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The following story is totally fiction.  It contains scenes of spanking and
shaving.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor
(i.e., child) please leave now.  The use of paint on the body is best left to
fiction as some paints contain dangerous solvents.  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 would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail to: YLeeCoyote@juno.com
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This is a sequel to "Brothers' Red Butts -- IV".  It is recommended that you
start at the beginning of the series which is complete in Jimka's archive.
<http://agora.rdrop.com/~jimka/xxx/spank/brothers.html>


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


Monday evening, July 18

Dear Pen Pal,

As you know, I am at summer camp and the conditions here are positively
primitive which is why you must endure my terrible handwriting and spelling
errors.  I don't even have a typewriter!  Unlike my previous letters, I must
write this like Mr. Dickens did with his epic novels -- by hand. Fortunately,
for both of us, this is much shorter and I can use a ball point pen rather than
a quill.

Camp is much more fun than I expected.  Although it is a co-ed camp it is setup
as brother/sister camps with a 'pink' girls and 'blue' boys section with the
common stuff like the mess and social halls in between.  Would you believe they
are all yellow?  Really!  I kid you not!!  They must have been struck with a
major case of the "cutes" when they named the sections.  I like my bunk mates
for, like me, they are tomboyish rather than prissy.  The girls' activities are
separate from the boys' except for twice-a-week socials.  With two 'agents' in
the other camp, I gotten a couple of good introductions to some real cool guys
who like me.  (Incidentally, one of my bunkmates is after my bod too.)  John is
a waiter but with lots of free time he gets into the action too.

Saturday afternoon Nan and I were washing up after working on painting the set
for the first play of the season and we over heard some of the older guys
talking in the john.  That night they were going to start to haze the new
campers; the fun was to commence at midnight behind the boat house.  Nan
immediately broke out in a huge grin and said that we must watch.  Her cousin
was here last year and she said she had heard some stories.  So, we snuck out
at 11:40 and were safely hidden in the bushes behind the boat house.  There was
only one side where the event could take place and not be seen by anyone in the
camp.  Anyone except these two Ninja spies that is.

Well, at the witching hour, the coven showed up.  The four new boys and eight
old timers.  The newbies were stripped and we got to see four sets of cocks,
balls and buns.  They were asked silly questions about the camp and sports. 
But the penalties were what were interesting.  Each time that a newbie did not
know the correct answer, he was required to ask four of the old timers for a
blow on the ass: "Please, Wise Sir, Chastise this stupid boy.",  then turn and
assume the position.  The old timers carried ping pong paddles, hair brushes
and belts.  Then after each blow they were had to say: "Thank you, Sir."

The initiates were required to be quiet and so we could enjoy the sound of boy
butts being beaten and turning red, red and redder!  They each started out
white, but we could see their butts gradually turn pink, red and dark red by
the light from the flashlights (gee, your word -- torches --would sound better
here).  So it went: Question.  Wrong answer.  Please, Sir.  Turn and bend. 
SMACK!  Thank you.  And turning darker.  We kept count and each of the boys got
fifteen sets of four "kisses".  A couple of the old timers used their hands. 
At first they were asked but they apparently hit very hard so by the time the
event was over they were no longer the first to be asked.  I just wished that
it was lighter so that Nan and I could have seen better.  It was very exciting
and, yes, definitely --  there was this great feeling between my legs -- again.
 Of course, I encouraged it with my hand.  (And Nan did the same.)

To finish up the boys were assigned an initiation mission.  Tim and Nan's
brother, Tom, were required to get pictures of the girls' showers in our camp
the next night and the other two new boys the same in the girls' camp on the
other side.

Nan and I were torn between two loyalties: should we betray our brothers or the
other girls.  After a long discussion, we decided not to rat on them.  Also,
being photographed would not hurt any one.  Besides we could get in trouble
ourselves for being in a position to know the plans.

About 2300 Sunday evening, my bunkmate Nancy and I were woken up by a couple of
girls from the fourteen year old group and told that there was something
special for us to watch.  They had caught a couple of boys spying, cameras in
hand, on the older girls in the shower and were going to teach them a lesson. 
Yes, you guess it on the first try: Tim and Tom.  Nan and I were invited to
watch, but not participate, in their punishment.

By the time we got to the shower house the two captives had been stripped and
had their hands tied behind their back.  Would you believe that they were hard
even in their helpless position; even after getting a cold shower.  Tradition
dictated the punishment.  With some fanfare, one of the senior girls pronounced
sentence on the two knaves.

The first part of the sentence was that they get Mohawks.  This is a type of
haircut named after the Indian tribe which lived in northern New York.  You
know Marvin Martian from Looney Tunes; his helmet has that same effect -- a
strip of hair down the middle and the rest shaved smooth.  The boys were told
what was going to happen and forced to kneel.  They were also told that if they
resisted that they "would lose ALL of their hair and we mean ALL!, guys."  Nan
and I were kept in the background so our brothers would not see us.  They had a
powerful clipper and the four senior girls each did half a head.  The boys were
stoic and did not resist.  I was told that both resistance and cowardliness are
rewarded with extra punishments.  Of course, those cameras were used -- almost
as planed for nude shots in the shower.
The second part of the punishment was to dye the remaining hair pink; a bright
shocking pink.  The dye was brushed on the boys and left to set for a while. 
They are very unhappy for they do not know that it is easily washed out rather
than a permanent type.

The third part of the punishment is more permanent.  Real paint is used to
decorate the boys' chests and backs with a large "P" and then their crotches
were also painted.  Would you like to guess what color is used.  Nope; that's
wrong; it is not pink.  It is FLORESCENT PINK.  They could get away with the
strange hair cut after their next shower but a florescent pink cock is going to
be a real problem for a while.  Would you want to try to scrub it off?  OUCH at
just the thought.  I was told that it is not that bad for it stage paint and
not wall paint, but even so.  I got some of it on my hands working on the set
and it does scrub off but not that easily.

The final punishment to be administered was twenty strokes with a leather
strap; actually a couple of old leather belts.  Each of the four senior girls
administered five each.  It turned out that two were lefties so the boys would
get it very evenly.  The boys were hobbled and tied to gather so that they
could not run.  Tim got it first.  With everyone (including Tom) watching two
of the seniors started on his nice white behind.  It was so nice watching how
his bottom changed color.  First the sound of the belt, WHACK! and then the
white turning pink.  After a few strokes, Tim's butt was all red.  The seniors
were mad and really laid it on hard.  I think that they hit too hard but I
could not do anything about it.  I was worrying that Tim would really embarrass
himself by shooting like he did when John strapped him.  It was bad enough that
he was hard though all of this.  By the time Tim had gotten the specified ten
on each side his butt was a very bright red.  I though his bottom glowed more
than the paint on his body.

Now it was Tom's turn to get it.  He was a little older than Tim and was one of
the boys that I liked.  His sister whispered to me that he had never, ever been
spanked in any way.  Well, that was about to end and in public.  We were going
to see what kind of stuff he is made of.  He yelled on the first blow and was
told that if he yelled again he would earn an extra two.  He was quiet as the
next few strokes completely reddened his virgin bottom and then broke down.  He
started to whimper and after a few more he was crying.  The seniors with the
straps and now with extra broad smiles, kept at it for the full count and then
added an extra four.  I must confess that I was proud that Tim took it was well
and Nan was ashamed of her brother and would not speak of it.

They were led back to the Yellow zone and told that they were free.  Free after
they untied themselves.  Free like the day they were born -- naked.  (Their
clothes were dumped into the laundry and they will get them back next week.) 
They got lots of nude pictures in the girls' shower as required.  Although not
quite the subjects specified.  I expect to hear about this sometime in the
future.  I wonder how much of the truth will be changed since Tim does not know
I saw it all.

Anyway it is lights out time, so I will close now and mail this in the morning.

xxxxx,

xxxxxxxx     Tuesday evening continuation,

This is a special week.  A couple of hours before reveille this morning, I was
called again.  This time John had been caught trying to get revenge on the
girls that mistreated Tom and his own little brother.  Both Kevin (another
waiter) and he were caught with a bucket of blue paint outside of the seniors'
bunk house.  This time it was the waitress that were in charge.  I was called
to watch what happened to my big brother.

By the time I got there they were each tied to a broom handle to keep their
arms outstretched and also with ropes tying their ankles so that they were
hobbled.  Then their clothes were cut off until they were naked.  I noticed
that John's pubes were pretty long for having been shaved just a month ago.

The first thing that happened is that they got haircuts.  This time it was an X
design.  John got the positive and the other guy the negative.  It actually
looks stranger than the Mohawks.  The waitress did not fool around and then
proceeded to clip all of their body hair -- underarms, chests and crotches. 
Then they used the paint that the boys brought and put matching X's on their
chests and reverse X's on their backs.  They then painted the rest with the
Florescent Pink to make blue on pink and pink on blue designs.  If it hadn't
been my brother, I think it would have been funny.

The boys were then told that they are going to get twenty strokes from a belt
each and to make it interesting they have to do to each other.  If it is too
easy it the delivered count is reduced by one.  (That means they get two
extra.)  The older girls tell me that this usually results in thirty or more
strokes and they get quite hard because the first couple are always declared to
be "babyish".  The boys still hobbled and tied together with some clothesline
were then otherwise freed.  We did not even have to cheat as they started very
gently with each other.  By the time they had five each they were hitting quite
hard.  I think it was like Tim used on John that I told you about.  With the
two big boys giving it to each other their butts turned red real fast and then
deep red.  It appeared to me that they actually got mad at each other and that
made the strokes even harder.  Those butts were red, red hot were they stopped.

They were led by a rope tied about their cocks and balls to the Yellow section.
 Near the flag pole is a small iron fence.  They were attached tightly to the
fence with plastic wire ties.  First one was placed like a snug bracelet about
a wrist and then a second tie to the fence.  The ties are very tough plastic
and are not easily broken but must be cut with a tool.  Everyone in the camp
gathers for the morning flag raising before breakfast.  ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE!

There may be some great honor for the boys to invade the girls section but it
must be very disgraceful to be caught and then put on display like that.  I
heard that the unfortunate folks in the pillory (in colonial time) sometimes
got de-pantsed.  The Head counselor did not seem very concerned but did the
usual stuff while the two ejected invaders were on display.  At the end
however, he made comments about not invading the other half camp and the high
price of trespass.  As we went into the mess hall, they were cut loose.  But
the Head made them serve breakfast without going back to get dressed.

Anyway it's lights out time, so I will close now and mail this in the morning.

Love,

Mary Lou

 
© Copyright by A.I.L., July 9, 1997


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


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