Tales of Brian's Bare Tail 4: The Halloween Tale(F/b, MFF/g, FM/b, nc, 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 in their entireties retain the following statements: "The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. This story depicts two preteens, a boy and a girl, 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 Halloween tale of his bare tail. Enjoy! ************************ Tales of Brian's Bare Tail: The Halloween Tale by Nialos Leaning "But, mom," protested ten-year-old Brian Evans, "I want to be a Space Marauder!" "Brian," again explained the exasperated Nancy Evans, "that costume costs way too much, over sixty dollars." "It's no fair!" exclaimed Brian. "Stacey's got her stinking old princess costume!" "It does not stink!" squeaked Brian's seven-year-old sister. "Brian," his mom responded as calmly as she could, "we all agreed to no more than thirty-five dollars each. Stacey's outfit was thirty-two ninety-five." "I don't care!" shouted Brian, "I want the Space Marauder." Mrs. Evans was rapidly becoming very irritated with Brian. She had decided to give the kids a treat of a ride downtown on the train to visit the best costume and theatrical supply shop in the entire area. Offering a wide variety, with many unique selections, the "Lively Arts" was much better than the mall stores, and correspondingly more expensive. And now Brian was ruining things by throwing a temper tantrum like a two-year-old. "For the last time," said a menacingly voiced Nancy Evans, "I'm telling you to pick something else." "It's not fair, you don't care what I want!" screamed Brian at his now completely flustered mother. She was certain that every pair of eyes in the store was staring at her. "That's it young man, I've had enough out of you. Outside, now!" Brian's mom sternly ordered. Brian knew what that command meant. Once more, his mom was about to prove that she wasn't afraid to use what all his friends called "his mom's law." The law that she had been a ringleader in getting passed. The law that said it was legal to spank kids. The law that said that as part of punishment kids could be made to be naked in public. The law that his parents, his teacher, and even Santa had already used against him. "No, Mom, please, I'll pick out something else," pleaded a now panicky Brian. "Too late. March out that door this instant," came the not unexpected answer. Once outside, Mrs. Evans pulled her son over to a bench facing the crowded sidewalk. She reached out and unsnapped his jeans. "No mom, don't pull my pants down in front of all these people," begged the suddenly crying Brian. "I most certainly will," responded his mom as she finished undoing his zipper. With one quick yank, Brian's jeans fell to his ankles. "And these too," Nancy Evans added as she sent Brian's underpants to join his jeans. Instantaneously, Brian's face went red. He absolutely hated having his everything, as he called his privates, on display for one and all to see. He abhorred that part of his punishments even more than the spankings, terrible as they were. "Step out of those things and give them to me," Brian's mother instructed. "Please, mom, please, can't I just keep them down?" appealed the desperate Brian. He knew from experience that once his mom had his clothing, it would be a very, very long time before he would once more be decently dressed. "Now, young man," commanded Mrs. Evans. Brian began crying more loudly as he complied. He would most definitely be showing off his everything on the train ride home. Once home, thanks to the hamper rule, he would still be minus his missing clothes. In the Evans' household, before putting on a fresh article of clothing, the previously worn one had to be put in the hamper. But, with his mom having his pants and underwear, he couldn't put them in the hamper. And, he knew, she wouldn't let him put new ones on until she gave him back his old ones to put in the hamper. That could be today, or tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or even next week. Unnoticed by Brian till now, an audience had grown around the bench. Brian became acutely aware of the comments of the adults and the sniggering giggling of the watching kids. Without warning, Nancy Evans grabbed her son, positioning him over her lap. Like a sudden thunderstorm, she instantly began hand spanking Brian's bare bottom. Brian's crying turned to a steady vocal sobbing as smack after smack struck his defenseless behind. Soon, his legs were kicking in unison with each spank. He was finding it increasingly difficult not to move around on his mother's lap. In short order, his bottom went from a cool white to a pale pink. His sobbing grew louder. After twenty-four hard slaps, his mom stopped. Quickly she retrieved her hairbrush from her purse. Just a quickly, she resumed spanking. Mrs. Evans' hairbrush did its usual energy efficient job of heating up Brian's rear end. Pink changed to red. Leg kicking became furious scissoring. Soon, Brian's sobbing was replaced by his famous banshee imitation. Still, his mother's branding iron of a hairbrush continued to descend, time after time. Brian's pleas of "stop, stop!" were ignored until a full treatment of thirty burning spanks had been delivered to his naughty bare behind. Nancy Evans set Brian, sporting a very bright red backside, on his feet. Immediately, Brian started entertaining the audience with a brisk jig, hopping from foot to foot. He knew better than to try to rub his bottom or to cover up his privates. "I bet that butt's hot enough to cook an egg on," someone commented. "Maybe that's what I need to do with you," a mother told her daughter. Brian's blush, which had never completely left him, deepened at hearing the audience commentary. Spying a nearby pay phone, Mrs. Evans grabbed Brian by the arm and dragged him toward it. "I need to call Mrs. Collins," she said. Mrs. Collins was Elizabeth Collins, the Evans' next door neighbor. Sammy the Brat, as Brian called nine-year-old Samatha Collins, was his some time friend, some time enemy, and being a girl, all time irritant. Hanging up the phone, Nancy Evans announced, "we're visiting the Collins tonight. Sammy's to be spanked." Brian's heart sank even lower. This meant he was to be spanked again tonight. That didn't surprise him. Since "his mom's law," he was never spanked just once in a day, he always received a second one later on. It was being spanked with Sammy that he didn't like. Last Christmastime at the mall, his mom and Mrs. Collins had made a deal. Since Sammy's mother, a single parent, was new to spanking, Brian's parents would help spank Sammy, so her mom could learn. And, for practice, Mrs. Collins could help spank Brian. "Come on," said Brian's mom, "back in the store. I have to order costumes for you and Sammy." Once in the store, Mrs. Evans went to the special order desk. The female clerk, a teenager, constantly stared at the naked below the waist Brian. As his mother described what she wanted, the clerk's smile grew broader and broader. After a few moments, Mrs. Evans signed the order form and paid her deposit. "Okay, it's time to catch the train home," she informed her children. * * * The train ride home was pure misery for Brian. The conductor teased him. Adults made statements about "being glad to see that some parents still knew how to handle naughtiness." Two girls his age sitting in the seat in front of him were constantly turning around and giggling as they pointed to his everything. A teenager said that Brian must be going fishing, since everyone could see the "worm" he was carrying between his legs. As they entered the house, Brian begged his mother, "please mom, can I have my clothes back?" "No you can't," came the immediate reply. "You get them back when I'm ready to give them back, and not before." "Please, mom," persisted Brian. "Not another word, young man!" "But, mom," Brian valiantly gave it the old college try. "That's enough out of you, get the chair," came the order from the thoroughly angered Mrs. Evans. Brian and Stacey both immensely disliked the chair. Both kids greatly hated having their privates on public display. Capitalizing on this, their parents never put them in a corner after an at home spanking. Usually, they had to stand or kneel in the middle of the living room for a specified time. For very serious offenses or special circumstances, they had to sit bare bottomed on the chair in the punishment posture of legs spread, feet on the side rungs, hands grasping the top of the rear legs. The hard wood chair was extremely painful for a just spanked bottom. The distraught Brian brought in the dreaded chair. He positioned it in the usual spot, two feet away from the three steps leading up from the small entry foyer, facing the door. Anyone at the front door would have an eye-level view of his everything. "Don't even think of getting up from this chair," said Brian's mother, "or even moving an inch, until supper time." "Yes mom," replied the dejected Brian. Two hours later, Brian only half-heartedly ate his supper. All too soon for the still bare bottomed Brian, the family went visiting the Collins. Answering Tom Evans knock, a red faced Sammy invited the Evans family to "please come on in." Like Brian, she was naked from the waist down. Unlike Brian, she did not have on any footwear. "Welcome, everyone," Elizabeth Collins greeted her guests. After a few minutes of chit-chat, the adults decided it was time to get down to business. "Tom, Nancy, I would be so grateful if you would start Sammy's spanking," said Samatha's mother. "Be glad to," answered Tom Evans. "Sammy, get over here, now." The crying, blushing girl made her way over to Brian's father. Reluctantly, she positioned herself over Mr. Evans lap. "Sammy's being punished for back talking to her teacher, and like Brian, for arguing about her costume," announced her mother. "Well, let's hope she learns from this," Tom Evans said as his hand smacked the Brat's bare behind. Time after time the punishing hand fell, quickly reddening the sobbing, kicking Sammy's bottom. "No more, no more," pleaded the weeping girl. "It hurts, it hurts, please stop!" But stop Tom Evans didn't, until twenty stinging blows had been delivered. Standing Sammy up, Brian's dad ordered her to go to Mrs. Evans. Swiftly, the girl found herself over Nancy Evans lap. Brian's mom lost no time in bringing her hairbrush down onto Sammy's already punished posterior. Twenty brush strokes had the Brat wailing a not-so-merry tune, kicking up a violent storm. Sammy had neither breath nor energy to spare on pleas for mercy. After twenty hard strokes, the brightly red bottomed girl was sent hopping over to her mother. For a third time that evening, Samatha Collins found herself over an adult's lap, awaiting a spanking. Her mother wasted no time in obliging her daughter. Twenty-four very hard ruler spanks had Sammy doing a very good imitation of Brian's imitation of a banshee. Her bottom turned crimson, her kicking became almost a blur, her wails were punctuated with frenzied screams. Once on her feet, Sammy danced and pranced about in a furiously fierce frenzy, to the amusement of her audience. Her uncontrollable howling seemed incapable of ceasing. "Liz, would you be so kind as to start Brian off?" asked Mrs. Evans. "Be my pleasure," replied Sammy's mother. "Brian, come here, young man." Resignedly, Brian went to Mrs. Collins, who promptly had him over her lap. And just as promptly, commenced ruler spanking his bare bottom, still slightly pink form his earlier spanking downtown. Brian was shedding tears by the third spank, crying out loud by the seventh, kicking by the tenth and imploring for a halt by the twelfth. After administering a dose of twenty-four spanks, Sammy's mother ended her torture of Brian's now red behind. "Brian, to your dad," ordered his mom. Brian was quickly draped over his father's lap, who lost no time in putting the family's spanking hairbrush to good use. Again and again the wicked implement seared a burning pain into Brian's bare hindquarters. For the second time that day, Brian was reduced to acting like a banshee, outdoing Sammy's recent performance. His kicking was most vigorous, rivaling that of the Brat's. His wails and howls undoubtedly could be heard by the entire block, maybe even the whole neighborhood. Brian's occasional incoherent appeal to "stop, stop!" was completely ignored. On and on Brian's dad spanked, until the brush had massaged Brian's behind thirty times. Brian cavorted about the room every bit as frantically as Sammy had. His bottom matched the deep crimson color of the Brat's. Once Brian had calmed down somewhat, he and Sammy were made to stand in the middle of the room, hands behind head. There they stayed for the next thirty minutes, as the two families socialized. To Brian's relief, the evening drew to a close. "Thank you for coming," Elizabeth Collins told her guests as they exited the house. "I'll pick the costumes up Thursday." "Thank you," replied Brian's mother. After a prompt from her mother, Sammy told the Evans adults, "Thank you for spanking me." "You're welcome," responded Mr. and Mrs. Evans, almost in unison. "Mrs. Collins, thank you for spanking me," added Brian after a nudge from his mother. "You're welcome, Brian," replied Sammy's mother. * * * The next morning, Brian was happy to discover that he would be fully attired for school. He was not happy that his mom would not give him any clue as to his Halloween costume. She threatened him with another spanking and being naked all week if he persisted in asking. He would have to just wait the four days till Halloween, as would Sammy. Brian's anxiety grew as Halloween drew nearer. At school on Halloween day, the time, instead of its usual dragging pace, flew by. After school, once Stacey was in her princess costume, Brian finally learned his fate for the evening. His mom brought in a bag from the "Lively Arts" shop. "Remove all your clothes, and I mean all." Too scared to protest, Brian immediately stripped completely naked. "Put this on," his mother said, handing him from the bag a bright red shirt. Brian was aghast. The short shirt would be several inches shy of his belly button. "Please spank me, I've been very naughty!" was written on the front side in big bold black lettering. A pouch inscribed "use to give two of your best" had been sewn on to the back of the shirt. A red faced and crying Brian put the shirt on even as he protested, "please mom, no, don't make me wear this!" "That's your costume, young man, so wear it" replied his mother. "You know what happened last time you argued about a costume." "Yes, mom," dejectedly responded Brian. "Now, get your shoes and socks back on," ordered Mrs. Evans. Once he had done so, his mother handed him a treat bag the same bright red as his shirt. Brian's sniffling grew even louder and more persistent. "Trick first, treat second, spank before giving goodies" was inscribed on both sides of the bag. Worse, there was a drawing of a kid's bare bottom being walloped by a hairbrush. A hairbrush very much like the one Brian's mother was now holding. "This goes in the pouch," she said, her words matching her actions. "Please, not the brush!" begged Brian. "Yes, the brush," affirmed his mother. "It's part of your costume. Come along now, time to go get Sammy." Soon, Brian, Stacey, Sammy and Mrs. Evans were standing in front of the Collins house. Sammy's costume was identical to Brian's. "I bet their behinds end up as red as their shirts," giggled a delighted Princess Stacey. "That's the idea," agreed the Princess Mother as the group of four made its way to the next house. Before long, most of the neighborhood youngsters had grouped up with the bare bottomed Brian and Brat, who somehow always were first to be served at each house. House after house was delighted to trick first by using the brush, than treating. Brian couldn't help thinking that it was the kids who were supposed to trick the treaters, not the other way round. For two long hours, Brian, Sammy and Stacey went trick and treating. As they approached home, all three kids had overflowing bags. Two of them, crying very loudly and hopping more than walking, were exhibiting very red, very sore, very hot bottoms which indeed matched the color of their costumes. Of the fifty-two houses they had visited, forty-three had been glad to give the two bare bottomed youngsters "two of their best" with the hairbrush. * * * Once home, Brian's mom made him wear his costume the entire weekend. Brian stayed home, not daring to go out. He didn't want his friends finding excuses to use the hair brush on him. As it was, his parents, upon the slightest provocation on his part, gave him two of their best. As a result, Brian was being very careful, with only moderate success, to be on his very best behavior. To his relief, he was permitted to go to school on Monday normally dressed. All day his classmates teased him endlessly about his Halloween costume. For a short time, Brian managed to avoid any further imposition of his mom's law. However, Brian being Brian and all boy, again experienced his mother's justice just ten days after Halloween. 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.