SSC (youngster): Another Fine Mall Service(F/g and implied multiple F/m, F/b, F/f, F/g, otk, public) by Nialos Leaning copyright 1997 by Nialos Leaning, all rights reserved. Permission for noncommercial electronic distribution and personal use reproduction of this story is hereby granted. All such distribution, re-posting and reproduction must be without alteration of this story in any way, must include this entire copyright notice, and must retain in their entireties the following statements: "The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. This story depicts children being spanked at a mall. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material do not read further, and do not save this story." "If you don't like stories of this nature, then do not read this story. Please do understand that some of us, including the author, enjoy such fantasy material." "This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of adults. Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful, unacceptable or undesirable. The author neither advocates, condones or personally engages in any such behavior." "This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality. The author does recognize the difference between the two." "Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome." * * * * * Another Fine Mall Service by Nialos Leaning "Tommy, Billy stop bickering right now!" exclaimed an exasperated Nancy Johnson. "But mom," replied thirteen-year-old Tommy, "I don't want to see Billy's dumb movie." "It's not dumb!" retorted the eleven-year-old. Walking over to Mrs. Johnson, a mall guard handed her a flyer. "Here you go, ma'am, I think this might interest you." Glancing at the paper, she responded, "yes it does. Thank you very much." "You're welcome." "Come along boys, it's show time!" Approaching the theaters, both boys emitted gasps. On a slowly revolving stage were five kids. A girl about Tommy's age and a boy around Billy's age were completely naked. Two boys, maybe ten and twelve, and a probably eleven-year-old girl were all bare from the waist down. All five had very red bottoms. As the stage revolved, the brothers could see that all five were hiding nothing of their front side secrets. Near the stage, an unformed woman was giving a screaming, kicking nine-year-old girl a very hard bare bottom hairbrushing. Several other youngsters, either naked or bare bottomed, waited in line nearby. They made their way through the watching crowd to a woman sitting at a table. "Welcome to the Spanking Court," said the woman. "How may I help you?" "These two need good spankings," answered Mrs. Johnson. "That's what we're here for. Please fill out this form. Spankings can be either completely naked or bare below the waist." "Completely naked," requested Nancy Johnson. "Fine, check this box. Spanked children have to stay on stage for twenty minutes, longer if you want." Finally finding his voice, a shocked Tommy protested. "Mom, you can't! It's too embarrassing." "That's the idea, genius," came the sarcastic rejoinder. "I think you two can stay up there till the movie is over." The already crying Billy began sobbing even more loudly. "Sign here," instructed the table attendant. "How much?" asked Mrs. Johnson. "Not a cent. The Spanking Court is another fine service of the Oak Tree Mall." "We hope," said a man standing by the table, "that you'll patronize our Spanking Corner store across the way. We have an excellent selection of implements, books, manuals, even posters and pictures." "Pictures?" queried the brothers' mother. "Yes," answered the man, "many parents put those in the family room, or the kids' rooms, as visual reminders of the consequences of bad behavior." "I'll be sure to stop in," assured Mrs. Johnson. Soon, two very naked and scared brothers were waiting in line for their appointments with the hairbrush. After the boys had been spanked and ensconced upon the stage, their mother went off to the movie, carrying their clothes and a few purchases in a Spanking Corner tote bag. * * * "Billy's dumb movie was great!" Nancy Johnson told her two naked red bottomed sons as she helped them down from the stage. Walking over to a Goodwill collection box near the stage, she deposited the boys' clothing for donation to the poor. "Time to go home!" she cheerfully announced to her two flabbergasted miscreants.