The following story is done as a letter to the advice column "It's Not Fair!" in the monthly magazine Boy Stuff published for boys six to twenty.  The letters are usually from boys who protest and complain about things they don't like generally about lack of privacy and that (frequently younger) girls are in charge.  Occasionally, there are other kinds such as this one from a girl.  The editors decided that it was more appropriate for the sister magazine Teen Miss which is concerned with girls' issues and so it was published there.  

This story contains scenes of spanking and domination of young teens.  If these subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.  The fictitious drug Puericilâ„¢ is described at puericilInfo.htm.

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It's Not Fair
Sandy's Letter 4

By

Red Rover <[email protected]>



Sandy (16 years old)
 
 
 
Dear Dr Baker,
 
 
 
I am glad that you approve of “Uncle” Donny. Mummy is depending on him more and more to take care of me and Robby. Sometimes it’s like she has given up on us.  Donna is not really as responsible as Donny is. She still bathes and spanks Robby when he messes up (which is often), but she doesn’t take as active a role as Donny does with me. Sometimes it seems like we have three kids and two adults in the house. Mummy always asks Donny for advice on stuff and never asks the rest of us.
 
It really started when we got home from the pediatric clinic. When we pulled into the driveway, we saw Mrs. Emerson from down the block with her two kids Katie (9) and Jeff (7). Of course, I was still naked, since Mummy had put the bag of my clothes into the trunk. The two kids were staring at me and giggling about how red my bottom was and I just wanted to die. I started to dash for the house but Mummy got one of those “Oh, no you don’t” looks in her eye and said, “Now Sandy, be polite and talk to Mrs. Emerson for a few minutes.”
 
I must have stammered something, but I knew my face was as red as my bottom, and all I could think of was that I was standing naked in my driveway with two younger kids enjoying my plight.
 
Then Donny came to my rescue. “I hear Donna and Robby in the back yard, Sandy. Why don’t you take Katie and Jeff back there and play with them for a while your mother and I talk to Mrs. Henderson?”
 
Well that was almost as bad; me a sixteen-year-old young woman, being sent off to “play” with a couple of pre-teens, but anything was better than standing nude in the driveway for the whole neighborhood to observe. So, I tried to sound chipper and said, “Sure, you guys want to play croquet?”
 
“I’ll get you some milk and cookies in a few minutes,” Mummy said. “Now scamper off, you three.”
 
“Scamper? Like, I am 16, not six, for God’s sake,” I thought, but wisely kept my mouth shut. The two little kids scampered off as directed. I knew better than to ask for my clothes back, so I proceeded after them at a more dignified pace. (But really, how dignified can you be walking across a lawn in the nude, displaying a well-spanked bottom?) Donny, bless his heart, whispered to me, “Just play it like you were nine, kitten,” and smacked me gently on the bottom. So I scampered after the two younger kids.
 
We actually did play some croquet and I sort of enjoyed myself in spite of being the only one without clothes. At least we had a fenced yard so the rest of the neighborhood wasn’t observing my humiliation. Meantime Donny and the two moms had coffee in the kitchen and watched us. I know they were talking about me but I tried to concentrate on playing and not worrying about what they were saying. I am not saying that I found my “inner eight-year-old” but I could sort of pretend for a while.
 
We had our milk and cookies like good little children and I started feeling a little better. (Except for one thing. DO NOT try sitting in a metal lawn chair with a bare bottom if that chair has been in the sun for half the day!) Then the Emerson’s went home and the five of us went into the living room.
 
Of course, we had to fill in Donna and Robby on all that went on in the Clinic and I worked myself up into a good cry. But Donny had taken the “daddy chair” just like it was his right to and called me over to sit on his lap. I just sort of snuggled up with him, bare bottom and all and he soothed me, calling me “kitten” and other baby names. After a while I actually fell asleep in his lap as the conversation droned on around me. When I woke up, I was mortified to find my thumb in my mouth and the other kids grinning at me.
 
Robby held up his camera phone and said, “I got a real good shot of your thumb in your mouth, BABY sister. Can’t wait to show it around school.”
 
Well that got all of my attention right away. “You little cock-sucker,” I screamed and started to get up, but Donny held me down. Donna grabbed the phone and tossed it to Mummy and said “Erase all his pictures.”
 
Robby howled in protest as his pictures were erased, but it did him no good. Next thing you know, he was over Donna’s lap with his bare bottom on display while she smacked it bright red with her hairbrush.
 
Mummy was furious. “I will NOT tolerate you children making fun of each other while you are being punished. Nor will you use that kind of language around the house. Donny, I think your niece needs to have her bottom warmed up a bit.”
 
Donny promptly turned me over on his lap and spanked my bare bottom until I was bawling all over again. So in the space of ten minutes there were TWO naked teens with red bottoms standing in their respective corners.
 
 â€œNow, both of you keep your noses in your corners until dinner is served.” Mummy said in a tone of exasperation.
 
Anybody walking in the house that afternoon would have had a hard time keeping from busting out laughing. There we were, sixteen and fourteen, brother and sister, standing naked in the corners of the living room with bright red bottoms. Robby was bawling and I was sobbing like ten years had suddenly slipped away. It was like going from high school to pre-school in a few hours.
 
Dinner was no picnic either. Nobody felt like cooking, so Mummy ordered pizza.
 
As luck would have it, the delivery boy was Frankie Callaway, a junior boy that I had sat with in History the previous year. He was tall, not bad looking and always cheerful. Of course, Donna met him at the front door and conducted him to the kitchen by way of the living room where Robby and I still stood in our corners.
 
“Looks like somebody got in trouble today,” Frankie remarked as we cringed in our corners. “Hi Donny, the brats been keeping you busy?”
 
Donny laughed. “Yep, an Uncle’s job is never done.”
 
“Or an Auntie’s,” Donna piped up, with a giggle.
 
“I can see that,” Frankie smiled. “I’ll bet those bottoms are as warm as this pizza.”
 
“Feel free to check them out, Frankie,” Mummy said, with an evil chuckle. “I’m sure they’d both like a little rubbing right now.”
 
I let out a wail that must have echoed for blocks, “Muuuuuuummmyyyyyy, please, just kill me right now!!!”
 
Everybody laughed and Frankie patted Robby’s bottom a couple of times, then came over to me. “Don’t worry, little, girl,” he said in a soothing voice, “I won’t let anybody about this. It will be our little secret.”
 
Then he rubbed my bottom a few times and said, “Still nice and silky smooth.”
 
It was humiliating, of course, but also thrilling, especially when he ran a finger casually between my bottom cheeks and touched my rosebud. I didn’t know if I wanted to die or have an orgasm at that point.
 
Then Donna broke the spell by saying, “Yeah, like a baby’s bottom as the saying goes.”
 
More laughter and Frankie gave my bottom a final pat and squeeze and went off on his route.
 
When the door closed behind him, I realized that I had a VERY urgent problem.
 
“Mummy, I have to go pee right now,” I pleaded, shifting my legs from side to side and trying to contain myself.
 
“No problem, kitten,” Donny said. And he took my hand like I was three and led me to the bathroom. I almost made it all the way, but leaked a few drops before he set me on the throne and I could let go completely. I was sobbing in relief and embarrassment at that point, but my bladder was emptying and that was what mattered.

 
At that point, I was so weak and flustered that I could only hang on to Donny’s shoulders as he wiped my private parts and the stuff that had run down my legs. I didn’t even protest when he bent me over the tub, spread my bottom cheeks and used a baby wipe to clean off my anal area. As usual, he poked his finger about an inch up into my rectum as he made sure I was clean there as well. I always felt especially childish at that point, but this time, I just moaned a little. So he dried me off and we went out to the kitchen to have our pizza. Robbie and I ate ours standing up, of course, but it still tasted good.
 
After supper, it was into our baths for me and Robbie. Two of Donna’s classmates, Debbie and Linda came over and they had fun “helping” bathe us. Robbie, of course, was humiliated at two girls from his class seeing him naked and washing his privates. But that was nothing new for either of us as several boys from the same class had helped Donny bathe me in the past. That was worse for me, of course, since the boys were all younger than I was.
 
After our baths, Robbie and I were allowed to lie, still nude, on our towels in front of the TV. Mummy sat in her chair, Donny had the daddy chair and the girls were on the couch. This was the usual arrangement for evening visitors. Anybody who came to the house between 7 and 9 PM was “treated” to the sight of two bare bottoms, often freshly spanked, on the living room floor. Donny and Donna sometimes got to take their guests to their rooms, but not us “little” kids. It was even worse when we were told to get up and fetch food or drink for visitors as our private parts were on display along with our bottoms. Don’t even ask about nights when there was a party of some kind down in the rec room and Robbie and I had to serve stuff to all the visitors.
 
Finally, it came near bed time and Donny brought in his new kit for giving me my nightly Puericil-G suppositories. He spread out the kit on the coffee table and explained all the stuff to the family and the other two girls who were still here. Everybody, of course, had to have the directions read aloud and got to examine me and all the stuff. I realized that this explanations thing was likely to be repeated any time we had new guests over, which was really depressing.
 
Of course, Donny started off by putting on a latex glove and lubricating my rectum for the thermometer. That brought giggles from the girls, especially when I squirmed around as he moved his finger in, out and around. “Gotta get a good coating of lube here,” he said in a serious tone. (Not that that fooled anybody!) Then the stupid thermometer with the clown head went in and he spent a good five minutes holding it in my bottom, wriggling it a bit now and then to watch and feel me squirm. Finally, he withdrew it, proclaimed my temperature normal and set it into a bowl of water on the table.
 
Then he picked up a rubber syringe and announced. “I will need to use this if he has a lot of poop in her rectum. Just fill it with water and squirt a bit up into her bottom to loosen the stuff up.”
 
The girls were, like “Eewww” but they giggled again.
 
“Of course, I’d have to do that in the bathroom,” Donny continued. But she’s pretty clean right now so it won’t be necessary. If she’s really plugged up, I might have to give her an enema, but that’s a lot of work and can get messy.”
 
The three stupid girls were just hanging on his every word like he was the resident medical expert; but he was just reciting the stuff that Lisa had told us earlier at the clinic. I was just glad that Frankie hadn’t come back so it was just girls watching my humiliation. But I was sure that there would be boys observing me in the future, which did nothing for my morale.
 
Finally, it was time for the actual insertion of the suppository. Donny made a big issue of greasing up his finger again and inserting it full length into my rectum. Then he unwrapped the suppository and gently inserted it into me while the girls watched in fascination. When it was all the way in, he took a short plastic stick and poked it up another inch or two. “Don’t want it coming out too soon,” he explained.
 
It didn’t really hurt, but it was an odd sensation having it pushed up inside me and it felt kind of strange having it in there after he pulled the stick out. “It will mostly dissolve on its own in an hour or two,” he explained to the girls. “And when she poops in the morning, all the rest will come out with no problem.”
 
He patted my bottom. “Almost done, little girl. Now we just have to put the ointment on your girl bits.”  Damn, I had forgotten about the vaginal infection.
 
Donny directed me to lie on my back on the coffee table and lift my legs into the air to fully expose my pussy. Debbie and Linda, or course, volunteered to hold my legs up and spread so he had easy access to my girl parts. He made a point of tossing away the glove he had used on my bottom and putting on a new one.
 
“Don’t want to risk cross-contaminating her vagina with the poop from her rectum,” he stated solemnly.
 
“Oh, Donny, you are so smart,” Linda said in an admiring tone.
 
I almost gagged at that, knowing he was just repeating Lisa’s instructions. But, of course, I was (literally) in no position to come back with a smart-ass remark. I may be immature, but I am not totally stupid.
 
Feeling him spreading the ointment around in my vagina was kind of stimulating and kind of creepy at the same time. But it didn’t take long and I was allowed to stand up finally.
 
Donny gave me a big hug and patted my bottom. “You were a very brave little girl, Sandy.” He said. “I am proud of you.”
 
Then I got hugs and pats from Robby, Mummy and the three girls. Robby and I were led upstairs and tucked into bed together. The two girls went home and Mummy, Donny and Donna stayed up for a while and talked. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but it sounded like “grown-up” talk and I started crying a little, thinking that it should be me down there talking grown-up talk with Mummy.
 
Robby hugged me and said, “I know how you feel, Sis, but this is something we have to go through.” So I kind of snuggled up next to him and we went to sleep.
 
It had been a long day.
 
IT’S JUST SO UNFAIR!!
 
 
 

Dr Baker comments.
 
 
 
It was a rough start for you, Sandy, but you managed to make it through it. This has to be the hardest part, getting started on a new regimen. But I doubt if anything you need to go through in the future will be as embarrassing as this day was. Hopefully, the medication will work well for you and you can grow up into a normal young woman in a few years. Just don’t get discouraged if it seems to be taking forever. You will be a better person for it in the long run.
 
 
 
Paul Baker, MD