of Part 1

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