Tales of Brian's Bare Tail 3: The Friday Tale(F/m, MFF/f, FFM/m, otk, public, nc) 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 in their entireties retain the following statements: "The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. This story depicts preteens being spanked. 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, than 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 nor 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." "Compliments and constructive criticism always welcome. Flammers will be charged a $250.00 processing fee per flame message received and subject to a severe bare bottom spanking by any and all willing citizens of Assville." Now, without further ado, before this disclaimer stuff becomes longer then the story, earning Nialos a sound spanking for boring everyone to tears, on with Brian's Friday tale of his bare tail. Enjoy! * * * Tales of Brian's Bare Tail: The Friday Tale(F/m, MFF/f FFM/m, otk, public, nc) by Nialos Leaning "Brian, let's cut over to Farnsworth," suggested a bare bottomed Samatha Collins to her likewise bare bottomed walking companion. "I don't know," replied the ten-year-old boy to the nine- year-old-girl, his next door neighbor. "My mom only gives me ten minutes to get home from the bus." In truth, Brian Evans was in no hurry to complete the block- and-a-half three minute walk from the school bus stop to his house. Today was Friday, when both he and Sammy the Brat, as he privately called Samatha, were due spankings from their parents. Spankings they had earned by getting spanked in school, twice each, on Wednesday. "Besides," continued Brian, "going the long way around means that many more people will see us like this." "Ah," replied Sammy, "most of the kids over there have already seem us this way. And who cares about the adults?" "I do!" retorted Brian, "It's still embarrassing." After three days of being kept bare bottomed, with his everything on public display, Brian's embarrassment still had not eased any. After his teacher had spanked him, she kept his trousers and underpants in her drawer. When he showed up at home naked from the waist down, his mom wouldn't let him put anything on to cover up. The Evans family rule was that whenever changing an article of clothing, the old article had to go in the hamper before the new item was put on. Not having any pants or underwear to put in the hamper, Brian's mom wouldn't permit him new ones to wear. His teacher, Miss Morrison, was supposed to be bringing his clothes over tonight. Brian was hopeful this meant that after his spanking, he would finally be able to again be fully dressed. Last Christmastime, at the mall his mom had stripped and spanked him. While still naked, he had to walk around the mall, visit Santa and ride the bus home. Santa had also spanked him, as well as Sammy the Brat. Walking around naked had been embarrassing enough. Somehow, this going around wearing a shirt, shoes, and socks but no pants or underpants, was even more embarrassing. It made him feel like a very little boy, a baby almost, who had no need to cover up. He had been at friends' houses when their baby brothers or sisters, after a bath or diaper removal, romped about bare bottomed. Sammy's mother, a single parent, couldn't help but notice the effect on Brian of his prolonged denial of clothing below the waist. This morning, she had prescribed the same medicine for her daughter. Standing on the corner waiting for the bus, Sammy had been every bit as much embarrassed as Brian. The other kids, of course, were delighted by this public show-and-tell session. "Uh oh, trouble!" exclaimed Sammy. The thirteen-year-old Houlihan twins were coming down the street. Patrick and Kathy had been mean spirited toward Brian ever since, after his own spanking at the mall, his family had come across them also naked in the mall. Both twins had just been spanked by their parents and didn't like the whole world knowing. Nor did they like everyone seeing them in an exposed state. "What's the matter," shouted Patrick loud enough for the whole block to hear, "your parents can't afford to buy you any clothes?" "It's a new style," rejoined Sammy as in silent agreement the two pre-teens made the turn toward Farnsworth Street. After a minute, Brian was relieved to see that the twins weren't following. "It's all your mom's fault," said Sammy. "No it's not!" hotly replied Brian, "if she hadn't done it, someone else would have." All Brian's friends referred to the law that was allowing all the spankings and nakedness they had to endure as "his mom's law." She had been one of the original proponents and organizers of the grass roots effort to get the enabling legislation passed. "Yeah," replied Sammy, "but I bet she's being extra hard on you just to make a point." Privately, Brian agreed with the Brat. His mom had pushed hard for the law. Everyone said it was because of her that it passed and the Governor signed it. Now he suspected she felt she had to show she would use it. * * * "Brian, you're late," his mom said as he entered the house. "Sorry, mom," he replied, "Sammy wanted to go down Farnsworth." "I don't care what Sammy does," scolded Mrs. Evans, "I care what you do. Ten minutes is more than enough time to get from the bus stop, even if you do go by way of Farnsworth." "I'm sorry," Brian repeated himself, "I guess we were going a little slow." "So more people could see you like that?" his mom sarcastically asked. "I don't know, we just were, that's all," a slightly crying Brian answered, anticipating what would come next. "Well, I do know that you're getting a spanking right now, young man," declared the irate mother. "But, but," sputtered Brian, "what about tonight?" "You'll still getting that spanking, too," stated his mom. "It won't be the first time you were spanked twice in one day." It seemed to Brian that since his mom's law passed, every time he was spanked, he ended up getting a second spanking on the same day. Sensing something exciting about to happen, Brian's seven- year-old sister Stacey entered the room. "Stacey," said Mrs. Evans, "Mr. Stevens called. He's bringing Kim over after dinner. Vicky should be here around the same time." Brian groaned. He now remembered that Stacey had invited her best friends Kim and Vicky over for a slumber party. They would be here for tonight's spanking. Worse, not only was Mr. Stevens Kim's father, he was Sammy's teacher. Which meant he would probably hang around for the show on Brian's and Sammy's behinds. "Okay, young man, get over here," ordered Brian's mom as she sat down on the sofa. She had her dreaded hairbrush in her hand. Brian reluctantly went over to his mom. All too soon for Brian, he was over her lap in the classic spanking position. "First, a little warm up," decreed Mrs. Evans. Immediately, her right hand smacked Brian's left buttock. A spank to the right buttock quickly followed. In rapid succession, eighteen more smacks landed on Brian's bottom. By the final spank, Brian was lightly sobbing and kicking his legs around, his bottom a nice shade of pink. "Stop, mom, please stop," pleaded a not too hopeful Brian. His parents never stopped until they were ready, no matter how much he begged or carried on. That Brian was ready for a halt to his bottom scorching never mattered to them. "Please, it hurts too much," exaggerated Brian in a futile attempt to change the unchangeable. When this spanking was done, his bottom was going to be very red, very hot, and very sore, with another spanking to follow in a few hours. "I don't think so," came back the reply from his mother. "You can tell me how much it hurts after I'm finished with this hairbrush." "Please, not the hairbrush," begged a frantic Brian, "can't you just use your hand some more?" "No, I can't," answered Mrs. Evans as she rained the first of thirty hard strokes upon Brian's pink behind, "My hand needs a rest for tonight. Besides, you know I never bring this brush out without using it." Each spank added to Brian's distress. His sobs grew louder. Screams escaped from his lips. Soon, howling and shrieking were the only sounds he could make. Somewhere around the twentieth dose of the hairbrush, a continuous wailing set in. Brian's legs were kicking so furiously that a fascinated Stacey, seated five feet away, could feel a breeze. At last, Brian's torment ended. Or, so he thought. His mom thought otherwise. Standing him up, she ordered, "Go get the chair." Brian was aghast. The hard wood chair, kept in a kitchen corner when not in use, was pure torture upon a just spanked bottom. Brian hated having his everything, as he called his privates, on public display. Knowing this, his parents never parked him, or Stacey, in a corner after a spanking. They either had to stand or sometimes kneel in the middle of the living room for a time. For very serious offenses or special circumstances, they were made to sit on the chair, legs spread, feet on the side rungs, hands grasping the top of the rear legs. This method of sitting was known as the punishment posture. The dismayed Brian brought the dreaded chair in. "Put it right there, facing the door," his mother ordered, pointing to a spot about two feet away from the three steps leading up from the front door. Brian was mortified. Anyone at the front door would have an unavoidable birds-eye view of his everything. "You're to stay on this chair, in the punishment posture, until supper time," pronounced Brian's mom. "If you know what's good for you young man, don't even think of lifting your butt off that seat." Brian's sobbing, which had never completely subsided, picked up in intensity at this latest thunderbolt from on high. His mother was sure making certain his bottom was still going to be sore for the start of his second spanking. Brian wondered just how much worse his misery would become. * * * Supper had been pure torture for Brian. He was too preoccupied with what was to be in store for him afterwards to enjoy the meal. Worse, his father had made him bring the chair into kitchen to sit on while eating. Fortunately, he had been free of the chair for a half hour now, easing some of the pain in his rear. Not surprising to Brian, he was still sans clothing below the waist. With another spanking due, he hadn't expected to be permitted to cover up, despite guests being anticipated any moment. Besides, he still didn't have anything to put in the hamper. Truth to be told, once released from the penance of standing, kneeling or sitting, the Evans' children were always kept exposed for at least the rest of the day, sometimes longer. Once Brian had been kept naked all weekend. The three days he'd been bare bottomed this time was the longest he had ever been made to stay uncovered and on display for all the world to see. The doorbell rang, interrupting Brian's reverie. "Brian, answer the door," shouted his father from his second floor bedroom. A red faced Brian opened the door. Standing in front of the embarrassed and humiliated Brian was the entire Jacobowski family. Mother, father, eight-year-old Vicki, and ten-year-old Vincent, Jr. Despite having seem him like this at school the last three days, both kids giggled at Brian's lack of complete dress. Being a classmate, Vince's presence acutely added to Brian's ever raising embarrassment. "Well, don't just stand there," commanded Mrs. Evans, "ask our guests in." "Please come in," invited an even more red-faced Brain. "Thank you, Brian," responded Mrs. Jacobowski as her family entered. Stacey rushed up to greet her friend Vicki, one of her overnight guests. "Paula, Vince," so glad you could bring the whole family over," said Brian's mother to the guests. "Hope you don't mind Brian's state, he's due for a spanking in a little while. You're all invited to stay for the show." "We don't mind at all," responded Paula Jaconbowski, "it'll be a good object lesson for these two." "Looks like Brian's butt has already seem some fireworks today," Vince Jacobowski the senior wryly commented. Both his kids started giggling anew. "Yes, it has," replied Mrs. Evans, "he broke a family rule by taking too long to come home from the school bus stop." "Mom!" protested Brian, "do you have to tell them everything?" "I'll tell anyone I want anything I want," angrily retorted his mother. "Not another complaint out of you young man, if you know what's good for you." "You know," said Mr. Jacobowski, "we haven't been using spankings in our house. But that's going to change after tonight." This pronouncement immediately quieted down the Jacobowski children. "We're here," added Mrs. Jacobowski, "to look, listen and learn." "Well, you're in the right place, than" said Brian's dad as he descended the stairs to greet the Jacobowski's. Just then, the doorbell rang again. Without being told, Brian opened the door. Mrs. Collins was standing on the other side with a still bare bottomed Samatha. "Mrs. Collins, Sammy," sputtered an increasingly nervous Brian, "please come in." With each new arrival, Brian's embarrassment escalated. This was getting to be as bad as the mall or school, with all these people seeing him minus clothing to cover the most important places for clothing to be. "Hello Elizabeth, Sammy," Mrs. Evans said to her neighbors, "You know the Jacobowski's, I believe." "Yes, I do," replied Sammy's mother, "hello, everyone." "We're just waiting on Miss Morrison and Mr. Stevens to arrive," Brian's dad informed the growing assemblage. Once more the doorbell sounded. Brian opened the door to discover his teacher on the other side. "Come on in, Miss Morrison," Brian politely invited. "Welcome, Miss Morrison," said Brian's mom. "Mr. Stevens should be here any minute with Kim. Let me introduce you to everyone." After the introductions were done, Miss Morrison handed Brian's mother his pants and underpants from Wednesday. Brian's heart soared, knowing, just knowing for sure, that by the end of the evening they would be in the hamper. "Thank you, Judy," Mrs. Evans said as she laid the clothing out in plain sight on an end table. Turning back toward her guests, Brian's mom commented, "I think we should start with Sammy, If that's all right with you, Liz." "Fine by me," responded Mrs. Collins, "but it is your house and your show." "Well, yes" explained the evening's hostess, "but as you can see from the pinkness of his behind, Brian's already earned one spanking today." "Mom!" blurted out Brian before he could stop himself from getting into further trouble. "You were warned young man," his angry mother responded. "I'll tell everything about your spankings to everyone I please. And for that little outburst, you'll be showing off everything of yours for the rest of the weekend." Having passed sentence, Brian's mom picked up his clothes, went to the dining room closest, and deposited them in her pocketbook. "Please, mom, no," begged a suddenly crying Brian, "can't you give me another spanking tomorrow instead?" Brian had never asked for a spanking before. He didn't want to ask for one now. But he couldn't stand the thought of his privates and bottom being bare to the world for even another day. "You heard your mother," Brian's father empathically stated, "bare bottom for the weekend." "But, but," Brian weakly tried to continue debating the issue. "Stop arguing, this instance" demanded Brian's father. "Unless you want a spanking tomorrow and being kept naked till next Friday." The chiming of the doorbell saved Brian from sinking any deeper into the quagmire he had made for himself. Mr. Stevens and Kim had finally arrived. "Sorry to be late," said Sammy's teacher as he entered with his seven-year-old daughter. "Nancy sends her apologies, but a last minute meeting came up." "No need to apologize, these things happen," said Mrs. Evans. "Kimmy, for now, why don't you put your things here in the corner." Kim was standing, mouth agape, staring at the two exposed youngsters. "You'll have to excuse Kimmy," said her father, "her school refuses to adopt the punishment methods we're using with great success at our school. But we intend to introduce spanking at home, so this will be a good lesson for her." Kim's jaw dropped even further at this revelation from her father. "On that note," said Mr. Evans, "I think we can begin." "Liz?," inquired Evans. "I'm still new to all this spanking stuff," responded Mrs. Collins. "I'd like for you to do Sammy, so I can learn." "Okay, Sammy, over here," ordered Mr. Evans. The Brat reluctantly went to the armchair in which Brian's dad was seated. "The first step is always a good old fashioned hand spanking, to warm things up a bit." So saying, Mr. Evans took hold of the slightly trembling nine-year-old girl. Quickly, he positioned her over his lap, letting his right hand rest on her bottom. Sammy was putrefied. For the second time in three days, a man was touching her bare behind. The first spank hadn't landed, and she was already crying. "Nice, steady, medium strokes," said Brian's father as he began spanking Sammy. "But not too hard, the idea is to cause some pain to her backside and no pain to your hand." Spank after spank descended upon the youngster's bare bottom. Before long, the cheeks were turning pink, the crying was more sincere, and the Brat's legs kicking. Tom Evans delivered a total of twenty hand spanks to his next door neighbor's daughter. After the last spank he immediately put the sobbing girl on her feet, giving her no time to recover. "Note the nice pink glow," commented Mrs. Evans from her position on the couch. "Sammy's rear looks to be ready for the hair brush." "Please, Mrs. Evans, no," pleaded Sammy, "not the brush! It'll hurt too much" "Afraid so, Samatha Collins, the brush it is," responded Brian's mom. "Over here, now, young lady!" Once more Sammy found herself draped over a lap, awaiting punishment. "The hair brush is supposed to hurt too much, as Sammy said," commented Mrs. Evans. "Don't hesitate to spank hard with it," she added as the brush kissed Sammy's bottom for the first time. Sammy immediately shouted out in pain. In all, Brian's mom gave Sammy ten very hard tastes of her hair brush. Sammy's crying was now steady, punctuated by a howl as each stoke made contact with its intended target. Sammy's once pink behind now had a red hue. Standing the sobbing girl up, Mrs. Evans handed her the hairbrush. "Take this to your mother," instructed Sammy's most recent tormenter, "she's going to finish your spanking for you." Going to her mother's seat, Sammy very hesitantly made an offering of the hairbrush. "Liz," said Brian's mother, "now you try it. Give her twenty or so." For the third time that evening, Sammy was over a lap for a spanking. To the Brat's relief, the first two spanks from her mom were no where near as hard as those of Mrs. Evans. That soon changed, however. "Harder, Liz, much harder," urged Brian's mom of her neighbor and friend. Mrs. Collins instantly followed this advice, increasing the force of her blows to at least match that used by the other woman. Sammy's crying quickly became an ever louder bellowing, a shrill screeching. She was completely oblivious to the immodest display her vigorously kicking legs presented to all in the room. Her bottom was no longer simply red, it was scarlet. Her mom stood the loudly bawling Sammy up. "Now, young miss, you're to keep your hands behind your head till I tell you otherwise," commanded a now triumphant mother. "Go stand in front of Mr. Stevens and apologize." Blushing furiously, the still sobbing Brat apologized to her teacher. "I'm sorry for acting up in class, Mr. Stevens. I won't do it again, I promise." "I know you'll try not to, Sammy," responded the teacher. "I'm sure you don't want a repeat of tonight, either here or at school. But, if you do mess up, you can count on that being exactly what will happen." "I won't mess up," stated Sammy, "I've learned my lesson." "I hope so," said Mr. Stevens. "Sammy," interjected her mother, "I want you stay right where you are, until I tell you to move." "Please, mom," asked the humiliated and embarrassed girl, "can't I get dressed now?" "No ma'am, you can't" came the answer. "I've decided that Brian won't be the only one with a bare bottom this weekend." "Mommy, no!" protested Sammy. "Mommy, yes," rebutted Mrs. Collins. "Not another word about it, young lady, unless you want another dose of Mrs. Evan's hairbrush." "Brian, get your behind front and center," Mr. Evans directed his son. "It's show time for you." Brian slowly shuffled to the center of the room, a few tears already rolling down his face. Brian made no effort at protest, knowing this would only make matters worse for him. "Your mother will start your hand spanking," stated Brian's father. "Go over to her, quickly now." Brian hastily made his way to his mother's chair. Without any preliminaries, she rapidly and efficiently positioned him over her lap. Without warning, she commenced bestowing a crescendo of hand spanks upon Brian's already sore behind. Soon Brian was repeating his performance from the afternoon. Kicking, howling, begging. "My, my," commented his mom, "look how you're carrying on, and I'm not even using my hairbrush. Yet." After twenty hard smacks, Brian's mother ceased and desisted her devastation of his bottom. Standing him up, she ordered him over to Mrs. Collins. "Liz, Brian's volunteering his bare bottom for you to practice some hand spanking on." "No I'm not!" Brian managed to blurt out between his sobs. "Father knows best," replied his dad, "and I say you are. For your little outburst just now, you're also going to school Monday just like you are now. Liz, please position Brian. Start whenever you want." For a beginner, Liz Collins treated the audience to an impressive encore engagement of a female's hand punishing a boy's bare posterior. Her vigorous assault upon Brian's bottom very quickly renewed his howling and leg exercises. After twenty of her best shots, Brian was once more sporting a red behind. "Brian, to your dad," ordered his mother. "He's going to give you your hair brushing." Brian desperately wanted to protest, but valiantly managed to hold his tongue. Instead, he presented himself to his father for infliction of further anguish to his already sore, red abd hot bottom. Mr. Evans took his time in situating Brian just right on his lap. "Okay, son, here it comes," he announced as he landed the first blow upon Brian's already hurting rear end. Painful stroke after stroke fell, each adding to the boy's misery. Brian screamed out loudly with each brush stroke. No matter how he struggled, he could not break lose of his father's grip. While Brian's furiously wind milling legs somewhat cooled off the onlookers, they did nothing at all to lessen the blazing heat burning in his bottom. Brian's cries and screams were soon replaced with a steady wailing, constantly increasing in volume. After twenty-four very effective whacks of the brush, Brian was released from his father's lap. His bottom glowed a very deep crimson color. Hopping from foot to foot, Brian rubbed his behind in a futile effort to ease his extreme discomfort. "Hands behind your head, young man," ordered his mother. "You go stand in front of Miss Morrison and apologize for your misbehavior in class." Like Sammy before him, Brian stood in front of his teacher offering an apology. Like Sammy, he promised to do better. And, like Sammy, he had to stay in position in front of his teacher. After five minutes of small talk among the adults, the guests started departing. After ten minutes, only Stacey's two girl friends, Mrs. Collins, and Samatha remained. "I've learned a lot tonight," said Sammy's mother, "thank you." "You're welcome," replied Brian's mom. "I hope you'll put it to good use." "That, I most certainly will!" * * * Brian spent a terrible weekend, minus clothing to cover the most important places for clothing to be. His bare bottom was still sore on Monday morning. At school that day, his classmates incessantly teased him. On Tuesday, he was finally permitted to again don underpants and trousers. For several weeks afterwards, he managed to avoid any further misdeeds. However, Brian being Brian and all boy, sooner than later again experienced the justice of his mom's law. But that tale of Brian's bare tail, and many more, are for another time. The end, a very red end for Brian, until Brian's bare tail reveals another tale.