Boys Go Bare 3

By Red Rover

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Copyright 2018 by Red Rover, all rights reserved

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      BOYS GO BARE
 
      By Red Rover
 
CHARACTERS
 
Jane Hastings (36), mother of Michael (16)
 
Marjory Carson (37), mother of Dana (15), Linda (12) and Roger (9)
 
Carly Morgan (15), friend of Dana
 
Bonnie Clark (14), Friend of Dana
 
Mark (43) and Sarah Daniels (41) Children, Tiffany (17), David (15) and Brandy (13)
 
Amber Reed (14), Mark’s niece.
 
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Part 3
 
The next morning, I woke up to a hard SMACK on my bare bottom. I yelped and exclaimed “What the fuck?”
 
That brought forth giggles from the two girls standing next to my bed. It was Dana and Carly. The sun was streaming through the window and I realized it was long past dawn. I looked down and realized I was still naked and my bottom was very sore.
 
 “Get out of here, bitches,” I snapped. “I am naked.”
 
They both giggled again, “Don’t you remember last night, Mikey?” Dana said. “We all saw you naked and spanked your bare bottom.”
 
“He’s still using naughty words,” Carly said in a mocking voice. “Maybe he needs another reminder.”
 
“Yeah, he never did get that mouth soaping last night.” Dana chortled.
 
“Anyway, it’s time to get up, sleepyhead,“ Carly said sternly. “It’s almost nine thirty and breakfast is waiting.”
 
“Well, you two get out of here so I can get dressed.” I said covering my privates and sitting up.
 
They giggled again. “No need for that,” Dana said. “it’s a come-as-you-are breakfast. Now you can walk, or we can carry you – your choice.”
 
Groaning, I got out of bed, still trying to cover my boy parts. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
 
“No problem, little boy, it’s on the way. Do you need to wee-wee or poo-poo?” Carly asked.
 
“Stop calling me, ‘little boy,” I snapped. “I am older than you are.”
 
They both laughed and pulled me into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open. “Poor little Mikey, He never learns,” Carly said in a talking-to-baby tone. “He just can’t accept the fact that we are mature young woman while he is still a silly little boy.”
 
“Well, we can correct that attitude right now.” Dana said, firmly. She sat down on the toilet, put a heavy towel over her knees and pulled me over her lap. “Hand me that bath brush. It’s just the right size for dealing with a little boy’s bare bottom.”
 
I howled in pain as Dana brought the heavy plastic brush down on my already-sore bottom. “Wow, that made a really loud sound.” Carly said. “I bet a few smacks will do wonders for his attitude.”
 
Dana spanked me about a dozen times with that nasty plastic brush. Then she handed the brush to Carly. “Give him a few smacks, too. He needs to learn to treat young women with respect and to obey orders instantly.”
 
I looked up at that point and saw that Brandy and Amber were standing in the bathroom door watching my humiliation with obvious glee. “Hi, girls,” Carly said. “Come on in and give this naughty little boy a few smacks yourself.”
 
So now I was being spanked by four girls, all younger than myself. I couldn’t help bawling and blubbering as they gave me several hard spanks each. I could feel dampness between my legs and realized that I had peed on myself again.
 
“Isn’t it cute how his little bare bottom bounces up and down between spanks?” Brandy chortled. “And how red both sets of cheeks are getting? I’m glad I brought my phone. The girls at summer school will love watching this video.”
 
“He’s wet himself again,” Dana reported. “We probably should have let him go wee-wee before the spanking.”
 
“That’s OK,” Amber said. “Brandy and I will wash off his little dingleberries. I’m just sorry we have to leave in a few days. It would have been so much fun spanking him and playing with him all summer.”
 
So, the girls finally let me finish peeing and then put me in the tub where they gave me a thorough washing. It was old hat to Brandy but new for Amber and she spent lots of time, washing and fondling my various (formerly) private parts. She even stuck her finger all the way up into my rectum and washed it, even though I hadn’t pooped.
 
Then it was downstairs for me, still naked and escorted by four fully clothed younger girls, who giggled all the way.
 
In the dining room we were met by Mummy, Mrs. Carson and Tiffany. David was standing in the corner, nude with his bare red bottom on full display. Not an unusual pose for either of us.
 
Dana had brought a towel with her and put it on my chair. “That will protect the chair and give his naughty little bottom a little padding,” she said.
 
“That’s very thoughtful of you, Dana.” Mummy said, approvingly. “You are going to be a good Auntie for Mikey and the other little boys this summer.”
 
Mrs. Carson smiled. “Yes, Dana has grown up so fast in the last year. Bonnie and Carly, too. I’m very proud of them all. I’m sure they will do a great job handling those naughty little boys.”
 
Dana spoke up. “Linda wants to help, too. She’s only twelve but she acts more mature than other girls her age.”
 
Mrs. Carson nodded. “Yes, of course. We can’t put her on the official payroll because she isn’t thirteen yet, but she will be very helpful, I am sure. She already bathes her little brother Roger and spanks his bare bottom when he misbehaves. She won’t have any problem dealing with Mikey and the other boys.”
 
So, I finally got to eat breakfast, sore bottom and all, while the women and girls talked about me like I wasn’t there.
 
After breakfast, there was Puericil training for Mrs. Carson, Dana, Carly and Amber. Each girl put me over her left knee and stuck her right leg between my legs so as my bottom was spread open and my “rosebud” as they called it, snickering, was fully exposed. First came the rectal temperature taking. The girls giggled as they inserted the thermometer into my bottom and held it there for five minutes to get a “proper” reading. The thermometer was a heavy plastic one which was quite flexible. The girls had fun wriggling it around in my rectum and pulling in and out, while I squirmed in shame.
 
Then Mummy took out a box of “training” suppositories, which were the same size and shape as the real ones but had no medicine in them. These were placed in a soft plastic tube, which was then lubricated and pushed into my rectum about 2 inches. Then a plunger was used to push the suppository out of the tube and into my rectum, and the tube was pulled out.
 
“The Puericil will be absorbed in 2-3 hours, and then the remaining residue in the suppository will come out in his next bowel movement.” Mommy explained. “These training suppositories just have a harmless get in them, so we don’t need to worry about taking them out.”
 
So, after an hour or so of humiliation, I had my temperature taken four times and had four suppositories stuck into my abused bottom. This was, of course, highly amusing for the girls watching. Even David was allowed to turn around in his corner and observe the process.
 
“You will have to do this every evening around seven o’clock,” Mummy explained. That way the Puericil will be absorbed overnight and the boy can have a normal bowel movement in the morning.’
 
At this point, with all four suppositories still in my rectum, along with a load of greasy lubricant, I really had to go to the bathroom. Naturally, I was not allowed to go alone, so, Amber and Brandy escorted me, sat me on the commode and then wiped off my bottom after I had passed all he residue.
 
When I got back to the dining room, the four kids from next door went home and Mummy finished making the arrangements with Mrs. Carson, Dana and Carly.
 
“I’ll be bringing Mikey to your place on Monday morning around Eight o’clock if that’s OK, with you,” Mommy said.
 
“Fine,” Mrs. Carson responded. “The other boys will be processing in all morning. There should be sixteen unless somebody drops out at the last minute. Most of them will be under ten, but there is also one 13-year-old and two-2-year-olds.”
 
(Wonderful, I’ll spend my summer naked with a bunch of little kids. And a bunch of girls next door.)
 
Then I had to hug the girls and promise to be a “good little boy” for them all summer. Naturally, they ran their hands over my bare bottom and patted it in a very possessive way.
 
My Summer in Hell was abut to begin
 
 
 
End of part 3
 

 

 


 
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