Peer Mentors Chapter 1
By Red Rover
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Copyright 2012 by Red Rover, all rights reserved
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This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain 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
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story.
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Dougie
Baxter was putting on one of his
classic performances. The small 13-year old boy, dressed only in a pair
of
tight white briefs was jumping up and down, screaming at the two 11
year old
girls sitting on the floor in front of him. “You’re
cheating again, you fucking little
brat! I should pound your stupid bitch head into the rug.”
The
three children hand been playing
a board game when Dougie had gone berserk, kicking the board aside and
throwing
a game piece into his sister Kelly’s face. Kelly
started crying immediately as her friend
Brandy tried to console her. The
commotion brought the other three occupants of the house, Dougie and
Kelly’s
mother Catherine, his older sister Lisa (15) and Lisa’s friends
Marjorie (15)
and Beverly (14).
What’s
going on here, Mrs. Baxter
demanded. “he hit me with a game piece,” Kelly sobbed, “And he’s
calling me
nasty names.”
“Yeah,
but she was cheating, like the
little bitch always does,” Dougie shouted in rage.
“Did
you cheat, Kelly?” her mother asked
“Well, did you?”
Kelly
flushed and hid her face, “No,
Mama, I didn’t cheat, honest.”
Catherine
turned to Brandy, “Did she
cheat, Brandy?”
Looking
around in fear and not knowing
what to do, Brandy mumbled, “Well, sorta”
“Sorta
isn’t an answer Brandy,” the angry
mother snapped. “Either she cheated or she didn’t. Which was it?” She
looked at
the three older girls, “Did any of you see Kelly cheat?”
Lisa
shook her said, “No, Mama. We
were talking in the other corner, none of
us were watching the game.”
Mrs.
Baxter turned back to Brandy,
“Well, child, what was it – and it better be the truth.”
Brandy
burst into tears, “yes, ma’am.
Kelly moved her piece three spaces while he wasn’t looking.”
Kelly
glared at Brandy, “Some friend you
are, you little twit. Girls are supposed to stick together, not tattle
on each
other. Now I’m going to get a spanking because of you and Dumbo here.”
“You
bet your little pink bootie, you
are, young lady,” the irate mother said. “And so is your idiot brother
here. Kelly,
you get your shorts and shoes and socks off right now. And, you Douglas Elliot
Baxter, you get your
underpants off right now too.”
“Not
in front of the girls,” the boy
whined.
Catherine
gave him a sharp swat on the
bottom. “Right now, mister.”
Reluctantly,
the two children complied, which
left Dougie completely nude and Kelly with only her short T-shirt and
“Batgirl”
panties on. Marjorie
snickered. “Cute
panties, Kelly!”
His mother turned to Dougie, “now,
little mister bigmouth, take your underpants and Kelly’s shorts and
socks and
put them in the clothes hamper. Neither of you will need them again
tonight. And
on your way, back bring me my hairbrush. “ smacking
him on his bare bottom she yelled,
NOW - and run”
As Dougie scampered off with the discarded
clothing, her mother took Kelly by the ear and dragged her over to a
straight
chair. Seating herself, she pulled the struggling little girl over her
lap.
When the squirming child was firmly under control, she pulled down her
panties
just below her bottom, eliciting another howl of protest. “Now, Missy,
you are
getting TWO spankings. One for cheating at your game and a doxen
strokes of the
hairbrush for lying about it. Patting the bare bottom in front of her,
she
commenced spanking at a rapid rate SMACK, SMACK , SMACK, SMACK,
SMACK …..
Kelly was crying after the first dozen
smacks and was howling in pain and ager after twenty of thirty hand
spanks. Her
bottom was going from pink to bright read and her little legs were
kicking
rapidly, putting on a good show for her brother and the other four
girls. All
of whom were trying to repress grins and giggles, fearing they might be
next.
Finally she stopped and let the sobbing
little girl go limp over her lap. Kelly face was contorted in pain and
a mixture
of tears, saliva and snot ran down her face and dripped off her chin
onto the
floor. Mrs. Baxter stopped to catch her breath and Lisa stepped forward
with a
tissue so she could wipe the sweat off her own face.
Now she beckoned to Dougie and took the
dreaded hairbrush from his shaking hand. “And now, young lady, comes
the REAL
part of your spanking!” She
patted the
cringing girl’s, red and quivering bottom with the paddle a few times,
watching
as waves of shudders went through the little body. Then she took a full
arm
swing and brought the brush down solidly into the middle of Kelly’s
bottom.
“YEEEEOOOOWWWW!!” Kelly howled as the
hard wood smacked against her already sore bottom cheeks.
“That’s one,” her mother stated firmly,
“eleven more to go!”
YYYYYEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWCH
YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWCHHH
Kelly continued to howl at each stroke
as the brush covered every inch of her battered bottom, culminating
with two
ferocious blow s to the “sit spots.” At
that point she could only lie totally limp across her mother’s lap
moaning and
blubbering. Her mother pulled up her panties and rubbed her back
gently. “OK,
baby, it’s over now, you can get up.”
Kelly struggled but was unable to rise. Finally
Lisa took pity on her and carried her over to the corner and set her on
her
feet. Kelly began
rubbing her bottom
frantically to take the sting away as she leaned her head against the
wall and
continued to sob.
Catherine got up and shrugged her
shoulders to get out the stiffness. She
turned to Dougie who was rooted to the spot in dismay and apprehension.
“As for you, young
man, what you have just
seen is a mild pattycake spanking compatred to what you are getting in
a few
minutes. Now go over to the corner with your sister, put your hands on
your
head and neither of you move an inch until we get back.”
“Come on, girls, lets get some milk and
cookies, I am going to need all my strength to deal with that holy
terror of a
boy.”
End of Part 1
(The End)