Amber in Charge 5
By Red Rover
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Copyright 2017 by Red Rover, all rights reserved
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Amber in Charge
By Red
Rover
This
story is set in a small town in Florida in the near future.
Main
Characters:
The
Milton Family: Mother: Pamela (38), Children: James (17), Robert (15), Amber (13),
Daniel (11).
The
Kelly Family: Mother: Caroline (32), Children: Maxine (13), Jennifer (11)
Robert’s
former classmates: Marcie (15), Grace (14), Tammy, (15) and Emma (14)
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Part 5
When we
got to the ice cream shop, Mom had the three boys sit on the stools at the far
end of the counter. This ensured that everybody in the shop and those walking
past the big window at the end of the shop could see and admire the redness of
their bare bottoms. The women and girls sat at the two booths opposite the
boys. Jimmy, the most recently spanked, had a hard time sitting down on the
lightly padded stool and kept lifting his bottom up to relieve his discomfort.
This, of course, exposed more of his bottom to delight of the girls in the shop
and those passing by.
We sat and enjoyed our ice cream for a while and
then got up and walked back to the bus stop. Tammy had to leave right away, so
Mom addressed the other three of Bobby’s former classmates.
” You can see that Jimmy’s bottom is much redder
than Bobby’s and Danny’s,” she remarked. “Since Marcie has already spanked one
boy, maybe Grace and Emma should take care of Bobby and Danny. That way, all
three naughty little boys will have matching red bottoms.”
The girls, of course, thought it was a great
idea. Grace grabbed Bobby and sat down on the bus stop bench, pulling him over
her left knee and pinning his legs with her right. This left his bare pink
bottom thrust high in the air and he boy could only squirm feebly as Grace
began smacking him with her bare hand. After a dozen or so hand spanks, Bobby
was sniffling and squirming desperately to get away, to no avail, of course.
“That should do nicely for the warm-up,” Grace
chirped. “Could I have the hairbrush now, Aunt Pam?”
“Of course, dear,” Mom replied cheerfully. “Give
his naughty little bare bottom a good hard roasting.”
By now, a small crowd had gathered again, mostly
women and girls, who found a naked boy being spanked a delightful sight. A few
men and boys glanced over at the scene, but quickly departed. Grace took the
hairbrush firmly in hand and applied it vigorously to Bobby’s already pink
bottom. This brought a howl of pain and embarrassment from the humiliated teen.
The delighted crowd cheered and applauded as the boy’s tears and howls gave way
to abject bawling and the tears ran in streams down his cheeks and puddled on
the sidewalk below.
Finally, the spanking stopped and Bobby lay
totally spent over his tormentor’s lap, unable to move or even cry out in his
anguish. At Grace’s invitation, some of the women and girls ventured to fondle
his bright red bottom, feeling the heat and taking the opportunity to give him
a few pats, spanks and even grope between his bottom cheeks to fondle his
boy-parts. A couple of the older girls actually dared to insert a finger into
his rectum, which brought renewed howling from the thoroughly humiliated teen.
Finally, Grace let him up to do his own “spanky
dance” for the amusement of the audience. Emma took her place and pulled an
already sobbing Danny over her lap. Danny’s spanking was a bit shorter than
Bobby’s had been, but equally humiliating and the audience had just as much fun
as they had had with Bobby. Even some of the younger girls used their fingers
to penetrate his rectum, having seen the older girls’ treatment of Bobby. Danny,
of course, did his own “spanky dance” to much applause.
By this time, the bus had arrived and the seven
of us got aboard, leaving the three older girls to continue their interrupted
journey. Each of them kissed and hugged the three boys, patting them on their
bottoms and admonishing to be “good little boys for Aunt Pam.” When we got on
the bus, Mom had the three boys stand in the aisle near the front so that the
other passengers had a chance to pat, spank or fondle their bottoms on the way
home.
When we got to the gate of the development, Mom
had us all get off the bus and walk the four blocks to our house. This gave the
boys the “opportunity” to have their bare bodies viewed, admired and played
with by a number of girls and women on the way home. Of course, any time we met
an adult woman on the street, Mom would stop and gossip with her for a while,
making sure to give her and any girls around her to fondle the boys’ privates
and make comments about their red bottoms.
When we finally got home, the boys were
exhausted. So, Mom had me, Maxine and Jennifer give them individual tub baths,
with an admonition to “make sure you thoroughly clean their naughty bits” So,
all three of us got to soap and wash their willies, balls and rectums, much to
their discomfort and dismay. Afterwards, they were sent to their rooms to nap,
naked of course, for the rest of the afternoon.
Actually, the three of us girls were pretty
tired, too, so we got into our bikinis and lounged on the sofas on the patios
for the rest of the afternoon. And, of course, we all fell asleep.
It was a great day.
End of Part 5
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