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Subject: BROTHERS' RED BUTTS -- II
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The following story is fiction. It is an continuation to the letter in
"Brothers' Bare Butts" which should be read first.  It contains scenes of
public parental spanking with the attendant humiliation.  If such subjects are
offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave 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.  This
work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without
permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including
the copyright notice.  The author (a mature, gay submissive male) would
appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including constructive criticism, and
suggestions.  E-mail to: YLeeCoyote@juno.com


BROTHERS' RED BUTTS -- II
by
Y. Lee Coyote


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 35 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 frighted.  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.

Love,

Mary Lou


© Copyright by A.I.L., May 7, 1997


Mary Lou just loves to hear from new pen pals, particularly about their
spanking experiences.


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