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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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)