Tales of Brian's Bare Tail 1: The Christmas Tale (F/m, M/fm, Santa, otk, very public, nc) by Nialos Leaning copyright 1996 by Nialos Leaning, all rights reserved. Commercial distribution or reproduction in any form, including electronic means, may only be done with the express written permission of Nialos Leaning. Non- commercial electronic distribution and personal use reproduction of this story is strongly encouraged. All distribution, reposting 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, which depicts several spankings of minors, is intended for ADULTS ONLY. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material do not read further, do not save this story, but do immediately shut down your computer and report to your parents for a well deserved bare bottom spanking." "If you don't like stories of preteens being spanked, then don't 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. At least, the author hopes they will enjoy it. Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful, unacceptable or undesirable. Not wishing to earn a spanking or two, Nialos Leaning neither advocates, condones or personally engages in any such behavior." "Being a politically incorrect type, Nialos declines to state a personal opinion concerning real life spanking of children. Nialos does, however, remind readers that this story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality." "Complements and constructive criticism always welcome. Flamers will be charged a $250.00 processing fee per flame message received and subject to a severe bare bottom spanking by any and are citizens of Assville." If interest is favorable, there will be further "Tales of Brian's Bare Tail." I do also have other, non-Brian stories under development. Now, without further ado, before this disclaimer stuff becomes longer then the story (and earns Nialos a sound spanking for boring everyone to tears), on with Brian's Christmas tale of his bare tail. Enjoy! ************************ Tales of Brian's Bare Tail: The Christmas Tale by Nialos Leaning "That does it young man, you're getting a spanking right now," exploded the irate Mrs. Evans while dragging her son over to a bench near the mall entrance. Brian had been acting up all morning. Complaining about coming to the mall to have his picture taken with Santa. Talking back. Sulking. Fighting with his seven year old sister, Stacey. And, now, the final straw, hitting Stacey hard enough to make her cry. Ten year old Brian's protests were to no avail. His mom ordered him to immediately remove his jeans. Brian, by now lightly crying, hesitated, "But mom, everyone will see! Can't we wait until we get home?" "No, it can't wait. You didn't wait to call your sister names or to hit her. You'll get those pants off right this second if you know what's good for you. Do It!" Brian knew that resistance would only earn him a second, more severe spanking from his dad. Quickly shucking off his jeans, he left them laying on the ground. "Shirt, too," ordered Brian's mom. Brian's shirt soon joined his jeans on the concrete sidewalk. Brian was now clad in only his underpants and footwear. He had not worn an undershirt on this warm December day. "You know better then to leave your clothes laying around," Mrs. Evans told her son, "give them to me." The embarrassed Brian handed his clothes to his mom, who quickly deposited them into her oversized purse. "Please, please, mom, don't make me walk around the mall in my underpants," pleaded an increasingly desperate Brian. It would be too embarrassing to go around the mall with everyone seeing his Power Ranger underpants. This would be especially true sitting on Santa's lap. Brian didn't really believe in Santa anymore, or so he told his parents and friends. But, deep down, he wasn't all that quite sure. Seven year old Stacey, however, still fully believed, without any doubts. Despite all their fighting, he did love his sister. That's why he'd agreed to come visit Santa. Besides, he didn't want to take any chances on there actually being a real Santa. And, his parents wanted a picture of him and Stacey sitting on Santa's lap for their Christmas cards. "No, you're not going to be showing off the Power Rangers in the mall, but right now it's time to get this spanking started." Mrs. Evans reached over and pulled her son over her knees. Brian was relieved to learn that he wouldn't be in his underpants on the family Christmas cards. At the same time, he was becoming more and more anxious, anticipating the pain his mom was about to cause his butt. By now, a small crowd, including three kids he knew from school, had gathered around. Becoming aware of his audience, Brian's embarrassment rose and he started crying harder. Worse of all, his mom didn't seem to care at all about the onlookers. He had never been spanked outside before, or in front of anyone but family. At least he wasn't bare bottom, like he and Stacey were always spanked at home. "You made Stacey cry, now it's time to make you cry," his mom said as she suddenly began spanking. She rapidly and repeatedly brought her hand down hard on Brian's bottom. After just six spanks, Brian was kicking and wailing away. He was vaguely aware of his schoolmates taunting him, until their parents told them to stop if they didn't want the same medicine. After another six spanks, Brian was unabashedly sobbing and begging his mom to stop, "Please, please, no more, stop, it hurts!" But, Mrs. Evans ignoring her son's pleads, continued until she'd delivered a full dose of twenty hard hand spanks. After the twentieth spank, she put Brian back on his feet. Brian furiously sobbing and dancing around, immediately started rubbing his bottom through his underpants. He was completely oblivious of his audience, several of whom were applauding his mom. Others were favorably commenting on her technique. Brian could feel his face getting red, again. Mrs. Evans grasped her son by the shoulders, ordering him to, "drop those hands and stand still!" Brian did his best to comply, but couldn't stop hopping from foot to foot. "Have you learned your lesson?" mother asked son. "Yes," answered the still sobbing Brian. "We'll see," said Mrs. Evans. "Will you ever hit your sister again?" "NO, NEVER," shouted Brian in painful reply. "I hope not," said his mom. "Now, give me those underpants." Brian was too shocked to do anything but continue to cry. "This instant, young man, we all want to see if that butt of yours has learned its lesson." "But mom," Brian gasped between sobs, "it's against the law to be naked outside." This statement caused Stacey to giggle and several onlookers to laugh outright. To this, Mrs. Evans asked her son, "What is today's date?" "December first," responded Brian, realization and horror dawning simultaneously. "That's right," his mom briskly replied. "the day the law our parents group had passed takes effect. The one that makes it clear that it's not illegal to give kids bare bottom spankings." "But, but," sputtered the still sobbing Brian, "that's inside, in our house, not out here." "The law," explained the now almost gloating Mrs. Evans, "says that as part of a punishment, children can be naked in public. It is NOT against the law, so underpants off, NOW!" "But, but," Brian started to say, only to be sharply cut off by his mom. "The only but I want to hear is your bare butt. Last warning, get those underpants off. If I have to take them off you, you know what your dad will do. You can be certain that I will make sure he does it center court at the basketball game tomorrow. Underpants off!" At this threat from his mom, Brian very quickly faced his mom and removed his underpants. As his now pink bare bottom came into sight, his schoolmates jeered and several people clapped and whistled. It was embarrassing enough to be naked in front of these people. But, if his dad spanked him bare at the arena, that would be much more horrible, in front of twenty thousand fans and a national television audience. Better these few people saw his everything then the whole country! Brian was holding his underpants in his right hand. He didn't want to take a chance that if he dropped them to the ground, his mom would put them in her purse along with his other clothes. "All right young man," Mrs. Evans said as she began positioning Brian over her lap, "let's see if this can turn your bottom as red as your face." Brian's sobbing became much louder as he caught sight of the hairbrush in his mom's hand. She must have put it in her bag before we left, he thought. Brian hated that hairbrush. It wasn't a dinky plastic thing, it had a wooden back almost as thick as his ping pong paddle and hurt something terrible. "No mom! Don't! Please! I've had enough! I've learned my lesson. I told you I did! Please!" pleaded the increasingly distraught ten year old. "I'll decide when you've had enough, when you've learned your lesson," his mom replied just before bringing the first hard stinging spank down on Brian's pink bottom. A bottom that wasn't going to be pink for much longer, she wryly though to herself. A bottom that was going to be very red, very hot, and very sore when she was finished with it. "No more! Please! Stop it! I Can't stand it!" the pleas came from Brian, as his mom spanked him rapid fire style. The heat, stinging and pain in his bare behind was unbearable. His crying in very short order became what could only be described as wailing, then howling. But, still his mom punished his bottom. After what seemed to Brian an eternity, his mom stopped and stood him back up. He hopped and danced about madly, furiously rubbing his blazing backside. Before he completely realized what was happening, she spun him around so that he was facing the onlookers. Brian's hands flew down to cover up his genitals. Swiftly, Brian's mom slapped his hands away. "Try to cover up again, and you'll stay naked until New Year's. Get those hands behind your head and apologize to these people for making them watch your spanking." "I'm sorry you had to see me spanked," the still crying and now very red faced Brian told his audience in a low voice. "We can't hear you, louder!" ordered Mrs. Evans. "I'm sorry you had to see me spanked," repeated Brian between sobs in a much loader voice. "And what else?" demanded his mom. Brian became even more red faced from shame, knowing this routine well from home. "I'm sorry you had to see me naked, that you had to see my privates." At this last pronouncement, Brian's schoolmates and Stacey both began giggling uncontrollably. Many of the adult onlookers were chuckling, most of the rest smiling, at Brian's obvious discomfort and embarrassment. Brian continued dancing a frantic jig accompanied by loud, strident wailing and howling. He gave no indication that he would be abating his performance anytime some. "Brian, we all appreciate your entertaining us with your dancing, but we do have an appointment with Santa's photographer. Unless you want an encore with my hairbrush, calm down so we can go." It took almost another two minutes, with his mom nagging him all the way, before Brian was able to achieve some semblance of control. He was still crying, sometimes emitting a load sob, jiggling from foot to foot, and rubbing his red hot bottom for all get out. Both he and his mom spotted at the same time the underpants laying on the ground. "Young man, what did I tell you about throwing your clothes on the ground? Give me those underpants right this instant!" sternly demanded Mrs. Evans. Brian, not willing to risk a further dosing of the hairbrush, was very fast to comply. "We'll just put these in here to keep your other things company," his mom said as his underpants disappeared into her purse. "Please, mom, please, Can't I put my underwear back on?" asked a thoroughly agitated Brian. His head was a jumble of confused, panicked thoughts. She wouldn't make him sit naked on Santa's lap for the picture, she just couldn't. Knowing his mom, she'd probably make sure that all his private stuff in front showed. He'd die, knowing his relatives and friends would all get to see his "everything," as he called his privates. "Come on mom, you're not going to make me get my picture taken this way, are you?" asked a not very hopeful Brian. "I most certainly am," replied Mrs. Evans. "You know the rules, after a spanking you have to stay bare for at least two hours." Actually, she also planned to keep him nude on the bus ride home, in the hopes he wouldn't act up again. That news she would tell him later, after their visit to Santa was done. "It's time to see Santa," Mrs. Evans told her children, ushering them into the mall, holding Brian's hand like he was a small toddler. Brian gave a start as he spotted the Houlihans approaching. The thirteen year old twins, Patrick and Kathy, were stark naked and crying. Brian couldn't help but stare. He'd seem his sister bare many times, of course. But, never before had he a chance to see an older girl nude. He noticed her budding breasts and especially the pubic hair over her vulva. He also compared himself to Patrick. Patrick's privates were much bigger than his, but were no where near as big as Brian's dad or sixteen year old cousin, Pete. Patrick, like his sister, and unlike Brian, also sported a small bush of pubic hair. "I see," said Brian's mom to Mr. and Mrs. Houlihan, "that you didn't waste anytime taking advantage of our little law." "Just like you, I would say, Nancy," replied the twins mother. "We all worked hard to get that law passed, so when these two acted up, there was no way they were going to avoid their just deserts." The twins blushed deeply as their mother ordered, "Turn around you two, show Mrs. Evans what happens to uppity teenagers." The twins, fearful of further punishment, turned around. Brian gasped at the sight. Both bottoms were a very deep red, with a purple mark visible on Patrick's right cheek. Brian wondered if his butt looked like that, it certainly felt like it! "Very well done!" exclaimed Mrs. Evans. "Mary, you'll have to call me tonight and tell me all about it." "Be glad to," replied Mrs. Houlihan. "But for now, we have to get on over to my sister's house." "Just a minute, before you go," said Brian's mom. "Brian, show them your bottom." Once again on this horrid morning, it was Brian's turn to become red faced. Brian turned, showing off his own red rear. "Nice job, Nancy," said the twins mother, "even if not as thorough as these two. I do hear that if you want, Santa over there can remedy that. Call you tonight." With those parting remarks, the Houlihans left the mall. Remembering what Mrs. Houlihan had said, Brian approached the waiting line for Santa with his stomach feeling like it was doing flip flops even faster than Superman's speeding bullet. It took a few seconds for it to register that the girl two spaces ahead of him was bare from the waist down. Her bottom, however, was still very much white in color. Brian recognized her as that bratty Samatha Collins. She and her mother, a single parent, were their next door neighbors. Sammy, as everyone called her, was in the fourth grade at his school. Brian smiled at her predicament, remembering that she had been one of the kids watching his very recent spanking. His spirits soared as he gleefully thought of Santa spanking Sammy the brat. Just as fast, his spirits deflated with the realization that Santa was probably going to spank him too. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Brian's mom asked Mrs. Collins. "Sammy's been just terrible for the past week," answered Samatha's parent. "You know that I wasn't supportive of your groups efforts for this new spanking law. But, when I saw your little show outside the mall with Brian, I realized that Sammy could use a dose of that same medicine." "You're absolutely right," replied Mrs. Evans. "I'm curious, though. I see you haven't spanked her yet." "I have no experience with that kind of thing," Mrs. Collins told Brian's mother. "When I heard from Mary Houlihan that Santa would spank any bare bottoms that came up to him, I decided to leave the job to someone who knew what they were doing." "Over Santa's lap is Brian's fate, too," chuckled his mom. "And, a most embarrassing picture for our Christmas card." Brian gulped, his heart sinking to his knees, as he heard his worse fears confirmed. "A picture," exclaimed Sammy's mom, "I hadn't thought of that!" "An excellent idea!" "Tell you what," Mrs. Evans said, "the next few times either of mine need correcting, I'll call you so you and Sammy can come over. You can learn what to do, and even practice some on their butts. Sammy can see what misbehavior brings." "Great! Let's make it a two way deal. When Sammy's due for a red butt, I want you all to come over and watch. I also want you and Tom to demonstrate technique for me on her little backside." Hearing these invitations exchanged between their mothers, both Brian and Sammy were rapidly blushing a deep red. Brian did not like this one bit, Sammy the brat seeing him getting spanked bare, and her mom helping to warm up his bottom. On the other hand, he did relish the idea of seeing the brat getting similar treatment. After a few more moments of waiting, Sammy made her way up to Santa. Santa made her stand between his legs, facing the crowd. She had to tell everyone why she deserved this spanking. She was crying hard by the end of her recital of misdeeds. Santa then placed her over his lap, produced a thick ruler, and started pounding away on her exposed fanny. Sammy cried, Sammy wailed, Sammy howled, Sammy kicked her legs unabashedly, Sammy pleaded, Sammy begged, and Sammy promised to never be naughty again, all to no avail. Santa didn't stop until her mom said, "enough." At that instant, the photographer snapped a picture of Sammy laying across Santa's lap, displaying her cherry red bottom and a little of her most intimate parts. After all that, Sammy had to sit on Santa's lap, even though she didn't feel like sitting, and tell him what she wanted for Christmas. Much sooner than he wanted, Brian found himself going through the same routine as Sammy. Once Brian finished confessing his sins to the world, Santa put him over his lap. "Your mom says that she wants your backside matching the color of my suit," Santa informed Brian and onlookers alike. With that comment made, Santa commenced working his ruler magic on Brian's already sore bottom. The ruler was very quick to rekindle a blazing fire in Brian's already ravished hind quarters. Brian gave a magnificent repeat performance of his earlier show outside the mall. His reactions were so identical to Sammy's, it was as if the two enemies had rehearsed together. His howls were being clearly heard at either end of the mall, bringing a smile to many parents faces and a terrible sense of dread to many a child. When Santa finally stopped his torment of Brian's behind, it did indeed glow a bright red, closely matching the red of Santa's suit. To the amusement of the crowd, Santa heartily shouted out, "with a behind so bright, maybe I should give Rudolph a rest and let Brian guide my sleigh!" Like Sammy, Brian had to sit on the now jolly Santa's lap and tell what he wanted for Christmas. While Stacey was on Santa's lap, Brian's mom made him stand next to Santa, facing the crowd, with hands on his head. As he had done outside the mall, once again Brian danced a most impressive dance for a most appreciative audience. Once Stacey was done with her requests, it was time to pose for the Christmas Card picture. As Evans family tradition required, Stacey was on Santa's left lap, the still bawling Brian on Santa's right lap. Both children were facing forward, with legs dangling over Santa's thighs. Santa held an arm against each child, in a friendly embrace. Just before the photograph was taken, Santa dropped his right leg slightly and lifted Brian just a tad, thus ensuring that all of Brian's glory would be visible in the picture. On the bus ride home, Brian's mom wouldn't listen to her still naked son's protests about putting that picture on their Christmas card. His frenzy kept climbing and climbing, culminating with Brian finally shouting out for the whole bus to hear, "you can't, you just can't put a picture showing my everything on the card, you can't!" After giving him another minute to rant and rave, Brian's mom decided it was a time to put a stop to his latest hysterical performance. "Young man, I've heard enough already. We're using the picture, and that's that. Another word from you, and I'll spank you right here, here now. Not another, word, do you hear me, young man?" Brian, fighting back the tears, stopped his protesting. He didn't want his mom to give his still very sore and heated bottom another spanking, and especially not on the bus. For the rest of the way home, Brian didn't make another sound, except for an occasional sob. ************************ The Evans family Christmas Card, complete with photograph showing Brian's everything,' as he put it, was a big hit. Many a parent put it up on their family room wall, as a reminder to their own offspring as to the consequences of misbehaving. As to Brian, he resolved to never, ever again earn a public spanking. It was just too embarrassing. Being a typical ten year old boy, he was, of course, unable to keep this resolution. But, those tales of Brian's bare tail are for another time. The end, a very red end for Brian, until Brian's bare tail reveals another tale.