The Bare Bottomed Boys Club 8
By Red Rover
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Copyright 2014 by Red Rover, all rights reserved
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sexual activity
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BARE BOTTOMED BOYS CLUB
This
story is set in a small town in the American Southwest in the near
future.
Main
Characters:
The
Leonard Family: Mothers: Janet (38) and Patricia (41), Children: Jean
(15),
Jackie (13), Joanne and Jason (11) and Jodie (10).
The
Parker Family: Mother: Velma (36), Children: Keisha (15) and LaDonna
(12)
The
Fallon Family: Mother: Sandra (33), Children: Amy
(12), Lisa (9), Donna and Donnie (2)
Chapter
8
Just
before we got to the clothing store, we saw
small crowd milling around a security guard. Going over to look, we saw
a young
guard wearing a nametag that said “Wanda” talking to a boy who was
wearing
shorts and a T-shirt. I recognized him as Randy Kirkpatrick who was 15,
almost
16 years old. He had come to the house a few times last year to help
Jean with
her Algebra homework, but she had broken up with him in March or April.
Wanda
was saying, “You know that little boys are
not allowed to wear clothes in this town, don’t you?”
Randy
stammered, “But, but, but… I’m not a
little boy. I am 15 and will be 16 in two months. High school boys are
exempt
from the nudity rules.”
Wanda
snorted, “You don’t look like a high
school kid to me. You can’t be a day over thirteen. But if you are in
high
school, show me your identification.”
Randy
looked pale and quickly produced a wallet.
He pulled out an ID card and handed it to Wanda. He really didn’t look
15 years
old, but I knew he was.
Wanda
glanced at the card and laughed. “All this
has is your name, address, phone number and parents’ names. Nothing
here
mentions a high school or your age. You could be 19 or 9. So get those
clothes
off RIGHT NOW, little boy.”
“But
I really AM in high school,” the terrified
boy protested. “I lost my high school ID card couple of weeks ago and I
can’t
get another until school opens in September.”
I
tugged at Jean’s sleeve and whispered. “You
guys know he really is in high school. Shouldn’t you tell the cop that?”
Jean
just snickered. “He’s a total dweeb. I am
looking forward to see him get his bare bottom blistered.”
Mom
Pat grabbed my arm. “If you say one word,
young man, I will blister your butt with a strap, right where the whole
mall
can watch it!”
Wanda
just smirked and grabbed his T-shirt,
pulling it off over his head as he squealed in alarm. “No ID means you
are a
little boy. Now get those shorts off before I take off my belt. Shoes,
socks
and underpants, too. MOVE!”
Whimpering
in fear and embarrassment, Randy
complied and soon he was standing there totally naked with at least
forty
people enjoying the view. I could see that his penis wasn’t much bigger
than
mine and his balls were kind of shriveled up into his belly. He had
almost no
pubic hair either. His hands went automatically to his crotch as he
tried to
cover up, but Wanda was having none of that.
“Put
your hands on top of your head and keep
them there,” she snapped. “Then turn around very slowly so everybody
can get a
good look at your little-boy parts.”
Wand
couldn’t have been more than a year or two
out of high school herself and it was obvious that she was enjoying the
sight
of a high school boy’s naked body. Not to mention her sense of power as
she
totally dominated and humiliated him.
“Now
that all these nice people have had a good
look at your pathetic little body,” she said with a huge smirk, “You
just
follow me over to that bench in the center of the mall.”
When
Randy hesitated, she gave him a hard smack
on the bottom, which immediately produced a bright red hand print on
the pale
flesh. Pale as the rest of Randy’s body was, his bottom was almost pure
white
where his swim suit would have covered it.
When
they got to the bench, wand a sat down and
motioned for Randy top go across her muscular left thigh. She used her
right
leg to pin him into position so that he could barely move a muscle and
his pale
bottom was fully exposed for spanking.
“By
rights, I should bend you over the bench and
thrash the skin off your pudgy little bottom with my belt,” she said in
a
menacing tone. “But I’m going to go easy on you today since it is your
first
offense. Does anybody have a hairbrush that I can borrow?’
Three
hairbrushes and a couple of paddles were
produced immediately by the mothers and older sisters in the crowd.
Wanda
smiled and accepted the heavier of the two wooden brushes. “This will
do very
nicely,” she smiled. “I guess I’m going to have to start carrying a
paddle
myself with all the naughty little boys running around here.”
She
put the hairbrush down beside her on the
bench and gave Randy a hard smack on his other butt cheek, which
immediately
produced a matching handprint with the one she had given him
previously. “It’s
important to keep things in balance,” she chortled. “Now his cheeks
match each
other.”
So
Wanda proceeded to give Randy a very thorough
hand spanking to “tenderize” his bottom for the next stage of his
punishment. Randy
yelped and howled as her strong arms reddened the whole of his bottom
and his
upper thighs. She even paused once and moved his legs apart so she
could smack
his inner thighs, which produced high pitched screeches as the tender
flesh was
savagely smitten. He was crying pitifully as his whole bottom turned
bright red
under the unrelenting onslaught.
Finally,
she stopped the hand spanking and
reached for the hairbrush. “Now for the main event,” she said. “You
girls watch
carefully so you know just how to get the attention of a naughty little
boy.”
She
then proceeded to deliver a slow but steady
series of hard smacks with the heavy hairbrush, going over every inch
of the
poor boy’s bottom and thighs. Randy was crying steadily now with tears
and snot
running down his cheeks and dripping into a nasty little puddle on the
mall
floor. His yelps and screeches had turned into a sustained bawling and
his
ravaged bottom bounced up and down as he frantically tried to escape
the
unrelenting barrage. Finally, as the hairbrush stopped falling, he lay
gasping
and totally spent over her thigh, his body totally limp and his bottom
covered
with welts and bruises, which were darkening even as we watched.
Wanda
held the hairbrush out to the woman who
had loaned it to her. “Thanks for the loan, ma’am. That is a very good
instrument you have there. I’ll bet your own naughty little boys have
enjoyed
its sting quite often.”
Wanda
patted the sobbing boy’s red bottom
affectionately. “My, my. This little bottom is warm enough to toast
marshmallows over it. Why don’t you girls come up and feel how warm it
is. You
can give him a couple of spanks each, if you want to.”
About
fifteen girls ranging from 10 to 20,
formed a line and took turns feeling, rubbing and patting Randy’s
thoroughly
scourged bottom. Some added a few spanks of their own and several
groped down
into his bottom crack to fondle his boy-parts and probe his rectum with
their
fingers. Randy’s sobs were continuous throughout the process and he
gave off
little yelps when a girl’s probing fingers touch a particularly
sensitive spot.
Wanda
then allowed the battered little boy to
get to his feet. He just stood there, rubbing his sore bottom and
crying. “I’ll
give you a dollar for bus fare,” she said. “And I’ll wrap up your
clothes and
give them to Lost and Found. Your mother or sister can pick them up
tomorrow.”
Randy
was finally free to limp off in the
direction of the bus stop. My sisters, of course, had thoroughly
enjoyed
themselves tormenting the hapless boy. Mom Pat rounded us all up and
said.
“Well that was a nice bit of entertainment, but now we must be about
our
business.” And she herded us into the clothing store, which had been
our
original destination.
END
of Chapter 8
(The End)