Six Little Bares

Six Little Bares 2

By Red Rover

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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)

Denise Kendall (47), Eric (18), Brad (15) and Marla (12)

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Part 2 (Mandy)

While Matt stood beside his tree with his bare red bottom on display, the five of us in our almost-equally bare-bottomed costumes hurried to get the rest of the tables and furnishings set up for lunch. Lunch was basically cold stuff like sandwiches, potato salads, chips, etc. The adults would be setting uthe BBQ and cooking the meat for dinner while we kids played in the afternoon. Cherry and her boyfriend Eric Kendall supervised the rest of us as we cleaned up after lunch and set the tables back up for the supper meal. The Martin and Kendall kids helped us.

Once the tables were set and there was nothing for us kids to do, Cheryl spoke up. “Let’s get together a softball game.”

Softball was one of our favorite summer sports. We had about 25 kids between 8 and 12 plus a couple of teenagers, Eric took the lead. “We have a bunch of red and blue elbow and knee pads, so we will have Red and Blue teams. Brad will captain the Red Team and Jenny will captain the Blue Team. Mandy will pitch for the Reds and Lisa will pitch for the Blues. They are our best pitchers, so it should be a fair game. OK, Jenny pick one player, then Brad and so on until we have ten players per side.”

When the players had ben selected and put on their red or blue pads, Eric announced a surprise. “To make it more interesting this year, we have a new rule. Any time a player makes a hit, he or she gets to smack the opposing pitcher with a paddle.” He produced a small paddle (it was smaller than a ping pong paddle, but I knew it would sting). The batter gets one smack for a single, two for a double, three for a triple and five for a home run.”

Lisa and I looked at each other with dismay. “That’s not fair!” I sputtered. “Why just us?”

Cheryl smiled in her usual evil grin. “Our Little Bares need all the spanking they can get. Matt had his spanking this morning, so you two can be next. Or do you want me to talk to your mother and tell her you are being uncooperative?”

We shook our heads, resigned to our fates. There was no point in getting Mummy involved, she would back up Cherry as she always did.

Eric continued. “In the event that a run scores during an at bat, the opposing pitcher will get two extra spanks per run. That means if a player hits a home run with the bases loads, the pitcher gets eleven swats. Five for the home run and two each for the other three runs. After each series of swats, the pitcher must thank the swatter. ‘Thank you, Sir,’ or ‘Thank you Miss,’ are the appropriate responses. By the way, a walk, hit batter or error counts as a hit, it’s where the batter winds up that counts, not how he got there.”

I could feel tears forming in my eyes at the prospects and I could see Lisa’s lip was trembling. This was going to be a real nightmare. I knew we couldn’t get any support from the mothers or the other kids.

Then the last nail was driven into our coffin. “Our pitchers are going to work up a sweat, so it would be better if they removed their shirts and panties and just played totally bare, except for their sneakers, of course.”

Resigned to our fate, Lisa and I removed our shirts and panties as ordered. “They will need some sunscreen of course,” Cheryl remarked. “Jeff and Josh, rub in some sunscreen on your sisters, we wouldn’t want any part of their bodies to get red, - except, of course, their bottoms. Make sure you rub it in thoroughly and don’t forget the cracks and crevices.”

When we had been totally oiled and humiliated, Eric announced. “OK, Red Team take the field, Blue team will be first at bat. I will umpire behind the plate and Cheryl will umpire on the base paths. Let’s play ball.”

There were a few of the rejected kids in the stands along with some mothers, uncles, aunts and older siblings. And a few old men and women. Lisa and I were no strangers to being naked in front of people, but the pitcher’s mound on a softball field was more exposure than we were used to. I was able to hold my glove over my pussy while I walked to the mound, but my bottom and boobs (such as they were) were totally visible. I don’t know what was more embarrassing, having my boobs exposed or having people see how tiny they were for a mid-teen girl.

The first batter was Robert, an 11-year-old boy. Fortunately, he was more interested in looking at my hairless pussy than at where the ball was going. I struck him out on four pitches. So far, so good, one out and no spanks. The second batter was a girl about 12, She actually watched the ball and managed to get a single into right field. She stood on first as Eric called time and handed her the paddle. SMACK. My first spank of the day. It was a small paddle, but she had a strong arm and it stung big time.

A bit rattled, and feeling sorry for myself, I walked back to the mound to pitch to the next batter. Another girl about 9. She was small, and I had trouble getting the ball in the strike zone. So, I walked her on five pitches. Over to first for another swat. This time it wasn’t as hard, but I knew there would be more coming. Next up was Josh. Of course, he had seen every one of my girl parts on a daily basis for years, so he was not distracted a bit. He fouled off the first pitch, a hard screamer down the right field line. I was tempted to walk him deliberately, but that would load the bases, so I tried to get him to pop out with a high-inside pitch.

That, of course was just what he was waiting for, having batted against me many times. He slugged it into right field, getting it past the fielder. If the girl in right field hadn’t been quick on her feet it might have been a home run, but she got the ball back in time to hold Josh to a double. He was strong for his age but not a fast runner.

Of course, the two girls on base scampered around to score and now it was 2-0. A double and two runs – six swats for poor little Mandy’s bare bottom. Josh was delighted to apply the paddle six time as I jumped and yelped. In the process, I forgot about the “Thank you, Sir,” which got me another two penalty swats. Nine swats delivered and only one out in the first – it was going to be a long afternoon. The next girl hit an easy grounder which the first baseman muffed so she wound up on first and Josh wound up on third. Next up was a 13-year-old boy who wiffed at the first two pitches, watching my pussy and boobs, of course. Then he hit the third pitch deep to center field. Jeff caught it and threw it back in, but Josh was able to score. Two more swats for Miss Mandy. The next boy also popped up for the third out, but we were behind by three runs before we ever got to bat.

I walked off the field but didn’t feel much like sitting down on the hard, wooden bench with my sore bare bottom. Fortunately, Sally came to my rescue with an old boat cushion she scrounged from somewhere. Eric frowned, but Sally gamely said, “Lisa can use it when Mandy is pitching – that makes it fair for both of them.”

Lisa fared a little better than I did. Four hits but only two runs. One of the hits, though was a home run by Jeff with a runner on second. That got poor Lisa seven swats from Jeff, which he thoroughly enjoyed, but she didn’t. She was actually crying when the last swat was delivered. but braced herself and got out of the inning with only two more hits and no more runs. She took my place on the cushion and I went back out to pitch. By now, both our bottoms were quite pink and we knew they would be bright red by the end of the game.

After the end of the fourth inning, Lisa and I were both bawling. We couldn’t even sit on the cushion and her bottom was bright red with purple splotches. Mine was probably the same. I knew it hurt too much to even stand on the pitcher’s mound, so Eric took pity on us. The score was then 8-6 in Lisa’s team’s favor. I had received more swats than Lisa had, but not that many more and we were two very sorry little girls.

Cheryl decided that Jeff and Josh would replace us on the mound and the game continued. Now it was the boys’ turn to strip naked and have their dangly bits on full display. And they yelped and squirmed just as much as we girls had when their bare bottoms were paddled. When the game finally ended, the score was 12-9 in favor of the Blue team and everybody except the Bares had a good time. I don’t know how many pictures were taken, but I am sure all of our bottoms would be featured on the Internet for the rest of the summer and posted in school next fall.

So after the game, five of the Six Little Bares were running around completely nude from the ankles up and presenting bright red bottoms to the crowd. Naturally, everybody felt obligated to pat, rub or spank our bare bottoms at every opportunity. Of course, that didn’t prevent us from being required to set up the tables again for the BBQ supper. Cherry and Eric had sneaked off to do some making out on their own, so Brad and Jenny were directed to supervise us Bares. Brandy and Marie (Eric’s 12-year-old sister) were assigned to help us. B&J, of course, missed no opportunity to smack our bottoms as we worked.

Sally had managed to escape attention throughout the day, but her turn came when she was carrying a tray of drinks to a group of mothers who were observing the men cooking on the grills. She managed to spill the whole tray on them and they had to dash back to their houses to change clothes. Before they left, though, the instructed Brad to “give the little brat a good padding.” Brad didn’t need any persuasion, he grabbed poor Sally, stripped her and put her over his knee. He used Mommy’s hairbrush, which I thought was overkill, but he smacked her bottom until it was as red and purple as the rest of ours. Of course, Sally yelped, squirmed and bawled her head off, just as we had, but she got no mercy. Great applause from the Romans in the cheap seats, as usual. And lots more pictures.

Finally, we got to eat supper, all six of us standing around a table – nobody wanted to sit down. The food was good, but we thought the entertainment could have been better. Everybody was saying “Wow, that was great, we have to do this more often.” My head was full of images of the six of us spending the summer getting our bare bottoms spanked in front of an increasing large audience for the rest of the summer. The only thing that kept me sane was the realization that we would be going to the cabin by the lake the first of June and would spend the summer there, hopefully out of sight of the neighborhood barbarians.

So that was our May day adventure. Mummy is planning to keep us all on Puericil and Puericil-G until our 21^st birthdays, and maybe beyond. So that’s five more years for me and Matt. We thought about running away, but what would a pair of 16-year-olds who look like 11-year-olds do? Too bad the circus doesn’t come around anymore.

Mandy.

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