It's Not Fair 5

By Crimson Kid

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"IT'S NOT FAIR" by the Crimson Kid

(Philip, age 16)

Dear "It's Not Fair!" Editor,

I'm in a situation where I really need your support, which I hope you will give to me, kind of like an early Christmas present, since it's now the holiday season.

Since my father died in a fluke helicopter crash three years ago, just after my thirteenth birthday, my stepmother Judith ("Mom" to me) has been entirely in charge of my upbringing, plus that of her half-sister Michelle (age 15) and her own daughter Meredith (age 10), both of whom are considered to be my stepsisters. Mom is young for a person in charge of teenagers, only twenty-eight years old, and she's amazingly attractive, with long, curly flaming-red hair, flashing green eyes and a terrific figure, plus she's tall (5'10") and athletic (a top tennis player in two women's leagues). Both of the girls look pretty much like younger versions of her, it's almost as though she'd cloned herself twice.

Normally she's sweet, caring and affectionate to me, but whenever I act "naughty," in her interpretation (which is overly broad in my view), my stepmother spanks me "with extreme prejudice" (Michelle's smug expression), which apparently means very long and extra hard, not to mention in a highly embarrassing manner, meaning with my buttock cheeks fully exposed to the view of any females who happen to be present in our house at the time. Her basic method of spanking me has been loosely "borrowed" from earlier letters to this column, it requires me to change into a so-called "punishment outfit" of a t-shirt, pajama bottoms, athletic socks and thong brief before reporting to the living room for my butt-blistering.

One of my stepsisters will be sent to retrieve whatever "instrument of corporal correction," as their mother calls a spanking implement, which Mom intends to employ on my rear end from the master bedroom, while the other one brings the baby oil from the upstairs bathroom. The chosen "corrective instrument" will be either an oval-shaped lexan (clear polymer plastic) paddle or her "Vermont Country Store" oakwood bath brush, both of which sting and sizzle my bare buns like the very devil, hurting me back there a whole lot--OUCHIE!!

Once we're all together in the living room, I'll be told to take the "spanking chair," which is an armless chair with a straight back and plush padding, out of the corner and set it in the middle of the room. After my stepmother has seated herself upon it, with her right arm's sleeve rolled up above her elbow if needed (she likes wearing long-sleeved white blouses) to free her arm to swing faster and harder, the girl with the "seat-smacker" (Mom's term for whichever implement is going to be plastering my naked buttcheeks) will hand it to her. I'm required to take a position to the woman's right, facing her wide lap and firm sexy thighs, then the stepsister who brought the "smacker" will, at my formal request ("Would you please pull down my pants and take them all the way off?") squat behind me and lower my shorts to ankle level, at which point I must step out of them with her cheery, chuckling assistance.

(My stepmother's desire to prevent frontal nudity, not to mention exposure of my asscrack, isn't in consideration of my feelings of modesty, rather it's supposedly to protect the "innocence" of my stepsisters and to focus everyone's attention on my supposed "bouncy bare bumcheeks," as all of the female household members refer to my barely-separated and fully-displayed buttocks.)

My "nether moons," as Michelle cheerfully calls them, are quivering in trepidation at that point, making the girls giggle and Mom grin with anticipation, as I formally ask to be disciplined: "Mother darling, will you please put me across your loving lap and paddle my bouncy bare bumcheeks good and proper, giving me a very long and extra-hard spanking?" With a smug smile, she always grants my request, then she'll pat her thigh and instruct me to "climb aboard, sweetie," which is my cue to lower myself and bend over her knee. Once I'm adjusted to her comfort in that punitive position, I must formally request of the other sister, "Would you please rub plenty of baby oil onto my bouncy bare bumcheeks, to make my spanking sting more intensely?" There's always a lot of tittering while this takes place, with my buttock rounds quivering, even though being "oiled up" feels good of and by itself, in apprehension of the walloping which will indeed hurt my hiney much more due to the baby oil coating it.

Up to that point, I'm always feeling a great deal of embarrassment, especially if there are any outside females observing my discipline, laughing and smiling at the humbling situation which I find myself caught within; the two most likely to be watching are Wan-Ling Trang, our fourteen-year-old next-door neighbor, Michelle's best friend who is quite pretty, extremely intelligent and Chinese in family background, and Greta Gundersen, Meredith's first cousin, who is twelve years old but could easily pass for fifteen, already 5'8" tall with golden blonde hair and sky blue eyes, what my stepmother says are "Scandinavian good looks." Once the "fanny-tanning" (Wan-Ling's cutesy term) actually gets underway though, I'm almost entirely focused on the explosion of smarting, burning impacts against my poor unprotected posterior.

What does a lengthy paddling, administered by a determined womanly disciplinarian wielding a lexan paddle or oaken bath brush on top of its recipient's "oiled up," exposed asscheeks, feel like? There are plenty of letters already published in this column which describe the sensation, so I won't try to go into any detail myself, other than to state that it hurts a great deal and always makes me squirm and squeal right away, then quickly I'm frantically kicking and crying with any self-control having vanished. I'm vaguely aware of the smug delight being shown by any feminine witnesses present, at the least my two stepsisters, even as I'm shamelessly carrying on so childishly. Mom never keeps count, she simply whacks away at my reddening rear end until she believes that I've "learned a good lesson," based on her belief that I'm "a very slow learner while being spanked."

Afterward I must sincerely thank my stepmother for administering my "corporal correction," to use her term for the paddling she's given me, following that I'm required to apologize for "bawling like a baby" in front of the females who've been viewing my punishment, much to their giggling, grinning amusement, before being sent to the corner for fifteen minutes of "penance and reflection," hands clasped behind my back and nose touching both walls where they meet--which makes my sizzling, throbbing hind end push out backward quite a bit. Any female present is allowed to ask me questions, which I'm required to reply to fully and politely, addressing her as "ma'am" while doing so. Otherwise though, I'm not allowed to speak while the observers of my disciple can, and always do, make teasing comments about my "brilliant crimson bottom-cheekies," "childish carrying on like a kindergarten baby" and "naughty misbehavior which causes Philip to be spanked all the time."

Those two or three bare-cheeked chastisements each week are embarrassing enough, but Mom has now decided to put me on a "Puericil regimen" to supposedly improve my conduct at home. I've referred to letters in this column to point out that the "recommended daily dosage" of Puericil, even the type which has almost no direct physical effect (except for loss of body hair), will make me less competitive in the sports I play for our high school, which are football, basketball and tennis. She has agreed to limit my dosage to thirty-five percent of the recommended amount for a boy my age, which shouldn't have much effect on my athletic aggressiveness, but there's a big-time catch to her offer.

"Since getting your bouncy bare bumcheeks paddled only by me hasn't worked as effectively as I'd hoped in curtailing your typical masculine misconduct, Philip, I'm going to include your stepsisters and even their close friends, when they're here at the time, as spankers in your future corporal correction. That's my condition for going against the popular wisdom and restricting your Puericil dosage so that you can continue to be successful at sports, so take it or leave it."

My stepmother told me that "I'll work out the details as soon as you accept this proposal," which basically means that I'm going to be spanked on my naked buttcheeks by not only Michelle and Meredith, but also by Wang-Ling (whom I'm attracted to in a possible girlfriend sense) and Greta when they're visiting at our house, something which they do four or five times a week. Still, Mom's going to keep paddling me herself, for every little "rules infraction" that I commit, she just plans on having at least a couple of the girls wallop my "bouncy bare bumcheeks" also, once she's finished, before I serve my cornertime--they'll use whichever of the two "instruments of corporal correction" she doesn't for that spanking session.

I've tried to talk my stepmother out of this idea, which will make my family discipline even more embarrassing than it already is, but she simply point-blank won't change her mind on this issue. However, we had a family meeting and she accepted Michelle's suggestion that the "It's Not Fair!" advice columnist decide the issue.

I'm totally unwilling to take the "recommended daily dosage" of Puericil and lose my athletic competitiveness, so the decision comes down to whether or not my stepsisters (Michelle and Meredith) and their two "best girlfriends" (Wan-Ling and Greta) should be allowed to also become my spankers, along with Mom, in return for my Puericil amount being only about one-third of what's "recommended."

(My stepmother has attached a file to this e-mail, one containing a dozen photographs of my most recent session of "corporal correction" with the lexan paddle, from my shorts being lowered to my sore-seated cornertime at the end, she said she's truly impressed by the four actual "moment-of-impact paddywhacking shots" taken by Wan-Ling, who's an expert photographer.)

Anyway, I hope to be supported in my thinking that "It's Not Fair!" for my stepsisters and their two female friends to give me spankings, as well as Mom.

Sincerely in hope for your agreement,

Philip

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Dr. Cassandra Miller’s response:

Hello Philip,

I was very sorry to hear about your father’s accident, but I’m glad to see that your Mom and sisters provide you with a warm, loving and close family. You should realize that spanking you hard or, as Michelle says, with extreme prejudice, is not an exception to your Mom’s caring nature, but just another expression of it. She would not spend her time and energy correcting your behavior if she did not care deeply about you. Even the girls’ teasing seems to be done in a gentle and loving manner, full of affection for you rather than meanness. Spankings hurt, as you know very well, but you should not feel bad that your Mom is so strict and you get them so often. It is normal, because boys are much more immature than girls. That’s why you need spankings and your sisters don’t, even though they are younger than you.

You are also fortunate that she takes some steps to protect your modesty, even if it’s the girls modesty she is actually protecting. Other boys are not so lucky, as you may have seen in this column.

I have to congratulate Wan-Ling. Her photographing technique is truly perfect. In the pictures I could appreciate every detail of your punishment, from your expression to the way your naked bumcheeks bounced at the precise moment when the paddle impacted. Those shots are technically very difficult.

Regarding your question, once more you are lucky you are allowed some input in your discipline. Your Mom is an adult who wants the best for you. She has full authority over you and can make the final decisions. However, since she allows you to have your say, I’ll tell you that I don’t see a problem with having the girls spank you. They already take part in your paddlings, by being there and witnessing them. The difference in maturity between you and them is so large at these ages that you should not feel ashamed if they get to paddle your naked hiney. All of them are so much above you in maturity, even little Meredith, that for you it should not be much different than when your Mom is the one to paddle you.

So do not hesitate to accept the compromise if you want to keep playing sports as you usually do. It is perfectly fine and it will even do you good to have the girls helping with your discipline in a more active manner.

Another alternative might be signing up in a sport activity for boys on Puericil. There are more of those as more and more boys are put on Puericil. But if you are enjoying playing for your High School you should go ahead. It doesn’t matter if the girls paddle you. All the same, your bare bumcheeks will be reddened when you need it and you’ll get your cornertime.

A big hug, and try to behave!
Dr. Cassandra Miller

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