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bareboy
summer so far and here I was, trapped in an un airconditioned house
watching soap operas on a black and white TV. The sounds of laughter
and splashing from the community pool which abutted our backyard
taunted me. I knew that all my friends were there but I was stuck in
the house. GROUNDED!
I lived in an old victorian house with my mom and two younger
sisters. My dad had a heart attack
in 62 and had died. Thankfully as an insurance agent he had left us
rather well off. Mom, who had been his secretary now ran the office in
his place. All in all, we had a fairlly comfortable life.
My parents weren't "premissive" but then again were not overly strict.
Spanking was the main form of punishment for my me and my sisters.
Certain sins(backtalk defience etc.) merited an immediate pants spank
over the knee, standing or bent over furniture. This usually was short
and sweet but embarrassing as it happened in front of whoever was
there.
More heineous crimes were dealt with more severely, pants were
taken down and the hairbrush was applied either to underwear or bare
bottom. We were always spanked in multiples of our age ranging from 2x
to 6x and always over the knee. These spankings were done mainly in
our rooms unless we were being made an" example of". As the oldest, I
was usually the example. Both of my sisters had seen my bare bottom
turned cherry red on numerous occassions but I only remember seeing
sarah's once.(She had punched Alice, the youngest, in the face
resulting in a bloody nose. Mom gave her 40 whacks and then after 15
minutes of bare bottomed corner time made her go over Allies knees for
another 20!)
On the morning of my thirteenth birthday, Mom stormed into my
bedroom, threw the coveroff me and screamed "get down stairs this
instant, Young Man. Miss Jean called and told me all about your
shennanagans!"
"But Mom, I didn't....
"NOW!"
In my tightie whities, I scurried to the living room only to
find the spanking chair already in the center of the room, flanked by
my two fully dressed and smirking sisters. Wasting no time, Mom sat
down and ordered me over her lap. "ONE TWO THREE...."she began
"...TWELVE THIRTEEN AND ONE TO GROW ON" AND A PINCH TO
GROW AN INCH" squealed sarah and Allie as they simultaneously pinched
both of my bottom cheeks.
"OW" I yelped. The pinches hurt more than nthe spanks and
the I realised that this was a joke. A birthday spanking, something I
had never heard of but was a fairly common practice back then. I was
confused and a little embarrassed to be the but of their joke and to be
seen in just my underpants. I beat a hasty retreat upstairs hoping
that no one noticed the bulge that was growing in my briefs.
After breakfast,(sausage gravy over biscuits, my favorite)
Mom appologised for embarrassing me in front of my sisters then told me
that it was my last spanking! At thirteen, I was no longer a little
boy but a young MAN. In the future groundings and revokation of
privleges would be my lot. My school night bed time would be eleven
o'clock and she gave me the key to my bedroom! (All the bed rooms
had deadbolts with skeleton key locks, with see thru key holes)
It was a great birthday.
That was almost three years ago. Since then I'd matured. I
took some responsibility around the house. I oversaw my sisters'
homework and chores. In retrospect I was actually a little shit
bossing the girls around. They knew that a bad report from me would
earn them a red heiney from Mom.
GROUNDED for a whole week! It was only half an hour past
curfew. True was the second time since school let out, but god, a
whole week and in this heat! It was 101 and only 10AM.
Only 10AM, with the girls away at girlscout camp and Mom
at work untill 4:00, Icould hit the pool and be back in time to dry my
swimsuit in the dryer. No one would know. And no one knew, not on
Monday or Tues or Weds. Thursday there was a break in the weather. It
was only 91 but I had it down, half an hour after Mom left, I'd be at
the pool. By 2:00 my suit would be in the dryer. In between I would
be trying the impress the girls with my diving skills and my savoure
faire. I hit the springboard and executed the perfect "cannonball".
"ROBERT HENRY WILSON"
I hit the water and sank to the bottom. I would have
stayed there b ut I couldn't figure how, so I surfaced. I know it was
the chlorine in my eyes but I swear there was steam hissing from Mom's
ears. I scrambled from the pool. Mom took hold of my ear and forced
me to bend over while she walloped my speedos with a large wooden
spoon. In this position Iwas marched out the front gate in front of my
assembled friends. By the time we reached the parking lot, I'd
probably taken 100 spanks and was sqealing for Mommy to stop and vowing
to be a good boy. So much for savour faire!
When we got home, Iwas sent to my room. "I'll have to
think a little while before I decide your punishment young man,"said
Mom. "But you're not a young man. Are you?"
We had liver and onions with mashed potatos and
Brussle sprouts for dinner that night and I was sent back to my room
after gagging down all that was on my plate. "If you don't finish it
will just add to your punishment" I didn't have the courage to ask
what my punishment would be but I never imagined it would be so bad.
At 9:00 I was sent to take a shower. After a mimute or
so the curtain was opened and Mom shut the water off! I tried to cover
myself with my hands but mom made me hold my hands out, palms up. She
poured a thick pink liquid into my hands and told me to rub it on my
legs and arms. A second handfull went to my underarms chest and
genitles. The goo smelled really cheap perfume with a touch of
rotten egg. The longer I wore it the stronger the rotten egg got.
Finally I was allowed to rinse the vile goo off and with it went all of
my body hair! "You certainly don't look like a young man now, do you
Bobby?" She was right, I looked like a little boy!
Friday morning at 7:00 Mom woke me. "Brush your teeth
and meet me in Allie's room"she said. Allie was my youngest sister,
10years old at the time but she took after Dad's side of the family.
She was a good two inches taller than Sarah the 12year old. She was a
bit on the chunky side(good german stock Dad would say). that was baby
fat because by 15 she was a stunner.
As soon as I got to alice's room, Mom ordered me tto
strip then dress in a pair of Allies panties. They were pink with
yellow teddy bears and very tight on me. Next came one of her party
dresses, yellow with frills and puffy sleaves. A dress I knew to be
"too babyish" for Allie to wear. The dress buttoned up the back and
Mom sewed the top button shut to prevent its removal.
Tears of humiliation run down by cheeks as I stared
at myself in the mirror. The dress did not reach my thighs and 2
inches of baby panty were exposed at all times. The dress had a
ruffled skirt and flounced when I moved.
"Please, Mom, don't punish me like this" Iwhimpered.
"From now on you will call me Mommy. You silly,
this isn't your punishment. this is just to insure that you stay
grounded while I'm at work. We will decide your punishment tomorrow
night, after you sisters get back from camp. Oh, you'll have to spend
tday downstairs because I'm going to lock all the bedrooms." She
left for work and I wanted to die.
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con't
Denis F. Oliver
"bareboy" <sush...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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> It was mid July,1965 and it was hot!
> con't
- Don't "con't"! Your story is crap.
Denis
Haron
Best,
Haron
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sam
bareboy wrote:
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> con't
CrimsnKid6
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(Spoilers for general story content...)
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Why do I suspect that your protagonist's younger sisters are going
to be highly amused if he's still attired that way when they arrive
home?
I'm not crazy about *forced feminization,* but if there's a lot of
hard panties-down paddling that goes with it (hopefully from both Mom
and the girls) I don't mind it at all.
Certainly Mom will be dishing out a spanking or two before the girls
get home, right? Maybe their brother should be standing red-bottomed in
the living room, panties around his ankles and frilly dress held up at
waist level in the back, when the young ladies come into the house.
Ah, just a suggestion--it's your story, please continue it...
H.I.A.W.B.,
--C.K.