The True Path Chapters 11 and 12

By Red Rover

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Copyright 2013 by Red Rover, all rights reserved

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  THE TRUE PATH
 
 
 
Major Characters
 
Hamilton Family: Fred (43) –electrician, Carol (41) – beautician. Children: Debbie (17), Eric (Ricky) (15) and Eddie (12)
 
Radcliffe Family: Jack (44) - Chief Constable, Edna (42) - Nurse practitioner. Children: Mark (17), Connie (15), Harry (12)
 
Martell Family: Marie (38) -- Cashier (widowed) Children: Jimmy (18), (Roxanne (13)
 
Warren Family Richard (51) -- Judge, Harriet (46) Lawyer. Children: Leslie (17), Bobbie (11), David (9)
 
 
 
Chapter 11
 
 
 
The adults sat around the living room, munching on goodies and sipping their coffee. But everybody’s mind was pre-occupied with Judge Warren’s proposal. A good twenty minutes passed in silence as everybody was deep in thought, mulling over the plusses and minuses. Finally, Fred broke the silence. “You know, I can’t really see anything wrong with Richard’s scheme. All of our kids will be well cared for and they will be seeing each other on a regular basis. And when Carol is better, she can come back and ease her way back into the family again.”
 
Edna nodded. “She is welcome to stay with us as long as she wants to. That way she can see her kids without being responsible for them. We’ll set up a bedroom for the two of you, Fred – or separate bedrooms if your guys prefer it that way.”
 
Jack beamed approval. “Yes, you guys are always welcome here for as long as you want to stay. In fact, we should probably put your house up for rent until you are all back together. So, Harriet, can you see any legal obstacles here or any reason anybody would try to interfere?’
 
Harriet laughed. “I can handle all the legal ramifications As for interference, we’ve got a lawyer, the District Judge, the Chief Constable, a pediatric nurse-practitioner and the Chief Elder of the church. Who the hell is going to take us on?”
 
Everybody laughed. “I don’t think anybody within 300 miles could do anything against that combination,” Edna chuckled.
 
Eric chimed in. “It looks like we are all agreed, but we should get input from the kids as well. They will be the ones most affected.”
 
“Good point,” Jack said. “Mark, why don’t you go get the younger kids and bring them up here. Bring the milk and cookies as well.”
 
Mark and Eric jumped up and left the room. In a few minutes they were back with the three naked girls and the four young boys. They set the milk and cookies on the coffee table so that everybody could continue with their refreshments.
 
Leslie came over to Eric’s chair. “Can I sit in your lap, Eric? I have a feeling I am going to be over it fairly often in the next couple months, so I’d like to start off with a snuggle.”
 
Eric smiled and patted her bottom, “Sure thing, little one, you are always welcome here.” When the girl was settled in, he gave her a big hug and kept his arm protectively around her waist. She smiled and sighed contentedly. Leslie was the oldest of the three girls, but also the smallest, so it seemed quite natural for her to be cuddled by the younger, but larger teen.
 
Debbie promptly plunked herself down in Mark’s lap and received the same pats and cuddles. Connie, not finding an available boy, climbed up on Jack’s lap and smiled happily. The four boys sprawled on the floor and continued eating cookies.
 
Judge Warren then explained his proposal to the younger children and asked for their opinions. All of the children were enthusiastic about the new adventure. Debbie summed it up for the girls, “Wow, I get two new sisters and a new big brother and no little boys underfoot. Great!”
 
Harry was equally enthusiastic. “Three brothers and no big sisters to boss us around. I love it.”
 
“OK, let’s go for it,” Jack said. “All the parents report to my office to sign the paperwork. Mark and Eric, try to keep the kids from destroying the living room while we are gone.”
 
As the adults left the room, Leslie squirmed around in Eric’s lap, grabbed both ears and kissed him firmly on the lips. “Now you’ve got me, big brother and I’m not letting you go,” she exclaimed enthusiastically.
 
The other three teens chortled. “I think Leslie has been trying to get Eric in that position for years,” Mark said with a grin. Now she has him right where she wants him.”
 
Debbie turned and gave Mark a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “She’s not the only one that got what she wants,” she said.
 
Connie feigned disgust. “You girls know that these boys will be paddling your bare asses on a regular basis for the next two months, don’t you?”
 
Leslie stuck out her tongue. “Jealous, little sister? I can think of a lot worse things than having Eric smacking my bottom. Besides, the cuddles afterwards will be worth a little pain. OUCH!”
 
The last remark came as Eric gave her a smart slap on her thigh. Everybody laughed again while Leslie pretended to pout.
 
Judge Warren came back into the room again. “There is one more matter that I need Mark and Eric for. Come on into the office with me.”
 
The two boys followed him into the office where he handed each a legal document. “This is your certification of majority,” he explained.
 
The boys looked puzzled. “This document makes you both legal adults for all practical purposes. It will allow you to be in loco parentis for the girls. That means you can exercise parental authority over them if none of their parents is present. Marks effective date is immediate since he is 17. Eric’s will not be effective for three days, when he turns 16.”
 
Eric was stunned. “Wow, I never expected this. I hope I don’t screw it up.”
 
Mark laughed. “Don’t worry you won’t screw it up. And if you do, I’ll kick your ass all the way to Edmonton.”
 
All the adults gathered around and took turns hugging and patting the backs of the two newly designated men. Edna was in tears of joy and Jack and Fred had visible moisture in their eyes as well.
 
The Warrens beamed. “Canada could use a few million more young men like you two,” the judge declared. “I am very proud of you both and I know you will take good care of my little girl. Now let’s share the good news with the children.”
 
Everybody went back into the living room and the judge announced the news. Mark and Eric were soundly kissed and hugged by all three girls and got solemn handshakes from the four boys.
 
Edna laughed. “I’d like to take a picture of this, but the girls aren’t dressed for it.”
 
That got a big laugh and three stuck out tongues from the girls. “Well we can pose anyway, “Mark said. So the five lined up with Connie in the middle, Mark on her left, with Debbie on his left. Eric was to Connie’s right, with Leslie on his right. Everybody had their arms around each other’s waist and stood as close together as possible.
 
Finally, Edna said, “To hell with it,” took out her camera and snapped a series of pictures. Then the four boys wanted in on the pictures so they kneeled in front of the teens for another set of snaps.
 
Jack laughed. “Well those will have to go into the private family albums for a few years until the kids all grow up.”
 
The three girls blushed, but were still smiling broadly.
 
Jack looked enormously pleased with himself. “I guess the next step is to get Eddie and Harry packed up for the trip to the Warren house. Shouldn’t be much problem for Eddie, he just barely got unpacked. But Harry is going to have o make some decisions.” He looked at the judge. “Did Leslie bring her stuff over or will you have o go back for it.”
 
Harriet laughed. “Richard was so sure you’d all go along with the scheme that he had Leslie pack her stuff right away. It’s in the car trunk right now.”
 
“Great,” Eric said. “Mark and I will get it out and bring it up to her new room. I don’t think Leslie wants to spend too much time outdoors displaying her charms.”
 
Leslie giggled. “Well, you guys have all seen my charms anyway and you’ll get plenty more chances over the next three months. By the time school starts, you’ll be bored with it.”
 
Mark pinched her bottom and she yelped. “Little girl, the day I get bored with your cute little body will be the day they toss dirt over me. Now, you girls find a room for Leslie while we haul her trash up to the bedrooms.”
 
The girls and young boys all scampered up the stairs while Mark and Eric unloaded the Warren’s car.
 
Edna called after the boys. “Harry, you don’t need to pack all your worldly goods. Just enough to last you a week or so. You can come back for the rest later.”
 
Soon, the two young men trudged up the stairs carrying four heavy suitcases. “For a girl who’s going naked for three months, you sure have a lot of junk here,” Eric remarked.
 
Leslie blushed. “Well I still need stuff for school. You’re not going to make us go to school naked, are you?”
 
“Of course not,” Mark replied. “Province rules require that school kids be fully dressed at all times except gym and swimming. But there is a special school uniform for girls on Bare Days. Mom will take you and Debbie shopping for school clothes later in the week.”
 
Debbie looked worried. “So all the kids will know we are on Bare Days, even though we’re not actually bare?”
 
“Not exactly,” Mark responded. “It’ a punishment uniform but it doesn’t necessarily mean you are on Bare Days. Girls on school punishment wear it too, you must have seen it on other girls.”
 
“Oh, you mean the Naughty Girl uniform,” Debbie exclaimed. “The pink blouse with the big red bow around the neck and the short red and white paid skirt.”
 
“Good Lord, I’ve seen girls wearing that!” Leslie said despondently. “I’d almost rather be naked. It makes a teenager look like an eight year old.”
 
Mark and Eric left the girls to unpack Leslie’s stuff, and went to check on the boys. Eddie was already packed, but Harry was hesitating over some of his choices. Finally he made a selection and filled his two suitcases. Each of the boys carried one down to the first floor and out to the Warrens’ Volvo.
 
Soon it was time for dinner. The families all gathered around the huge dining room table, which the girls had already set. Then it was Eric and Mark’s turn to help Mrs. Anderson carry the heavier dishes in from the kitchen. Mrs. Anderson looked at the three naked girls and said gruffly, “Now you girls sit up straight while you eat. I don’t want you dipping a nipple into the hot soup!”
 
The three girls blushed furiously while everybody else laughed.
 
After dinner the Warrens rounded up their new boys and headed home. There was, of course, a dramatic scene where the six boys, three girls and five parents said their mutual goodbyes as the two new families separated. Fortunately, the Radcliff mansion was in an isolated area, so no passersby noticed the three naked girls scampering around the car park.
 
Fred Hamilton was about to enter his own car when Edna stopped him. “You’ve had one long drive today already, Fred. Why don’t you stay over with us and go back to Calgary in the morning?”
 
Mark piped up, “Yes, Uncle Fred, stay on over and have breakfast with us before you go. Besides, if you go now, you will miss watching Eric spank Leslie tonight!”
 
Leslie promptly stuck out her tongue at Mark and was rewarded by a smack on the bare bottom from Eric. “Well that’s my evening spanking out of the way, I guess. Wasn’t too bad.”
 
Eric laughed. “Sorry, Babygirl, you’ve got a lot more coming. You’ll go to bed on a nice pink bottom.”
 
Debbie protested, “Hey, I thought I was ‘Babygirl.’ How come this little brat gets to be ‘Babygirl,’ too?”
 
That, of course, got her smacks from both Eric and Mark.
 
Connie sniffed. “Well you two can settle it between yourselves. I am MUCH more mature than you two, so obviously, I won’t be ‘Babygirl.”
 
That got her swatted by both boys and both girls. The adults smiled at the byplay. This was a family already and they were delighted by the mock bickering.
 
The family repaired to the living room where Leslie plopped into Eric’s lap and Debbie into Mark’s. Both sighed contented and were rewarded with affectionate pats and stroking. Connie walked over to Fred’s chair. “We seem to be short a boy, Uncle Fred,” she said charmingly. “Is there room in your lap for a nude little girl?”
 
“Of course, Babygirl,” Fred replied warmly, “There here is always room in my lap for a good little girl, nude or not.”
 
The family sat back, relaxed and talked for over two hours, discussing the events of the day and future plans. Suddenly Jack looked at his watch. “Good grief,” he exclaimed “It’s after 10 O’clock and some of us have to work in the morning.”
 
“And don’t forget Leslie’s evening spanking,” Edna reminded everybody.
 
“Rats,” said Leslie. “I was hoping everybody would forget that.” But she didn’t sound overly disappointed.
 
“Don’t worry, Babygirl,” Eric said teasingly, “I would have remembered. Now go get a straight chair from the dining room.” He pinched her thigh and Leslie squeaked and dashed off into the dining room, barely avoiding a smack from Mark on the way.
 
“Eric, do you want me to get a paddle or hairbrush, or something stingier?” Connie asked mischievously.
 
Eric chuckled. “I appreciate your desire to help, Connie, and I’m sure Leslie does too, but I think a simple hand spanking will do for tonight.”
 
Leslie came back in with the sturdy dining room chair and glared at Connie. “Thanks a lot, little sister. I’ll try to be helpful like that when it’s your turn to go over somebody’s lap.”
 
Eric set the chair in a central location where everybody would have a good view of the proceedings. He sat down and beckoned Leslie to get over his lap. Leslie complied with an odd mixture of apprehension and anticipation on her face. She was dreading the spanking on one level, but excited and aroused on another level because it would be ERIC whose firm hand would be on her bare bottom.
 
Eric began the spanking slowly, spreading the spanks around so they covered all the girl’s bottom. When the whole bottom reached a nice shade of pink, he increased the intensity and frequency of the spanks.
 
Leslie was quite at first, letting u an occasional yelp, but as her bottom got redder, the yelps increased in pitch and volume and turned into moans and muffled sobs. After a couple of minutes, her bottom was on fire and she was squirming, kicking her bare legs in the air, yelping , bawling and finally howling as the pain got to be overwhelming. Finally, she was reduced to lying imply across Eric’s lap, crying and whimpering and promising to be “the bestest little girl in the world.”
 
At that point, Eric stopped spanking and gently rubbed her sore bottom to ease away some of the burn. When she had gotten herself back under control, he helped her stand up and wiped away the tears and snot from her reddened face. “OK, baby, it’s all over now. You were a very brave little girl.” He kissed her gently on the forehead and sent her of to show her red bottom to the rest of the family.
 
Everybody rubbed and patted her flaming bottom gently and gave her a hug of forgiveness. She made the rounds and came back to Eric, who took her in his arms and gave her a tender hug, stroking her hair and rubbing her back as she cried into his shoulder. When her tears were done, he guided her toward the stairs. OK, Babygirl,” he said softly, “Go take your bath and get ready for bed. I’ll be up in a while to rub some soothing cream into your bottom, OK, little one?”
 
Leslie nodded and started toward the stairway. Then she stopped and turned back around. “Eric, can you give me my bath, rub my bottom and tuck me into bed tonight?”
 
“Honey, you can take a bath by yourself, can’t you?” Eric asked in a puzzled tone.
 
“Of course,” she said. “But it would feel much more snuggly and warm if you gave me my bath and put me to bed like a good daddy. Right now I am feeling about six years old and I need comforting.”
 
“Absolutely, little one,” Eric responded warmly. “If it makes you feel better, that’s what matters. And I think I’d like it too.”
 
Putting his arm around her shoulders, he guided her up the stairs to the third floor.
 
The rest of the family sat almost stunned at the last exchange between Eric and Leslie. Finally Fred spoke. “I’m really proud of that boy, He’s going to make a great father some day.”
 
“Someday, Hell, “Jack responded. “He already is a better father than most of the ones I see around town. And he is just exactly what that girl needs.”
 
Everybody nodded. “You know, it’s funny,” Debbie said thoughtfully. “Up until last week I sometimes thought of him as a little brother and sometimes as a big brother. But looking back at it, I realize that he was always there to rescue me when I needed it and to smack my butt when I needed THAT. And now he’s got a new sister/daughter and I think it’s great for both of them.”
 
She looked up at Mark and kissed him softly on the cheek. “How about you, Mark, are you ready for a new sister/daughter, too?”
 
Mark looked serious. “I don’t know if I am as smart or mature as Eric, but I’m willing to give it a shot. Now you and Connie get your little pink bottoms up stairs to bed before I decide to do a repeat performance of Eric’s masterpiece.”
 
Everybody laughed and the group dispersed.
 
Upstairs in the bathroom, Eric began drawing the water in the big bathtub in the boys bathroom. “OK, baby,” He told Leslie, “Get the water temperature the way you like it. I am going to go put on some shorts. I haven’t bathed anybody since Eddie was five and if you splash as much as he did, I’ll get soaked.”
 
Leslie giggled. “Just for that I’ll be sure to splash more than normal. But hurry back. After all I am a naked little girl in a strange house and there might be monsters around somewhere. At least there are in the movies.”
 
Eric grinned. “You watch too many slasher movies, pumpkin. But if you see somebody in a hockey mask, feel free to scream for your teenage hero to rescue you.”
 
In a few minutes the tub was full and Eric was back in his shorts with an armload of towels and one hand behind his back. He put down the towels, helped Leslie into the tub and tossed a small pink object into the tub with her. She squeaked a bit then saw what it was. “A rubber Ducky,” she chortled. “Where on earth did you find that?”
 
“In the towel closet,” Eric replied with a silly grin. “It must have belonged to Bobby or Connie when they were little. I thought you might like something to play with while I scrub you down.”
 
“But it’s pink,” she said. “I thought rubber Duckies were always yellow.”
 
Eric shrugged. “Maybe Connie wanted a pink one because she’s a girl. Now close your eyes so I can wash your hair and face. Don’t want to get soap in your eyes. I think this is baby shampoo, but I’m not sure.”
 
Leslie giggled again but lay back obediently with her eyes closed while Eric washed her hair and face and then scrubbed her neck and shoulders. Then he proceeded downward, being careful to was every part of the front of her body. Then he held her legs up one at a time and scrubbed her thighs, legs and feet. The intimate body contact was stimulating to both teens and they were soon aware of warmth that had nothing to do with the temperature of the bathwater. Finally, Eric had her stand up in the tub as he washed her back, bottom and private parts.
 
After a quick rinse, Eric helped the girl out of the tub and enveloped her in an enormous fluffy towel. He then proceeded to rub her dry and handed her a smaller towel for her hair. He then carefully inspected her from head to toe and nodded approval. “Ah, yes, we have a very squeaky clean little girl now. And a very pretty one at that.”
 
 Leslie then blushed from head to toe, something that Eric had never seen before. He liked it. “I think I saw a hair dryer in the other bathroom.” He said. Why don’t we go down there and you can dry your hair while I take a quick shower. I’m sure the other kids will be up soon and will need the bathrooms.”
 
Eric took his shower and changed into his pajamas while Leslie dried her hair. She had a short haircut for the summer so it didn’t take long. Then she lay on her tummy on her bed while Eric rubbed some aloe cream into her still very warm bottom. Leslie sighed in contentment, and not just from the aloe cream.
 
Eric sat her up and hugged her. “Feeling better now, little one?” he asked.
 
Oh, yes,“ She sighed. “You’re the bestest daddy in the whole world.”
 
Eric smiled benevolently and turned down the sheets. “Time for good little girls to be in bed,” he said. “Lots of exciting stuff coming up tomorrow.”
 
He pulled the sheets up to her shoulders and tucked them in. “Good night Babygirl.”
 
He bent over, kissed her on the forehead, turned out the light and tiptoed out of the room. The exhausted girl was fast asleep by the time the door closed behind him.
 
 
 
End of Chapter 11
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter 12
 
 
 
Breakfast was at seven AM in the Radcliffe household, and nobody slept in except on weekends. The conversation was mostly about family job assignments or, as Jack called it, the "Duty Roster." Keeping up a huge house without servants meant that every family member had to pitch in. It had been agreed that Eric and Mark, although designated as adults, would do their share of the duties along with the other kids. Connie had been designated as the keeper of the Roster and she maintained it on her computer. Mrs. Radcliffe, of course, made the final decisions where any disputes arose. Actually, with five young people doing the work, the average workload would be lighter than it had been when only the three Radcliffe children were doing all the work.
 
 
 
After breakfast, Mark, Eric, and the three girls went downstairs to the Game room for the girls' morning spankings. Mark had set up a large straight chair in the center of the room. "This is better than the armchairs in the living room for spankings," he explained. "You can sit up straighter, get a better grip on the girl and not risk having her fall off or bang her head on something."
 
Eric nodded approvingly, but Connie snorted. "Gee, I am so glad you guys are so concerned about our welfare."
 
They tossed a coin to see who would go first and Eric won. As he seated himself in the chair, he noted that Edna had come quietly down the stairs and seated herself in a chair along the wall. She smiled and nodded but said nothing,
 
Eric cleared his throat, "OK, Leslie, get the paddle."
 
Leslie started. "The paddle? But I thought this was supposed to be a hand spanking."
 
 
 
"Spanker chooses the implement, Leslie, that's the rule,” Mark stated firmly.
 
""If you don't want the paddle, then go get the hairbrush," Eric responded.
 
"No, no, the paddle will be just fine, " Leslie hastily retreated. She dashed across the room and retrieved the paddle. The Hamilton kids had been quick to note that almost every room in the Radcliffe home, including the kids' bathrooms, boasted a paddle and a hairbrush mounted on the wall near a door. Leslie walked back to the big chair and stood at attention beside it. Eric reached out his hand and she placed the paddle in it and carefully climbed over his lap. When she was settled, Eric grasped her around the waist to hold her in place. Leslie was a small girl, her hands didn’t touch the floor on one side and her feet barely reached the floor on the other end.
 
Eric took careful aim and brought the paddle down with a sharp CRACK on the center of her right bottom cheek. Leslie gasped and her legs twitched, but she said nothing. He continued spanking his new sister slowly and thoroughly, moving from cheek to cheek, covering the tops of her thighs and especially the sit spots, which made Leslie yelp louder. She wriggled her bottom and kicked her legs increasingly as the spanking continued and the tears began to flow after about two dozen spanks. Shortly afterwards, the tears gave way to rasping sobs, the squirming intensified and the leg kicks became more frequent and violent. When her body shuddered and went limp on his lap and she was bawling loudly. Eric eased off on the strength and frequency of the spanks and finally laid the paddle down by the chair. Gently rubbing her back and bottom, he let the red-bottomed girl cry herself out.
 
When she had regained some composure, she asked respectfully, "May I get up Sir?"
 
"Certainly," Eric said. He helped her sit up on his lap. Leslie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. Eric patted her bottom and returned the kiss. He guided her off his lap and onto her feet beside him. She picked up the paddle and awaited instructions.
 
"Go ahead and put the paddle back," he said approvingly. "You did very well."
 
"Thank you, Sir,” Leslie smiled, somewhat ruefully. "I've had a lot of practice."
 
She returned the paddle to its place, came back and hugged both boys, Debbie Connie and Edna, in turn.
 
Edna was pleased. "You gave a very good spanking, Eric. Not too hard and not too easy, but entirely appropriate for the situation. And Leslie, you took it very well. But you have to get over the habit of protesting after the decision is made. Eric was very patient, but he could very well have sent you for the hairbrush instead of giving you another chance."
 
Leslie nodded. "I know, my mouth is ten seconds ahead of my brain half the time."
 
Eric had vacated the spanker's chair and was sitting in an armchair next to Edna. Leslie walked over and stood beside his chair, "Could you rub my bottom some more, Sir?," she asked.in a very meek voice. "It still hurts real bad."
 
Eric smiled and took her over his lap again, this time for a soothing rub. Leslie sighed happily and relaxed.
 
Mark sat down in the spanker's chair and smoothed out his lap "OK, Debbie, hop on."
 
As Debbie climbed onto Mark's lap and positioned her bare bottom for her spanking, Leslie's eyes shot open. "Oh, great," she sulked, "SHE gets a hand spanking and I get the paddle."
 
Eric turned Leslie over on his lap, lifted one leg and delivered a stinging smack to the previously untouched inner thigh. "YEEEOOOUUUCH," she yelped.
 
He turned her bottom side up before she could react and delivered another sharp smack to her sit spot. "That's twice that you have indicated that you wanted a hand spanking. Maybe I should give you one right now," he threatened.
 
"Not AFTER the paddling, you...," Leslie almost bit her tongue off. "I mean, I mean, I mean, I LOVED my paddling! It was WONDERFUL! JUST what I needed! Thank you, thank you, my wonderful new brother for giving me such a nice paddling. I am so happy, I am just babbling meaninglessly. Don't pay any attention to anything I say. Just keep rubbing my bottom and we will all watch Mark spank Debbie."
 
The room broke up in laughter. Edna, Connie, Mark and Eric laughed so hard tears came to their eyes. Even Debbie, her bare bottom about to receive its own spanking, was giggling so hard she almost fell off Mark's lap.
 
After wiping his eyes and repositioning Debbie on his lap, Mark began the spanking with a brisk flurry of medium-level spanks that covered her bottom and thighs with a mild pink glow. He stopped momentarily to do a quick scan. There seemed to be no serious bruises and no potential bleeding areas along the path of the old wheals. Debbie's epidermis seemed to be blessed with a very rapid recovery capability. This, of course, would serve her in good stead over the next few weeks.
 
Satisfied that he would do no harm, Mark spanked Debbie's bare bottom and thighs with steady, firm strokes, harder than he had spanked her the previous night, but certainly not with his full strength. Debbie emitted a few squeaks and squeals but remained calm for the first thirty or so smacks. After that, however, the sting began to build up as Mark's strong arm and large hand continued to descend, the tears came and then the hiccups. Her legs jerked and kicked fitfully and finally she was limp and bawling.
 
Mark let Debbie rest across his lap for several minutes, rubbing her hot red bottom. Leslie, in the meantime, had her eyes closed and was almost purring on Eric's lap as his soothing hands rubbed away the pain in her bottom and thighs.
 
Edna stood up and smiled. "You boys are doing a fine job. And you girls are taking it very well. I am proud of all of you. Girls, meet me in the clinic in twenty minutes after you wash your faces and go to the potty." She kissed the two boys on the cheek, patted the girls on their bottoms and went upstairs.
 
Mark and Eric released their sisters and stood up. The two of them would spend the morning moving computers, TV's and other stuff from the Hamilton house to the Radcliffe mansion. The two older girls would help Edna in her clinic and Connie would clean up after breakfast and prepare lunch.
 
Jack and Fred were pleased at how well Eric and Mark were taking control of the household. The four sat around for a few minutes, talking guy talk and then Fred got up to go. “Time to hit the road,” he said. “I want to be with Carol as much as I can. You guys have things well under control here.”
 
Jack and the boys walked him out to his car and shook hands. Edna and the three girls came out for hugs, kisses and a few bottom pats.
 
It was just shortly after eight when Debbie and Leslie reported to Edna's clinic in the back of the mansion. Debbie was apprehensive. "Won't your patients be surprised at finding two bare-bottomed girls working in the clinic she asked?"
 
 
 
"Not at all,” Edna smiled. "Most of them have already seen Connie on her Bare Days, though it hasn’t happened often lately. All of my patients are True Path members. They are scheduled through the TP Health Plan and the Plan does the government paperwork. And I don't take walk-ins, so I know just who will show up every day. Most of my work is Well Baby care, routine physicals, immunizations and follow ups to hospital procedures. Sometimes I have to go to the hospital to help in emergencies, but I couldn't take you girls there anyway.
 
The girls busied themselves for the next four hours in the clinic, filling out forms, helping with dressing and undressing, fetching and carrying and all the little things that need to be done at a medical clinic. By noon they were pretty well exhausted. Nobody had made any comments about the bare-bottoms on the two girls, except for one bratty nine-year old boy who was rewarded by a few sharp swats on HIS bare bottom by his mother. Both girls, however, were relieved that no high-school aged boys had been included in the morning patient load.
 
“I’m glad we didn’t have any high school kids today,” Leslie commented. “That would really suck.”
 
“God, yes,” Debbie shuddered. “Can you imagine what that little creep, Jimmie Renwick would say if he saw our bare bottoms – especially right after a spanking?”
 
“Or worse yet, Darlene Haskell,” Leslie shuddered. “She’s so full of herself, you’d think she pooped diamonds. If she knew we’d been spanked she would never let us let it down.”
 
“Well, all the kids are going to know after school starts,” Debbie reminded her. We’ll be in those stupid Naughty Girl uniforms for the next three months – maybe longer for me.”
 
Leslie sighed. “Well, there goes our social life.”
 
Debbie giggled. “Social life? This is Cardigan, Alberta, not Vancouver or Edmonton. We’re not going to be missing much.”
 
Connie had outdone herself and an excellent lunch was on the table for her mother and the other kids. Debbie hoped that she would be able to do as well when it was her turn. When lunch was over, Edna announced the plan for the afternoon.
 
You girls will clean up after lunch and then Mark and Eric will take Debbie and Leslie over to Kids World to get some school uniforms for them. I only have one patient after lunch and it’s a school physical for a 13-year old boy. Connie can help me with that. I don’t think Debbie and Leslie will want to be seen in the bare by a teenage boy. After that, I will be in the office doing paperwork until five. Mrs.
Anderson is off for the next two days, so we are on our own in the kitchen.
 
“We were talking about that earlier,” Debbie said. “What happens if you have a high school boy while we are still bare?”
 
Edna looked thoughtful. “Well I’ll try to avoid it, but it’s going to happen sooner or later. You’re going to be bare everywhere except school and church, so people are going to be seeing you. It’s part of the punishment.”
 
Connie snorted. “You’re going to have Mark and Eric take the girls over to get clothes?” She asked derisively. “Boys have no taste in clothes.”
 
Debbie and Leslie look unhappy at first, but then Leslie brightened. “I am sure that Eric will take very good care of me. It’s not like he’s not going to be seeing my bottom every day for three months.”
 
Debbie giggled, “And spanking it too.” she chortled.
 
Mark smacked her already red bottom and she yelped. “And he’s not the only one who is going to be spanking bottoms around here.”
 
Edna smiled. “I gave the boys a detailed set of instructions and I am sure the girls at the store will know exactly what you two will need. So get upstairs and put on your socks and Hush Puppies.”
 
The two girls got the “deer-in-the–headlights” look. “You mean we’re going SHOPPING in the bare?” Debbie wailed.
 
Edna nodded, “Exactly, that’s what Bare Days are all about. You go bare everywhere except church and school.”
 
“But, but, but everybody will SEE us.” Leslie wailed.
 
“Yes, they will.” Edna replied sternly. “And if you give the boys any trouble, they will be happy to put some more color into your bottoms. That should be entertaining for the spectators.”
 
“No, no, no,” Debbie stammered, visualizing getting her bare bottom spanked in public. “We’ll be VERY good, won’t we Leslie?”
 
“Oh, yes,” Leslie chirped. “Very, very, VERY good. Perfect little angels, that’s us. Yep, yep yep.”
 
“In that case, I guess we won’t need to bring the hairbrushes,” Eric said mock-seriously.
 
“No problem, there’s one in the car,” Mark said. “Mom and Dad keep one in each car for “emergencies.”
 
“OK, let’s get the show on the road,” Edna said. I have a 13 year old boy in his underwear in the clinic. I hope Connie hasn’t molested him yet. Mark has the credit card for the uniforms. And, Mark, fill up the car on your way back, OK?”
 
“No problem,” Mark said, “Now you girls scoot on upstairs and get your shoes and socks on.”
 
“Yes, Master,” Leslie said solemnly, dodging a swat from Eric. But both girls scampered quickly up the stairs.
 
The trip to the mall was uneventful. Mark brought the car up to the Kids World entrance and let Eric and the girls out to minimize their exposure while he hunted for a parking space. Eric let the girls go into the bathroom while they waited for Mark. Then the four teens walked into the store, to the approving eyes of a number of kids and parents. Debbie and Leslie blushed all over at first, but soon settled down and tried to be nonchalant about their state of undress.
 
When they reached the Uniform Department, however, the girls’ morale took a nose dive. One of the sales girls was Irene Mallory, a classmate of both girls. It was too late to back out so, nudged gently by Mark and Eric, the two girls entered the uniform section. But Irene was casual about the whole matter.
 
“Hi Deb. Hi Les,” She chirped. “I heard you guys were in trouble. I guess you’re here to buy some naughty girl clothes, eh?”
 
Debbie and Leslie relaxed slightly. “Yeah, we messed up big-time,” Leslie sighed. “We’re both staying at the Radcliffe house for a few months while this all gets worked out. You know Mark,, of course, and this is Eric Hamilton , Debbie’s brother.”
 
Irene giggled. “So the Constable has you in jail and these guys are your guards, eh? Well they look strong enough to keep you both well in hand.”
 
Debbie giggled in spite of herself, “No doubt about that. And I can assure you they both have strong arms.”
 
Irene nodded. “Not surprising. My brother Carl kept my bottom warm when I got in trouble last year, so I know what you girls are going through. He’s off at University now, but I’m not pressing my luck with Dad. So let’s go into the back room and I’ll show you what we’ve got in the way of prison uniforms. “
 
Grateful to be out of the public eye, the four teens followed Irene into the more private naughty girl room. “So where do you want to start,” Irene asked.
 
“We might as well start out with the bras,” Eric said. “We want something white, with good support but no padding or shaping.”
 
Irene raised her eyebrows. “We don’t have a lot of boys buying underwear for girls here. None of my business, but are you girls OK with this?”
 
Leslie snuggled up to Eric, who put his arm protectively over her shoulder. “The situation is that Eric is in charge of all of us,” she said, with a hint of pride in her voice. “Whatever he says, is what we want.”
 
Debbie chimed in, “Yes, Eric is the boss and we all like it that way.” Mark nodded in support.
 
Irene nodded and looked at Eric with respect. “Hey, I’m good with that. Mom always tells me I need a man to guide me with a firm hand.”
 
Leslie rubber her still slightly pink bottom. “Eric has a VERY firm hand, I can assure you.”
 
Everybody laughed and they got down to business selecting bras that met Eric and Mark’s approval along with their own. Then it came to panties.
 
“Ok, girls, you know that the school requires panties that leave almost all of your bottom exposed, eh? I have a couple of styles here you could try on and see which are more comfortable.”
 
The girls tried on the panties, which indeed, left their bottom cheeks fully exposed. They showed them to the boys. “I can’t believe they want us to wear these,” Debbie complained. “If we bend over, everybody will see our bare bottoms.”
 
“Yes,” Leslie agreed unhappily. “Worse yet they can see if we’ve been spanked recently, too.”
 
“I agree,” Eric said. “If it was up to me, you’d we regular panties. After all, it’s not much trouble to pull them down for a spanking. But for now, just find the type that is most comfortable. I’ll go see the principal after school starts and see if I can get you into bikini panties at least.”
 
Irene looked impressed. “You’re living with the Constable, you’re spanking your older sister, the Judge’s daughter and now you’re going to negotiate the dress code with the principal, eh? Too bad you’re already taken. I guess I missed my big chance.”
 
Eric and Leslie both blushed at that. Debbie and Mark laughed. “You noticed it too, eh?” Mark said smugly.
 
The girls tried on several styles and finally settled on one that seemed most comfortable. “Let’s just buy five pairs now,” Eric said. “We can come back for more if the principal won’t budge on the rules.”
 
Blouses were no problem. Each girl selected several that they lied, all, of course, were pink or white with pink stripes, but they did have a few styling differences. But the big problem was the skirts.
 
“These are much too short,” Debbie said. “You can see my whole bottom if I bend over and we’ll be on full display going up stairs.”
 
Irene frowned. “Tell me about it, I had to wear them for three weeks last year and the kids could see every pimple on my bottom. But that’s the rule, and I can’t do anything about it. These are supposed to be for punishment. If I sold you something longer, I’d get fired.”
 
“It wouldn’t be so bad if they were more close fitting,” Leslie said. “But these are like cheerleader skirts, the way they flare out when you move. At least cheerleaders get to wear opaque panties under them.”
 
The boys hugged and patted the girls as Irene watched in sympathy. “Right now, we have to go along with the rules, kids,” Mark said. “But we’ll make sure you don’t get teased or molested in school.”
 
“And last, but not least, the hair bows,” Irene said sympathetically. “For some girls, this is the worst. You have to wear this bright red bow in your hair and your hair has to be in either a ponytail or in pigtails, also tied with red ribbons.”
 
Leslie had tears in her eyes. “In this getup, we are going to look like giant six-year olds. I’d almost rather go naked to school. At least when I am naked I look like a teenager.”
 
Eric sat down, pulled Leslie onto his lap and cuddled her until she stopped crying. “It’s OK, Babygirl,” he whispered. “We’re going to get through this together. You know I’ll be here for you whenever you need me.”
 
Leslie smiled wanly and kissed him on the cheek. “I know, big brother. I am lucky to have you watching out for me.”
 
Irene wrapped all the clothing, since the girls couldn’t wear them home on a non-school day. Mark paid with the Constable’s credit card and whistled at the total. “Looks like beans and franks the rest of the month for us.”
 
Debbie giggled. “I hope not. You don’t want to be around when I am walking around bare-bottomed after a diet of beans and franks.”
 
The others laughed. “Good point,” Mark said. Rule #23 - No beans on Bare Days.”
 
The four teens carried their packages out of the store and the girls sat down on a bench, happy to be able to hold the packages on their laps and conceal at least their most private parts from public view.
 
“OK, I’ll go get the car.” Mark said. “You guard the girls and make sure they don’t run off with any sailors.”
 
Both girls stuck out their tongues at Mark. “Sailors?” Leslie chortled. “Where the Hell will we find sailors in the middle of Alberta?”
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
End of Chapter 12
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

   
(The End)