Room, Board and Hairbrush 3

By Red Rover

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Copyright 2017 by Red Rover, all rights reserved

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 Principal Characters:
 
Tracy Carter (narrator) - age 25, first year grad student at Farkel University, Resident at Mrs. Hudson's boarding house.
 
Carlotta Hudson - age 47, widowed, former schoolteacher. Children: Rita (19) and Greg (18)
Boarding House Residents: Darlene Carmody (31), Amanda Parsons (29). Terri Melville (26), Christine Norris (30), Naomi Silverman (22),
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Part Three
 
When the three girls had finished emptying their bladders, Rita handed me a wet, soapy washcloth. "Go ahead and wash off Amanda; I'll do the other two."
 
I took the washcloth and directed Amanda to spread her legs. She gritted her teeth and gave me a look that should have frozen me stiff, but I wasn't about to pay her any attention. I am not stupid; it was not at all unclear who mattered in the Hudson household.  Mrs. Hudson mattered and so did Rita and Greg. Amanda, Terri and Christine did not. And if I sucked up to Rita, I would have a little bit of power and save my tender little bottom from a whole lot of pain.
 
So, I gave Amanda's girl parts a good thorough washing, maybe scrubbing a bit harder than was really necessary. Amanda squealed a few times and Rita looked over at us and nodded approval. Then I had Amanda turn around, bend over and spread her legs so I could give her perineal area a good hard scrubbing while she whimpered in pain, frustration and humiliation. Nothing brutal, you understand, just the way you might wash behind the ears of a .stubborn little boy about seven years old.
 
When Rita finished doing the same to Terri and Christine, she came over and inspected Amanda. She patted me on the head and ruffled my hair. "Good job, Tracy, I can see that you are going to be Aunt Rita's good little helper."
 
I could see the three older girls close their eyes and grit their teeth in frustration, but I didn't care. They couldn't spank me and Rita could. I have been told I have a cute little bottom and I plan to keep it as unmarked as possible.
 
Rita tossed the washcloths and towels down the laundry chute and smacked Amanda on the bottom. "OK, let's get these naughty children down to the sitting room so we can spank their naughty little bottoms. Oh, and Tracy, put some warm water into a small basin and put a washcloth in with it. Wet bottoms add quite a bit to the sting and I want them to get the full benefit of the treatment."
 
The three girls trudged downstairs, with Rita giving their bottoms an occasional encouraging smack. I followed with the basin. By the time we all got to the sitting room, another boy and girl had joined the waiting group. I began to realize that Mrs. Hudson's boarding house must be a major entertainment spot in the campus area.
 
"Ah, another boy," Rita said with a contented smile. "That makes things much easier. "OK, Amanda, Terri and Christine, each of you grab a dining room chair and bring it in here.  Put them in a row along the west wall, next to the windows and about six feet apart facing the couches."
 
+She addressed the visitors. "These three naughty little girls are get their chubby little bottoms spanked with a hairbrush. I will do the hairbrushing, but we really need to do a warm-up spanking first, so the brush doesn't do too much damage to their tender skin. I would be grateful if you three boys would each take one of the girls and give her a warmup spanking with your hands as a prelude to the main spanking. Volunteers?"
 
All three boys raised their hands and smiled. "Splendid," Rita enthused. "That will make it ever so much easier on me and it will speed up the process, so you guys can have your afternoon free for your planned activities. Are you all right handed?"  Three nods.
 
"Good, let me adjust the chairs."
 
When the chairs were adjusted to her satisfaction, she directed the three boys to sit down. "So, what is your name?" "she asked the newly arrived boy.
 
"Rob Delmar, "  he responded.
 
"OK. Do any of you have any particular preference as to which girl you spank?"
 
Rob said, "I'd rather do Christine, I don't know her as well as the other two."
 
"Fine, Christine, get over Rob's lap. Amanda, get over Jim's lap and Terri, get over Paul's lap."  The girls looked unhappy, but they obeyed.
 
"OK now, get them settled in a comfortable position." The boys shifted the unresisting girl's bodies around until they (the boys) felt comfortable, perhaps doing a little more hands-on than was strictly necessary.
 
 "Everybody comfy?" Three nods from the boys, three whines from the girls.
 
Rita turned to me. "OK, Tracy, get the washcloth soaked and go ahead and wash off their bottoms leaving a nice film of water on the skin. That will make the spanks a little stingier. And during the spankings, keep an eye on the bottom skin and repeat the water treatment as their skin dries out. Boys, be careful not to smack Tracy's hands as she does it. I suggest you start out spanking slowly and gradually increase the tempo and strength of the spankings. What I want is to see three bright red, uniformly colored bottoms. And do the same on the backs of their thighs and don't forget to spread their legs a little and put some heat on their inner thighs. But hold on tight when you do that, they will probably squirm around more."
 
"Disregard any pleading, whining or bawling from the children, they are all babies and will try to convince you that they are being brutalized when it's just a hand spanking like they should have gotten when they were seven or eight years old."
 
So, I went around and dampened each girl's bottom with the washrag, ignoring the muttered threats. Rita sat back with the four girl guests and sipped on a soda as the spankings began.
 
The boys started slowly, but soon warmed to their task and soon their hands were flying fast and furiously as the sounds of hard male palms on soft female bottoms resounded through the room - and probably through the entire house. I kept on the move, swabbing each of the three bottoms so that every spank was rewarded with a loud "Splat."
 
Rita and the girl guests watched with fascination, occasionally giggling, applauding and commenting on a particularly spectacular leg kick or a really high-pitched squeal. The three victims, of course were bawling, squirming, pleading incoherently and otherwise making a magnificent show of themselves.
 
After what seemed to be hours, the boys stopped spanking and started rubbing the girls' bottoms. The girls were, by this time, totally exhausted from the spanking, squirming and bawling and just lay limp over the boys' laps with their eyes closed and panting as they tried to regulate their breathing. Rita got up to inspect their bottoms.
 
"Tracy, would you please get the aloe cream out of the bathroom?"
 
"Yes, Aunt Rita," I responded and scampered off to get the stuff. When I got back the four girl guests had joined Rita in fondling patting and checking the temperature of the three well-spanked girls' bottoms. I gave the aloe cream to Rita and she carefully smeared it over the more heavily damaged regions, instructing the boys to rub it in well. Since it gave them another excuse for fondling the girls' bare bottoms, they were more than happy to comply.
 
"Well, that takes care of the warmup," Rita stated. "Now for the main event. You will receive one hard spank with the hairbrush for each year of your age. That's 30 for Christine, 29 for Amanda and 26 for Terri. We will start with Christine, since she is the oldest. Amanda and Terri, take the other two chairs back into the living room." As the other chairs were removed, Rita reached into the center drawer of the desk that stood in the corner of the sitting room and took out a huge wooden hairbrush.  Christine looked at the heavy brush and started crying all over again.
 
Rita shook her head. "All right Baby cakes, put your chubby little bottom over my knee and I'll give you something to cry about. You know you are going to get thirty strokes with the hairbrush, Right?"
 
"Yes, Miss Rita."
 
SMACK!! - YEOW!!
 
"It's 'Mama Rita', silly child. Try again.
 
SMACK - Owwww!!
 
"Yes, Mama Rita."
 
"Better, now after the first stroke, you will say "One, thank you Mama Rita."
 
"You will repeat that with each additional stroke. If you miscount, two penalty strokes will be added to your total. Do you understand?"
 
"Yes, Mama Rita."
 
SMACK.  "One, thank you, Mama Rita."
 
SMACK  "Two, thank you, Mama Rita."
 
 Christine managed to get through the ordeal with only two errors for a total of thirty-four strokes. Of course, she was bawling her head off and her bottom and thighs were livid with bruises and pale, dry white spots.  As soon as she could stand, I half-carried her over to the couch, put her over my lap and tended the ravaged skin on her bottom and thighs.
 
Amanda made three errors and wound up taking thirty-five strokes. I let Christine up and tended to Amanda while Rita spanked Terri. Terri made only one error and received only twenty-eight strokes. Finally, it was over and the three miscreants were sent off to their rooms for a two-hour nap.
 
The guests went off to do their thing and I helped Rita straighten up the sitting room. When everything was shipshape, she tousled my hair and gave me a hug. "You did real good, little girl. I think we'll get along just great. Now I have a stash of Ben and Jerry's in my personal freezer, shall we celebrate a good morning's work?”
 
"Sounds great," I said enthusiastically.
 
Well I was still a little kid, but things were looking up!
 
TO BE CONTINUED
 
 
 
 
 
 


 


   
   
   
 
 
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