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The following story is fiction; just a fantasy.  It contains scenes of public parental and peer spanking and shaving with the attendant humiliation.  If such subjects are offensive or uninteresting to you or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please stop reading now.  Before you get very upset at the events in this piece, please remember that it is narrated by a twelve year old and they tend to exaggerate frequently.

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The author would appreciate your comments – pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions.

Letters I and II of the story are in this file and Letters III, IV and V are in another.  Some responses to these letters by Lia are in a third file.  John David in Shocked in Swim Class tells about what happens in school after the events described in Letter 1.

Brothers' Red Butts – I & II


Letter 1:

Saturday, February 25

Dear Pen Pal,

This was a week to remember for I got to see both of my brothers' red hot asses and a lot of other parts too.  I got your letter this morning and I'll answer it tomorrow, but I just had to write this first.  Get comfy for this is going to be a super duper read!

I'll tell you about John first because it's, by far, the most exciting!© YLeeCoyote

John was sixteen last week and thinks he's A REAL BIG MAN being in the tenth grade while my twin brother Tim and I are mere sixth graders – not even in Junior High yet.  He gives the impression that we could walk under a crawling snake and not even bump our heads!  You surely recall that I told you that he has become insufferable.  He acts as if he is the cock of the walk (that's just the same as being a big prick!).  He is insolent to our parents without any reason and, worst without any advantage.  He treats Tim and I like dirt and is even a tattletale just to be mean.  Last month, Dad then had to give it to both Tim and I after Mr. Blabbermouth ratted on us, but he was much easier than usual.  Even dad is disgusted with him as you will hear.

He really got put down a peg or two (maybe five or six) last night.  Well, here's the scene: Dad was home yesterday afternoon.  As always, he left his keys on the hall table and the car in the driveway when he went to visit a neighbor.  When John got home from school he discovered his loooong-awaited learners' permit in the mail.  Mr. Driver went to "just sit behind the wheel" (and, of course, FEEL big and important).  Naturally, he needed dad's keys to listen to his tapes.  There he yielded to temptation.  The dummkopf not only started the car but actually MOVED IT a couple of meters in the driveway.  He's been asking to do this for at least a year, but dad always said: "Not until you get your learner's permit".  Lady luck was not with him for dad saw this on his way home.  It never ceases to amaze me at how stupid Mr. Big can be.

After dinner, the shit hit the fan as they say (although it was definitely something else that got hit).  Dad always lectures and spanks us kids with the others watching as an object lesson and today wasn't any different; well not at first.  I'll skip the lecture part (you heard it all anyway) and get to the juicy stuff which all took place in John's bedroom.  This was the first time that John was to be spanked in almost a year and when dad told him to "drop em and get into position over the bed" he stupidly objected saying: "But dad, I got hair there now and…."  This apparently really ticked Dad off for he just cut him off, told him not to worry about it and then additionally ordered him to strip completely.  It was out of the frying pan and into the fire for Big Bad John.  We all could tell that dad meant business and any objections would make things worse.  John, in a rare display of common sense, shut up and did as he was told.  When Mr. Sixteen stripped I did get to see that he did have a lot of hair down there and that his dick must have been four inches and was just dangling there – soft.  He often shows a much bigger woodie through his jeans and his Speedos so he must have been very ashamed, embarrassed or something.  He got into position real fast trying to hide his completely exposed manhood – as if Tim and I hadn't seen it already – lots of times.  (Remember I've described to you that we went skinny dipping late one night on our trip to the Islands during winter break.)  Dad told him that he had much bigger problems than his siblings seeing his pubic hair, but not to worry for that problem will be solved soon.  I though dad meant that he wouldn't be spanked BA any more but … read on.

With John in position, dad took off his belt and gave him sixteen very hard strokes on his naked, upturned butt.  Dad was real angry and this was definitely NOT a birthday spanking.  He started out nice and white and quickly turned red.  I could see each impression made by the punishing belt: stripe by stripe.  Although both Tim and I knew that John indubitably deserved this, we still winced with each hard WHACK of the belt knowing that we could get it sometime.  Soon the marks were blending together.  Mr. Macho held out for a while, but by the tenth stroke, he was yelling with each blow and was crying just like he had when he was my age.  Dad told us all to stay the way we were while he went for something.  Tim and I just watched how John's red-hot butt just seemed to radiate heat while Mr. Deflated laid there whimpering.  I figured that dad was making sure that the three of us understood how serious just moving the car was and, also, having John do his corner time on the bed, rather than in the corner, but I was very wrong.  Dad wasn't even half way through with his number one son – yet.

When dad returned he told John to stand in front of me while I sat on a chair.  I got a great close up of big brother's equipment while he turned red all over to match his whipped ass.  While John was dying standing exposed in front of me and Tim, dad told him that he had two more problems that need to be addressed: #1: He was very mistaken about being a man just because he had some pubic hair.  #2: Being ashamed that it would be seen by his siblings.  We are going to solve both problems now in just one stroke.  (You appreciate that pun later.)  Dad gave me the barber's clipper he had gone for and indicated that I was to remove big brother's pubic hair.  I was, to say the least, flabbergasted!  So obediently, but not reluctantly, I did as I was told.  This was not the time to court a spanking; dad was obviously in that mode.  John was horrified, but he did not dare to say or do anything to upset dad any more.  It sure was fun clipping my big brother's pubes so that he was like a little boy again.  I took this opportunity to squeeze Mr. Prick's prick real hard when I had to move it.  Dad did not notice that, but John did not like it at all.  He even started to get a little hard.  I bet he would have like that if he had been in control and was making me jerk him off.  He was probably feeling more like a cow locked in her stall being milked.  The only things that I regret was that it happened so quickly and that I couldn't tape it.  Yes, it is true that time does fly when you're having real FUN.

At dad's direction, I gave the clipper to Tim who had the unpleasant task to remove the hair from Mr. Stinko's armpits.  John was now as hairless as Tim and I.  Dad added injury to insult by then taking Mr. Little over his knee and giving him a hard hand spanking to again impress on him that he was still just a little boy and a very naughty one at that.  I know it was hard because I could see hand impressions, hear the loud SMACKS and John was soon crying again.

Standing John up and with all of us watching Dad then put the now infamous learners' permit back into the envelope, re-sealed it and wrote on it:  DO NOT OPEN UNTIL JUNE 25!  (School is over in four months.)  He then made John (still naked!) tape it to his mirror in his bedroom.  John and – his friends when they visit – will see it every single day.  Then dad parked him in the hall corner for a couple of hours.  He told him that he was fed up with his insolence and disrespectful behavior to everyone (especially the twins) and he better shape up or else!  He's going to be real unhappy that his friends are going to get to drive and he won't!

Tim couldn't wait to drag me out of the house to gloat away from dad's hearing.  He then joyfully told me the best is yet to come.  Although the spanking marks will all fade by Monday, John's hair won't grow back that fast and he has swim class this term.  If it was just gym he might have been able to keep his bare pubes a secret even in the locker room.  But swimming class is different; very different.  He won't be able to hide his bare pubes because they don't wear swim suits! – not for the showers before, in the pool, or the shower after – it's bare ass for the entire double period!  The whole class will see that he has lost his hair.  He's going to have a lot of explaining to do.

Just five minutes before John's corner time was up, a couple of his friends dropped over.  Mom said that John was busy but they were welcome to wait in his room for five minutes and that he would be right there.  They went upstairs and saw just how Mr. Red Barebutt was occupied: his nose in the corner and his hot red butt hanging out.  Tim and I could hear their initial laughter when they first saw his embarrassing position but then the timer bell rang and they all went to his room – behind a closed door.  There is a very small silver lining to John's cloud: they were his best friends.  He probably would have told them anyway and this way they will give him support.  (I can't help but to love my brother even though he is a big prick.)

I doubt that Mr. Buff is going to pick on us much for a while.  I'll give you a report next time.  Hopefully, a swim class report also.  Tim said that his classmate Joe's brother is also in the tenth grade and maybe in the same swim class.  I wonder which is going to hurt him more: no driving or no hair.

And now about Tim's butt.  Last Monday was Presidents' Day and we had off from school but not our chores.  Our parents went out to movie and returned as scheduled at 10:00.  Tim and I had a 7:00 curfew so that we could be embarrassed before our friends who all had 8:00 curfews.  Anyway, I got home early and discovered that Tim hadn't done his chores so I did them knowing that I could make Tim pay for keeping him out of trouble.  (Besides, when he gets into trouble, life is harder for me too.)  He compounded this felony by not coming home until 9:45.  Before he knew that I had done his chores, I got him to agree to two things (provided that we got everything done so that he did not get into trouble).  First, he was to do the chores when it was my turn – twice – when I wanted the time off.  Second, for protecting him from dad's wrath which would have resulted in a spanking and grounding, we would play parent and kid once more.  I love my twin brother (and he me) but sometimes one just needs to exercise some power.  It was a seller's market and he bought on my terms.

But things did not happen that way.  It turned out the movie was sold out and our folks just visited with their friends after dinner.  They saw Tim outside when he was suppose to home.  Dad asked Tim when he got home and Tim wisely confessed to being late.  Dad, noting that his chores were done and he hadn't lied, gave Tim the choice of being grounded for a week or getting a spanking.  Tim opted for the latter.

A few minutes later dad, John, Tim and I were in Tim's bedroom.  Tim's shorts and briefs were lowered by dad who then flipped him over his knee.  With fifteen hard hand smacks to each cute boy butt-cheek, they turned from white to pink and then to a bright crimson red as I watched.  Tim was then parked in the hall corner for an hour.  He hardly cried.  Soon, I think, Tim is going to have to decide to cry more from a hand spanking across dad's lap or to get the belt like John now does.  Will it be his macho pride or his butt that gets it?  John ribs him about getting baby spankings rather than manly straps.  Although after what happened to John yesterday, he's not likely to say anything for a while.

Wednesday, the folks went out for a movie and John was also out, so Tim and I were alone for a couple of hours.  I told Tim that it was time to pay up for last Monday and to change into a T-shirt and shorts for his spanking.  He protested that he had already been spanked.  I countered that because I did the chores he was only spanked lightly and for being late which was not part of bargain so that it was time to pay up.  Reluctantly he conceded that I was right.  I went to his room a few minutes later.  There I "lectured" him that his being late put my curfew time at risk and that was not fair.  He was standing in front of me for this.  I then reached for his pants and started to open them.  He objected and I reminded him that we were always spanked bare-assed and if he wished I would just tell dad rather than spanking him.  Tim was just playing "the game" for we been seeing each other naked literally forever.  Remember, we were naked when we shared a womb for nine months.  (That would be a great line in an Elmer Fudd accent.)  He realized that a spanking from me would just be child's play compared to one from dad.  Actually, this was a bluff because dad would tan my hide for waiting to tell but Tim did not realize this in time.  So I dropped his shorts and pulled down his briefs.  His cock was smaller than John's and hairless.  Four years makes a BIG difference.  I then pulled him over my lap and gave him a light spanking.  It was fun!  Tim must have liked it also for when he got up he was HARD and he didn't even try to hide it, but was actually showing it off.  His ass was also a bright pink (but not as red as it was Monday).

He apologized for being late and said he did not realized that it put my curfew in jeopardy also.  We are still the best of friends for it's real hard to split twins.  He loves me just as much as I love him.

I got to close now.  I'm going to the mall with Sally and her mom and they just pulled up in the car.  I'll just make the last mail pickup for the day if I run so that you will get this real soon.  Oh! Some GREAT NEWS: Mom said I may pick out a TRAINING BRA at Bloomingdale's!  WOW!!

I'll write more anon (learnt that word in school this week).


Mary Lou

Read Lia's response to Letter I
Learn what happened to John in school and more in John David's Shocked in Swim Class

Letter II:

Monday, Memorial Day, May 25

Dear Pen Pal,

In your response to my letter of February 25, telling of my brothers' red butts, you said that I must tell you more about our spankings and I promised that I would.  At the time I was absolutely, positively sure that one of my brothers would again be the star of the new report, but, alas, it is myself that got it this time.  As I write this I am sitting gingerly – very gingerly – still with a very red bottom (ouch) on a very thick and very soft cushion.

Yesterday was a terrible day!  It was the worse day of my life!  I thought that I would die for I was so mortified!  I'm really ashamed to write this but I promised you.  Let me remind you that I come from a big family; both my parents have three siblings and several cousins each.  We also have a family tradition of meeting for a family (actually, clan) picnic each year (now) on the Sunday before Memorial Day.  Well the clan includes fifteen families so that the group is almost sixty people of which my cousins (aged 6 to 22) number twenty.  About eighty per cent showed up this time.  As has been the recent custom, this year we rented a private resort area that even has a small lake as well as the standard picnic grounds.

It was extremely hot yesterday; a real scorcher at 35C degrees! – almost body temperature.  It felt more like a Labor Day weekend than a Memorial Day one.  Us kids were all minimally dressed in shorts and for the young ladies an additional brief halter.  We were all running around having a great time with lots of good burgers and stuff and without thoughts of school and homework.  My cousins Chuck and Ralph, both 18, managed, finally, to get the paddles for the canoes from the caretaker.  The old folks (my dad in particular) insisted that I had to be with two of my older cousins and made me promise all sorts of silly things – like not to stand up.  Here's the line up: I'm with Chuck and Tom in #1; Tim is with Ralph and Terry in #2; and John is with Dave in #3.  Although every one is real friendly now, it is important to know that Chuck and Tom are both real close with John and they have ganged up on me in the past.  Also, I'm certain that John has not forgiven me for clipping his pubes at dad's direction.  I never heard what kind of tough time he had in swim class at school but surely he wants to get even with me.

After a little while of peaceful paddling a "let's do something exciting" mode developed and we were going to race.  Well my canoe got to the finish buoy first and then I made I very big mistake.  I stood up and shouted for victory.  I'm certain that I did not tip the canoe over.  Positive!  Absolutely sure!  But never the less the three of us were in the water and every one on the beach saw it also thanks to my very loud mouth.  From the shouts from the beach, it was obvious that they all thought that I tipped over the canoe.  It was really fun at first and there wasn't any real danger.  They are both great swimmers (have life guard jobs for the summer for years) and they came to my "rescue".  The problem was that I did not need to be rescued until then.  I heard one of them say: "Get her".  As Chuck grabbed me, I started to say: "I'm OK …." but he dunked me and I choked on the cold lake water.  I am no match for either of them and they kept me down until I stopped fighting.  Surely it was an "accident" that my halter was untied, that it came off  and got lost so as to leave my perky little tits exposed.  Limp from being half drowned, they lifted me into canoe #3 with Dave and John.  Then they righted and got back into their own canoe.  I felt like a wet rag as they took me back to land.

When we got back to the beach, dad actually dragged me from the canoe.  He was so angry that he forgot to be happy I was all right and immediate hauled my ass over to the first bench.  Without a single word, he pulled down my shorts and panties and flipped me across his lap.  Every one was watching!  Even before the first smack, I was mortified.  My little cousins were absolutely thrilled – particularly the males.  They rarely got to see a spanking and now they were about to.  (Not to mention a peak in the bright sun of my down covered privates and my exposed breasts.  This was the first time in over a year that I was glad my pubes hadn't really grown yet.)  I think that you could have heard their giggles for they were so loud.  The older ones were surely thinking that it was better her than me.  As I was pulled over dad's lap, I saw John grinning from ear to ear, and elbowing both Chuck and Tom (who were merely smiling), as happy as he could be that I was being humiliated by being publicly spanked while naked.  Then, SMACK just as the first blow landed on my exposed tushy, SMACK I realized what had happened.  SMACK  They had planned to get me.  SMACK  And I had made it easy by standing up.  SMACK  They had tipped over the canoe on purpose to get me in trouble.  SMACK  But no one would believe that.  SMACK  The unjust blows continued to rain down hard on my reddening butt.  SMACK  And soon I gave in and started to cry like a baby.  SMACK  Because I was also kicking, my shorts and panties came off and SMACK I was totally naked.  SMACK  I know that dad was lecturing me, SMACK but I did not hear a single word of it.  SMACK <sob> SMACK

Eventually dad stopped beating my ass and stood me up.  I was blushing so much that it must have almost made my hot red ass seem pale.  He called Chuck and Tom over and ordered me to apologize for endangering their lives by being so stupid as to stand up in a canoe causing it to tip over and thank them for saving my life.  Have you ever seen that cartoon where they are trying to fish Washington out of the icy Delaware River with the caption reading: "If I told him once, I told him a thousand times: Sit down, George.?"  Well that is how I felt.  I was looking down at the ground, but when they were standing in front of me, I could see that their shorts were really bulging and you can envision why.  I mumbled something but it did not please dad, so he told Chuck: "I see that she needs some more." and pushed me toward him.  Chuck took hold of me and sat down on the bench.  You can guess what happened.  SMACK  Yes, dear Pen Pal, I was getting another SMACK public spanking on my already sore exposed derriere from my cousin.  SMACK  My cousin is very strong and he hid me even harder than dad did.  SMACK  I was soon crying again.  SMACK  Again, I was stood up and this time apologized sufficiently to satisfy dad for I did not get a third spanking.  <sob>

There was a small building near by and dad led me over to it and put me in the corner.  But it was on the outside so that it did very little to hide my exposed pussy and nothing at all for my red behind.  As I stood there, hoping to melt into the ground I could hear two set of things.  First, various parents were showing their kids what happens to naughty boys and girls and I was exhibit number one.  Even the shy kids got to stare – up close – at my glowing rear end without having to sneak.  A couple of them wanted to even touch it.  Second, the bold ones (particularly the boys) looked along the side of the building to view my anterior side.  Whenever I tried to shift so that the one on the left couldn't see, I just made the view for the one on the right better; it was a real loser which every way I moved.  It was even worse for then I saw that they had camcorders!  I knew that I was stuck here with my ass having to be out, but I was wishing that someone would bring me an apron so at least I could cover my privates.  Also, I was wishing that there had been a normal corner which would have covered my front side.

After what seem to be days on display, Tim finally appeared with a towel and wrapped me in it.  Then my cousins, Jill and Jane, helped me to shower and dress.  They stayed with me until it was time to go home, keeping the boys away.  You can be certain that I slept on my tummy last night.

In the morning, John happily told me that I got rave reviews and asked sporting an evil grin if I wanted to be in a nudee pictures.

After supper on Wednesday, we all got to see the video tape of the picnic that was a edited composite from the four camcorders that were there.  It shows me getting spanked but very discreetly so as not to offend anyone or really embarrass me.  My relief was short lived however.  When I got back to my room I found a second tape that my loving male cousins made.  I was the star attraction!   It shows EVERYTHING of my spanking: being dragged from the canoe, shorts dropped, over dad's lap, my butt turning red, over my cousin's lap and standing exposed in the corner.  Those perverted boys made it with long sequences of my naked crotch and behind.  John come by and asked if I thought that his friends would like it.  I'm certain he wants to blackmail (or should I say "black-male"?) me with it.  I don't know what to do.  It showed everything; absolutely EVERYTHING!

I was frighten.  I was screaming.  Then I heard: "It is ok, Pumpkin; it is ok."  "Pumpkin" was John's pet name for me when I was little and no one else ever used it.  And I felt John's strong arms about me; holding me tightly and trying to calm me.  I just had had the absolutely most terrible nightmare of my entire life.  It was just Monday afternoon and I was in my own bed (albeit with a sore butt).  There was not a video tape of me to compete with "Debby Does Dallas".  My big brother was NOT trying to blackmail me but to help me.  I told him what I had just dreamt and he assured me that it was just a very guilty girl's dream.  Dad would never treat me like that.  He would never hurt me (even though I'm a pesky kid sister) although if it would help me he would (reluctantly) spank me.  I should be ashamed of even having such terrible thoughts.  He did reminded me that I was a bad girl for standing up in the canoe and causing it to tip over but dad had waited until we were home to spank me.  And yes, he was very unhappy that I had clipped his pubes, but that was a problem between dad and him.  He did not blame me at all for it.  (He even confided that it had been sort of fun and he did not have that hard of a time at school.)  Then he got his sports cream and very, very tenderly rubbed it on my sore behind before he tucked me back in the bed and kissed me gently on the forehead.  And I fell back asleep.

Well, it now Monday evening as the date line says, but, dearest Pen Pal, I found that the dream was so exciting that I wanted to tell it to you as if it had been real.  Did you catch the give away with the date and the event timing?

Well, you ask, what really happened.  All was true up until I stood up in that canoe.  Most regrettably, I really did tip it over and was rescued by my cousins, bless them.  Dad did not spank me in public then and expose me to the world.  When I got to the shore, my family wrapped me in a towel and I had to sit in the car until we got home.  Once we were home, dad gave me a very severe lecture and an even more severe spanking.

First he put me over his lap with my shorts and panties off.  It must have been more than hundred smacks on my little behind.  I was bawling after only thirty.  After a hour in the corner, while everyone else was having fun talking about the great day, he came back.  I was then required to call up my two cousins who has rescued me and apologize for endangering their lives by my stupid actions and to thank them for saving my life.  Then dad gave it to me with the belt for the first time.  I got a dozen hard strokes with his heavy leather belt while laying over the bed.  You can bet that I was crying very loud.  Of course, both my brothers were watching both the spanking and strapping and saw all of me.  <blush>

I suppose that I'm an obnoxious brat at times and deserved the severe chastisement I got this time.  Need I mention that I am also grounded for two weeks.  That's practically a lifetime.

Writing about the spankings (both real and imagined) has made my crotch all tingly again.  I going back to bed to play with me.  So until next time, best wishes.


Mary Lou

Read Lia's response to Letter II    Continue with Letter III

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