It Sure is Fun! 2

By Crimson Kid

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This is a letter from one preteen girl to another about her older male cousin being spanked nude with her watching, then a response by a psychologist. Set in the Puericil Universe.

"IT SURE IS FUN!" #2 by the Crimson Kid

(This is obviously a follow-up to "It Sure Is Fun!")

From the September 2013 issue of "Girlish Giggles and Grins":

Great news, girls!

The publication of Christina's letter ("It Sure is Fun!") to her BFF Amanda, along with my commentary on it to her mother, in the August issue of this magazine has brought out an overwhelming positive reaction from our feminine readership. As a result, the editors have decided to create, as a permanent monthly feature, a column titled "It Sure is Fun!" which will print letters from girls (and twice yearly from their mothers) dealing with their experiences of watching boys being spanked in the nude by females, or even of actively participating in such necessary yet highly entertaining disciplinary activities.

I'm asking the faithful readership of "Girlish Giggles and Grins," all you wonderful young (and perhaps even not-so-young) ladies, to submit your own letters describing in detail the corporal correction of deserving young men. As I did with last month's letter, and this one (also from sweet, cute Christina), I will provide a response to each account, discussing the benefits to society which result from naughty boys frequently and regularly being stripped bare-naked, then very soundly spanked by women and girls.

So, my dear 'sisters' whose beautiful bottoms are meant by the Sacred Feminine to remain cool, clothed and comfortable, while the spankworthy rear ends of our much less mature, misbehaving 'brothers' contrawise are being embarrassingly bared, then thoroughly walloped by their strict feminine disciplinarians until they're sizzling and throbbing, please start writing your own narratives of such enjoyable experiences right away.

Then please send them to this magazine, care of Doctor Almeda McMichael's column, "It Sure is Fun!" (Christina has agreed to let the title chosen for her first letter also serve as the name of this column. Her followup letter, printed in full below, will be considered the column's second installment.) Anyone whose letter is chosen for publication will receive a free one-year subscription to "Girlish Giggles and Grins."

"IT SURE IS FUN!" #2

Hi there Doctor McMichael, it's Christina again ("Chrissie" to my good girlfriends), writing about what I got to watch after the stuff I wrote about in my letter to my BFF Amanda, the one that my mother gave you permission to print in "Girlish Giggles and Grins."

After my fifteen-year-old cousin Redmond (we all call him "Reddy") was strapped "in the altogether" (that means bare-naked, it's one of Mom's old-fashioned expressions) by my mother with her razor strop, then spanked over her knee by my older sister Lyrica ("Lyr"), who was smacking his poor stinging-hot hiney really hard with one of those transparent lexan paddles, he had to do more cornertime afterward. Of course, he was still bare-naked and bawling like a kindergarten baby, his spanked bottom was glowing a purplish-red color (Mom called it "candy-apple red") while he had to bend forward and touch his nose to the corner in our living room. Lyr told him that he was "such an amusing sight, the way you carry on so childishly over a nice friendly fanny-tanning, Reddy," even though she'd paddled his bare behind truly long and hard, making it seriously hurt. (But of course he did deserve it, boys always need to be bare-bottom blistered "with extreme prejudice," as my mother says.)

Mom must have been in a good mood, maybe because she knew that Aunt Carol was actually going to give Reddy "a real red-assed shellacking" with our bath brush later on. (Of course, he was probably counting on his mother "wimping out," as Mom said says she usually does when Reddy deserves a good sound spanking, but all of us knew that Aunt Carol had agreed to tan his naked fanny in front of us. He didn't know that, we were keeping it from him a surprise, "but not a pleasant one from his point of view," my mother told Lyr and I while she was smiling, but it wasn't a very nice smile.) Anyway, after his second cornertime, my cousin was allowed to put his swimming suit back on to have supper with us. It was Domino's delivered pizza and pepsi, then we had chocolate ice cream for dessert. I thought my mother had ordered too much pizza, but she seemed really hungry, and so were Lyr and especially Reddy, so spanking someone and also being spanked must build up a person'a appetite. (He asked Mom to let him put a cushion on top of his wooden chair seat, but she asked him, "Your cousins don't need cushions for their tender girlish tushies, so why should a big, strong boy like you have to sit on one?" He told her that his rear end was sore, but she said for him to "stop acting like a candy-ass over a little bit of spanking.")

When Aunt Carol finally arrived, she made all of us--well, except Reddy of course--very excited and happy when she told my cousin to take off his swimming suit and go bring the bath brush to her. You should have seen his face, he looked really shocked, it was like he was going to start crying even before she started blistering his bare bottom. He tried to talk his way out of getting his hiney walloped, which might have worked if the rest of us females weren't around, but we all told my aunt that Reddy deserved one more good, hard butt-whacking and she agreed.

Once he'd gone upstairs and come back down, bare-naked and carrying the bath brush (it was a pretty short one from the Vermont Country Store, but very solid), Reddy's bald peenie looked a little shrunk-up again, which I figured was caused by him wearing his damp swimming suit at supper. I didn't care, Lyr likes to look at boys' peenies but I'm only interested in their bare behinds, because that's where they take all those long, hard paddlings, strappings, switchings and spankings which make them bawl real loud like kindergarten babies, while I'm watching and feeling soooo glad that I was born a girl.

Mom likes to say that Aunt Carol, who's even older than herself (she had her fortieth birthday last month), always "goes way too easy on Reddy" even when she does blister his bare buns, which my mother thinks isn't often enough, but having all of us other females being there must have "given her some backbone," which is what Lyr said afterward. Anyway, my aunt gave my bare-naked cousin a really first-class "red-assed shellacking" (as she put it just before starting in on his bouncy bottom) with that bath brush, working his hiney over and totally "wearing him out" (my mother's words) for a pretty long time--Lyr told me later that it was a twelve-minute "ass-thrashing" (she checked her wristwatch) but Aunt Carol kept smacking that boyish bare behind really hard the whole time, she didn't let up at all and even swung harder at the end.

The look on Reddy's face while he was bent over his mother's left knee, with her right leg across the back of his own legs and his right wrist twisted up behind him with her left hand (Mom calls it a "basic over-the-knee restraint position," and it sure worked to keep my cousin's rear end right where his mother could wallop it with full force), then she started cracking that bath brush's flat back against "the bottom of his bottom," it was just awesomely priceless! Of course, he was yelping and saying things like "Ouch, that hurts!" and "Not so hard, Mom!" right away, but after a couple of minutes he was sobbing so he couldn't speak all that clearly, then pretty quick after that he was crying like a little boy, he really sounded so immature. (It's really true, I'm more mature than he is even though he's close to four years older than me.)

Lyr and I were giggling and teasing Reddy all during his punishment, we were saying things like "Duh! It's supposed to hurt, that's what a spanking does!" and "Keep those red buns squirming for us, it's really cute!" I kneeled down right in front of his face for the last few minutes of his paddling, making him look me in my eyes while I was laughing at his "blubbering," as Mom calls it, but his eyes were full of tears which were flowing down his face and landing on the carpet below, so he probably couldn't see me very well. (I stayed far enough back that his tears didn't hit me, that would be pretty gross!)

When Aunt Carol finally stopped walloping her son's "hurtin' for certain" hiney, it was a "candy-apple red" color again, especially right on his "sit spots," the very lowest part of his bum-bum cheeks, then once she let him up he danced around the living room, "howling like a banshee" (to put it my mother's way) and rubbing his glowing "glutes" (Lyr's word for buns) for a few minutes, yelling things like "Ow, it hurts soooo much!" and "Oh, it really stings and burns!"

All of us females were giggling and grinning, looking at Reddy like he was a five-year-old the way he was carrying on right in front of us. I'm sure that Lyr enjoyed looking at his peenie, since the medication he takes means that he has no hair down there and she brags about having a "bush," but I adored seeing his tearstained face with its blushing pink cheeks. Even better for me was watching his purplish-red, shining behind wiggling around while he tried to rub the fiery, stinging hurt out of it. Lyr kind of cooed at him, saying "Oh, poor baby boy! Did Mommy paddle his naughty bare botty and make it really hot and sore?" We all laughed at that, because it was so true that Reddy was bawling like a kindergarten baby, showing how childish he still is even though he's almost sixteen.

Afterward my cousin had to do his cornertime, with Lyr and me teasing him all the while about how immature boys were compared to girls and how he was standing bare-naked in the corner with his nose touching the walls and his hands together behind his back, showing off his "shiny red-hot hiney," as Lyr put it, to his girl cousins who were both younger than him. He was still sobbing a little, so I almost felt sorry for him--but then I remembered what I learned from my mother and my female teachers at school, also the priestess at our church, that male behinds are perfect for taking severe blistering-hard punishments, they were made that way by the Sacred Feminine so that they could (and should) be spanked "long, hard, often and bare," as that famous saying goes.

Just before he left to go home with his mother, Reddy asked me this question: "How did you know that I was planning to spy on you in the shower today, before I even had a chance to try it?" So while I did kind of set him up, it was for bad behavior he was going to try doing after all. He truly did deserve what he got, and I was soooo happy that he'd gotten three really serious spankings for what he'd wanted to do. Imagine, him thinking he should get to see me bare-naked, what a naughty, immature boy!

Since I knew that I was going to get to paddle his bare behind myself about a month later (on my twelfth birthday), I licked my lips and just told him, "Bad boys like you can't hide anything from much smarter good girls like me, Reddy, maybe your sore, smarting seat will help you remember that."

I'm going to send the next letter after my birthday party two weeks from now, which you're invited to, Doctor McMichael. I'm looking forward to meeting you in person, and having you give me "professional guidance" since I'll be blistering my cousin Reddy's bare behind for the very first time, with my BFF Amanda helping me.

Being a girl these days, it sure is fun!

Yours in spanking sisterhood,
Christina

[Doctor McMichael's Response:

Thank you for your letter, Christina, which is the first one received which was intended to be printed; hopefully there will be many more to follow, both from you and from other feminine contributors.

It was pleasing to find out that your Aunt Carol, the mother of Reddy (Redmond), administered such a thorough bare-bottom blistering to him at your house, an event which obviously enjoyed a highly appreciative audience. While your mother and older sister (Lyrica) are clearly contributing to Reddy's discipline quite effectively, he would be getting 'mixed messages' if his own mother wasn't also spanking him frequently and very soundly. It's important that your mother, Lyrica and yourself give your aunt praise and encouragement every time she corporally corrects her son, since she has apparently been somewhat lax about performing that maternal duty in the past.

That Reddy had indeed intended to spy on you in the shower, even though he never had a chance to act on his intention, I'd venture that outcome was 'the best of both worlds'--he was given three very sound chastisements for what he'd planned to do, yet he wasn't actually able to view you in the nude. Boys who believe they should somehow be allowed to see naked females, they deserve extremely emphatic thrashings indeed, so your cousin received his fully earned corporal comeuppance. Some people would argue that this particular situation was an example of the higher-level, infallible justice imposed by the Sacred Feminine, and perhaps it was, although I don't discuss metaphysics in this column.

You were correct in reminding Reddy that his "sore, smarting seat," which probably ended up causing him significant discomfort for several days after he'd underwent those three solid spankings, was due to his own antisocial intentions in planning to look at you 'in the altogether.' Males lack the mature self-discipline to control their own base urges, hence they require externally-imposed discipline, in the form of forcefully-applied corporal correction delivered regularly and firmly by their womenfolk. "Every throbbing, glowing-hot masculine posterior justly produced by strict-yet-loving females is a contribution to the advancement of human society," that's how I put it in my first guidebook.

However, please do show Reddy affectionate forgiveness after his punishment (including the after-spanking naked cornertime), to demonstrate that he was disciplined in his long-term best interest--although the seeming bonfire on his buttcheeks may momentarily suggest otherwise to him--because he needs, deserves and (I strongly believe) secretly desires such corporal correction. Give him a friendly kiss or two with a warm embrace, and make any continued teasing light-hearted at that point. Males of any age below 'triple digits' should be treated like five-year-old boys by the females in their lives, that's my philosophy, so they require both strict bottom-blistering punishment for their misconduct and fond forgiveness afterward.

Right around the publication date of this issue of "Girlish Giggles and Grins," you're going to enter womanhood. I'm looking forward to being there, giving you assistance and guidance in demonstrating your feminine maturity atop Reddy's bare behind and celebrating your rite of passage with you. Yes, I may even bring a few gifts for various persons present, of course including yourself.

Yours in spanking sisterhood,

Amanda McMichael

P.S.: I liked your closing so much that I've 'appropriated' it for my own use.]

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