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âSHOWING THEMâ by the Crimson Kid
LATE JULY 1968
âDonât even think it,â Dimity Hamilton advised her second cousin Richard Phillips, âThatâs simply never been done.â
She liked the slightly stocky sixteen-year-old, whose wavy auburn hair, hazel eyes and pleasant facial features she found to be appealing, but considered him to be overconfident in that area.
Cathleen Wilkes nodded soberly. âNobodyâs ever gotten a âthree-one-oneâ ass-whuppinâ from my mother without kicking, crying and begging for mercyâI know from experience, the person getting it on his bare behind just canât help himself.â She was a freshly pretty, aquamarine-eyed silver blonde with cascading, curly, shoulder-length hair, nearly eighteen years old and at 5â10â two inches taller than her masculine second cousin.
He chewed his lip. âMaybe Iâd end up kicking and crying, but you can be damn sure I wouldnât do any beggingâIâve got my pride.â
The blonde chuckled. âMale ego, you meanâIâve dealt with plenty of them, Richie. Trust me, Mom would have you begging her to stop scorching your bare ass.â
Dimity, first cousin to the seventeen-year-old, pursed her lips. âI guess weâll only know for certain if Richieâs willing to put his money where his mouth is.â The Mediterranean-complexioned younger girl was the physical opposite of the lithe, Nordic-looking Cathleen, having a pleasingly plump, 5â3â tall body, pixie-cut auburn hair, chocolate-brown eyes and a sweet-looking face
âYou mean put his FANNY where his mouth is, donât you?â chortled Cathleen. Her gaze bored into the boyâs eyes. âAdmit it, you donât have the nerve to back up your bragging by actually showing us.â
Dimity shrugged. âYou canât expect him to deliberately earn a spanking from Aunt Scarlett, especially not a âthree-one-oneâ butt-blistering.â
The older girl snorted. âNo, because like most guys heâs all talk and no action.â
His pride stung, Richard frowned. âYou think so, huh?â
âUntil you show me otherwise,â Cathleen countered breezily.
âDonât be rushing into anything stupid, Richie, just to prove how macho youâre supposed to be,â his younger cousin counseled.
Her show of concern had the reverse effect from what sheâd intended, since Richard wouldâve done almost anything to impress Dimity, including âmanfullyâ disregarding her warning.
He smiled tightly. âIâm going to show both of you, DimieâŚSo how should we set this up?â
The three cousins, wearing working clothes, were seated at the kitchen table drinking iced tea, having recently finished their assigned chores for the day.
Cathleenâs grin was predatory. âOkay, if youâre still sure about proving yourself, hereâs my ideaâŚâ
At forty-four years of age, Scarlett Wilkes fit the image of a tall, buxom, strong-yet-sexy farmerâs wife, a woman who could perform physical labor eleven hours a day yet still have enough energy left to nourish her children and satisfy her husband in the conjugal bed. Although only her youngest child remained at home and sheâd been widowed by a traffic accident seven years earlier, the family farm had remained a profitable businessâsheâd downsized its operation enough that she could manage it herself, with the assistance of outside hired help.
During the warm pre-harvest months, the woman offered her teenaged relatives employment on her farm doing simple menial tasks involving upkeep of the premises; they received moderate wages, working six- to eight-hour days with weekends free, plus room and board, and could stay as many weeks as was feasible given their summertime activities. Not only did her farm acquire affordable labor, but she and her still-at-home children got to know their âcity cousinsâ much better than they otherwise would have, given their isolated location.
Those teenaged employees were treated by Scarlett exactly as her own children were, with caring affection but also strict discipline. She believed in a âspare the road and spoil the childâ approach to rearing children, including teenagers, and those who worked for her during the summer were subject to sound corporal correction for offenses such as disrespect, disobedience and poor working efforts.
Dimity had been employed at the Wilkes Farm for three-week periods in each of the previous two summers, developing a friendship with Scarlettâs daughter Cathleen, but Richard was a newcomer. âAunt Scarlett,â as she insisted on being addressed by all of her ânext generationâ kinspersons, suspected it was more than coincidental that his two-week period of employment overlapped his younger second cousinâs three-week one, but the woman had no objection to youthful romance within limitations.
The after-supper cleanup was finished by six-thirty that evening, at which point Scarlett announced that she was going to take a relaxing hot bath before watching television. Richard decided to take an immediate quick shower, furtively excusing himself and heading upstairs toward his guest room.
âDimie and Iâll go out and check the strawberry patch,â Cathleen informed her mother. âI like to imagine the taste of shortcake next month.â
Three minutes later, while in the master bedroom beginning to strip down for bathing, Scarlett heard the creaking of a sliding door to her closet. Speculating that one of her pet cats might have trapped herself in there, the semi-nude female walked over and slid the right-side door open, exposing Richard inside the closet holding his flash camera.
âRichie, Iâm shocked,â she gasped, making no attempt to cover up her 5â11,â still-firm womanly body, clad only in a white bra and cotton panties, âNot to mention deeply disappointed in you. Youâve seemed like such a trustworthy young man, yet now youâve pulled a stunt like this!â
The boy shook his head regretfully. âAunt Scarlett, I justâŚIt was a sudden impulseâŚâ
Scarlettâs hands landed on her hips as she scowled. âOkay, you privacy-invading reprobate, youâve got a choice: Either I send you home in the morning, on the eight-thirty bus out of town, or you follow me out to the woodshed for the butt-whuppinâ of your young life.â Her turquoise eyes flashed white fire. âYou have exactly ten seconds to make up your mind, Richie.â
âThe woodshed,â he croaked.
She smiled thinly. âAs a male, youâll only be exposed in the rear, so please replace your underpants with the jockstrap I told you to packâyou have thirty seconds to meet me downstairs.â
âOkay, Aunt Scarlett,â Richard murmured.
âYouâre to address me as âmaâamâ until your punishmentâs finished,â the dishwater blonde stated sharply. âTwenty-six seconds left!â
âYeh-Yes, maâam.â He rushed out of the room.
Momentarily, Scarlett grinned grimly as the sixteen-year-old hurriedly arrived as instructed. âIt seems Iâm a faster dresser,â she noted. âGet the hedge clippers, youâve got five minutes to present me with three willow switchesâtheyâd better be wickedly whippy, thick as my little finger, three feet long and completely peeledâŚUnderstood?â
He nodded. âYes, maâam.â
Six minutes later, seated on the the woodshedâs single step while fingering the trio of yard-length willow wands, the woman smiled smugly. âAll three are satisfactory, something of which youâre about to become painfully awareâŚLetâs go inside and get underway with your punishment, Richard.â
The building was a mini-sized cabin for storage of various items, including seed and machinery, although there was stacked firewood kept atop an eight-feet-high loftâwhich justified the term âwoodshedâ for it. In the âwhuppinâ area,â several instruments of corporal correction hung on the wall, while a thick quilt was draped over bales of hayâthree stacks of two bales next to a single bale, effectively creating sixteen-inch-high âsteps.â
Once theyâd walked inside, Scarlett flipping on the ceiling lights, the teenager shuddered in trepidation. âNow what?â
Her eyebrows arched. âYou lower your pants to half-mast position, then kneel on the first step and bend way forward across the top, making your naked buttcheeks push backwards, giving me a wide-open target to work over.â
Richard cringed. âWork over how?â
His disciplinarian set two switches down, then flicked the third one menacingly. âYouâre going to receive a âthree-one-oneâ licking, Richard, the most severe type I administerâmy late husband underwent perhaps twenty of them during our fourteen years of marriage, and all of my children bawled through at least one during their teenaged years. Basically, itâs three switchings separated by a razor stropping and a paddywhacking with my sorority paddle, each session being fifty strokesâextremely emphatic ones, believe me.â Her head shook. âI still have no idea why youâd treat me that way, invading my privacy for a cheap thrill, but such misconduct calls for intensive correction.â
The boy was downcast. âAhhhh-I canât explain, Aunt Scarlett, but you shouldnât take it personally.â
Her sarcastic laughter trilled. âPeeping at me getting undressed, I shouldnât take that personally, hmmmm? In that case, while Iâm firing up your fanny, donât take it personallyâŚSpeaking of which, letâs get this butt-blistering startedâyouâve got thirty seconds to assume the proper punishment position, which includes baring your behind.â
âYeh-Yes, maâam.â It took him eighteen seconds to lower his bluejeans to his knees, exposing his supporter-framed posterior, then kneel on the first blanket-covered âstepâ and stretch his torso across the two-bale-high top surface, forcing his trembling buttocks to project backward.
Scarlett took a stance facing his left hip, then tapped his vulnerable undercheeks with the first willow branch. âMy, thatâs a tempting target youâre providing there, sweetness, and I intend to exploit it very thoroughly. If you break position youâll receive penalty swats, if you do it more than twice weâll start your switching all over.â Her right hand raised the whippy wand to strike. âSquirming, squealing, sobbing, bawling and begging for mercy, those are acceptable behaviors, in fact I expect them, but donât wiggle your baby-naked buns out of rangeâŚReady for your first session with the switch, Richard?â
He gulped. âYes, maâam.â
Although no stranger to maternal bottom-warmings, the boy had never before experienced an energetic switching atop his exposed buttock rounds. As the slim, supple branch repeatedly slashed across his wide-open âsit spots,â the sixteen-year-old desperately shifted his hips while his verbal reactions progressed from gasps to yelps to wails. Even as the teardrops began trickling and then flowing down his flushed facial cheeks, however, he refrained from begging for any surcease of chastisement.
âIâll give you a couple minutes to compose yourself before your licks with the strop,â the woman clucked, observing the scarlet stripes crisscrossing the sobbing boyâs quivering hindquarters. âHave you ever been strapped with one?â
Richard believed it was an experience he couldâve done without. âNo, maâam.â
Three minutes later, in her stance perpendicular to her chubby, doubly-rounded target, she addressed her punitive victim while gripping the flexible leather strop. âStick out that naked hiney and prepare to cry your eyes out.â
He blanched but obeyed. âOkay, maâam.â
Scarlett delivered a fierce leathering, steadily cracking the pliable corrective implement across the teenâs vulnerable âspank spot,â rapidly reducing him to continuous weeping and wailing as his broad backside bounced with every stinging impact. The base of his behind was evincing a fire-engine red hue by the time the fiftieth lick of the cruel leather had resoundingly landed there.
After another brief pause, the second willow wand was vigorously employed on the same target area, with blazing-hot effect. Richard was hardly stoic in undergoing his corporal comeuppance, howling throughout the switchâs fifty whipping-hard strokes, yet he made no supplications for mercy.
Gently patting her half-inch-thick, cedar sorority paddleâs striking surface against her left palm, his chastiser believed that the begging sheâd anticipated would occur during his impending fanny-whacking, since she considered herself an accomplished spankmistress with that wooden bottom-burner. âThis paddling will leave you âhurtinâ for certain,â Richard,â she predicted, âThen weâll talk.â
He sighed. âYes, maâam.
The fifty reverberating paddywhacks, although âpaintingâ the boyâs squirming southern hemispheres a deeply-glowing magenta shade while reducing him to blubbering helplessly like a soundly-spanked toddler, failed to result in any pleas for clemency.
âOkay, hereâs the deal,â Scarlett explained to the still-sniffling mid-teenager, âIf youâll apologize and ask me to end your discipline at this point, Iâll do soâprovided youâre genuinely remorseful.â She waited for his immediate expression of regret, only to receive no response. âLet me make this clear, RichardâŚIf you donât request that your punishment be stopped, not only will I deliver the final fifty strokes with the third switch, but youâll spend the following half-hour doing bare-bottomed penitence in the living room corner, plus at bedtime youâll be put over my knee, pajama bottoms lowered in the rear, for an extremely lengthy spanking with my heavy maple hairbrush. Your cousins will be allowed to witness both the cornertime and your session with my paddling brush--Iâd think youâd want to avoid that.â
He recalled Cathleenâs admonition: âAny attempt to reduce the length or severity of your ass-whuppinâ is considered begging, and afterward Iâll ask Mom if you tried that.â
âNo comment, maâam.â His voice quavered.
Head shaking, she grasped the third willow wand. âMasculine stubbornnessâŚVery well, get back in position--but once I start whipping your naked nates with this switch, itâs too late to change your mind.â Her shoulders shrugged. âOkay then, your choice.â
It was the bestâor worst, from its victimâs perspectiveâof the three flexible branches, and was applied to his already throbbing posterior with furious determination by its womanly wielder, resulting in frenzied childish bawling.
Afterward, she was stunned by Richard burying his tearstained face on her breasts, both of his arms encircling her. âAhh-Iâm soooo sorry, Aunt Scarlett, Iâd never ruh-really spy on you like that, pluh-please forgive me,â he whimpered.
Puzzled, she briefly returned the embrace. âWhy couldnât you have said that five minutes ago? Too late now, leave your trousers down and head for the houseâI want to see your nose in the corner with your flaming-hot fanny on display when I get there.â
âYes, maâam.â He obediently waddled out of the woodshed.
Scarlett turned and gazed upward at the loft. âCome on down, girls,â she instructed airily.
Momentarily, the two smirking teenaged females were standing in front of her.
âHow did you know, Mom?â Cathleen queried.
Her mother chuckled. âExcellent peripheral vision, honeychile, I caught several flashes from your cameras out of the corner of my eye...You didnât get Richieâs face in any of those shots, Iâm hoping--people already know that I believe in whuppinâ the baby-naked backsides of any children under my roof when necessary, so me being recognized isnât an issue.â
âAre you angry with us, Aunt Scarlett?â Dimity asked anxiously.
The woman tittered. âTechnically I should be, since you invaded Richieâs privacy, but Iâve always said that women outsmarting men is the worldâs natural orderâI suppose you did just that, playing on his male ego, which is why he wouldnât apologize to end his comeuppance. However, Iâll still have to carry out his full punishment as promisedâŚâ
Cathleen rubbed the maple hairbrushâs flat back across her sniffling cousinâs throbbing, crimson-hued hindquarters, knowing he wasnât allowed to speak during cornertime. âWait until you feel this spanking brush blistering your precious rear, Richie, weâre going to truly enjoy your bare-assed excursion across Momâs lap.â She giggled gleefully.
Dimity whispered teasingly in his ear. âYou sure showed us, didnât you?â
{The End}