Just 4 Kids Part 1

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Just 4 Kids; Part 1

To understand this story, let's take a quick trip back to my childhood.  Jan, my next-door neighbor and I were favorite playmates since toddlerhood.  Especially since we were different sexes, we had a natural and healthy curiosity about each other's bodies.  So naturally we invented games that facilitated something we instinctively knew our parents would forbid; the mutual discovery of each other's bodies. The first thing that we tried was swapping clothes.  When I came home wearing Jan's pants and she came home wearing mine, our parents somehow figured out that we must have been disrobed somewhere in between.  They quickly and painfully discouraged THAT game. Then we invented a new game, called either "house" or "school" depending on the day.  One of us was either the parent or the teacher, while the other was the "kid".  Inevitably the "kid" was "bad" and earned a spanking.  A play spanking always resulted; a spanking that usually required lowered pants.  Had Jan's family not moved away, perhaps our play spankings would gradually have become more real; perhaps even progressing from "pants down" to “underwear off”.  Who knows where we might have gone from there!

This story is a fantasy about how life might have been had Jan not moved away.

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                                                                 Just 4 Kids: Part One

Shucking off her shorts and top in front of her friends had become familiar enough, but this time Jan saw all three of them staring at her panties with a new expectation.  She temporized, deliberately folding up her clothes and neatly placing them on the couch.  Now, for the first time, she must take off her panties and bra in front of the group; and then, later, there would be...

Tears sprang unbidden to her eyes with a suddenness that embarrassed her as she reached down to the elastic at her waist. She couldn’t help but think about the spanking that she would get as soon as the other kids were done with the game; not just a few swats on her bottom, but a REAL spanking, just like her parents occasionally gave her, until her bottom was really red and until she was really crying!  Why had she agreed to this game?

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It had been an idyllic summer, but now the first day of school was looming.  The four kids, Tom, Guy, Kelley and Jan had known each other forever, but had become especially close over this summer.  They were particularly enjoying a new freedom that had been gradually granted to them over the last few months. Since they stuck together so well, and seemed to play without conflict or destructive mischief, their parents had gradually become accustomed to allowing them to play outside for hours at a time without supervision. They even gained occasional permission to walk to the mall for games, movies and snacks as long as their parents knew where they were and they promised to stay together.

All four of the kids had their mothers at home all day except for Jan, whose mother worked.  Jan was supposedly watched by her Grandmother who lived on the next block.  Jan’s grandmother was a loving lady who liked to nap during the day and was secretly relieved that Jan didn’t seem to require much supervision. Jan had a key to her own home, which was empty while her parents were at work, but she was only supposed to enter briefly for necessities and wasn’t allowed to have her friends inside.

As the days became hotter, the kids came to enjoy a regular game of Monopoly in the afternoon.  The game initially moved from home to home, but finally settled on the broad, shady back porch of Jan’s home.  The kids not only enjoyed the coolness of the porch, but particularly liked the freedom of being able to say whatever was on their minds without the intruding presence of adult ears.  The mothers were a little concerned about this new location at first, but because they all lived so close together, and because the kids always seemed to be so good, they gradually stopped constantly checking on them.  Perhaps each thought that the other parents were keeping better tabs on the kid’s activities.  So the four youngsters gradually drifted off of their parents “radar screens” for entire afternoons.

As the friends gradually became better at Monopoly, they added embellishments of their own to avoid boredom; some of these “special rules” involved things that their parents would certainly not approve of. Sometimes they would enter the forbidden territory of Jan’s house briefly so the winner could give the looser a few swats over his or her shorts.  Often, the first person to “go broke” and be eliminated from the game would become the “slave” and would have to serve the others still playing the game drinks and other snacks pilfered from the seemingly limitless bounty inside Jan’s house.  These “special rules” were always negotiated before each game.  Just two weeks ago when Jan became the “slave”, someone mentioned that it would be nice if she dressed the part of a slave.  Jan went inside her house, but the best she could come up with was her bikini bathing suit.  Even though they had seen her in it many times before, the boys thought this was a great idea!

The following day, Tom ended up as the ‘slave.  Since he didn’t have a handy wardrobe, there was considerable discussion about how he should dress for the part.  It was decided that his underpants had to do.  The game now had to move inside the banned territory of Jan’s house so Tom could safely disrobe.  Nobody really thought about it, but the “game” had now moved distinctly into forbidden territory; the mutual exploration of their young bodies.

Tom had earlier agreed to receive ten swats from the winner, but these were to have been delivered to the outside of the jeans he was no longer wearing.  This caused an unexpected 4-way negotiation session.  Tom claimed that he shouldn’t be spanked at all, while Kelley, the winner, said that she couldn’t spank all that hard anyhow.  Finally, Kelley boldly proposed to deliver only 5 swats if Tom would lower the back of his underpants.  “After all” she reasoned, “underpants don’t give much protection anyhow”.  Tom found this offer strangely exciting.  Pretending to be very reluctant and flushing convincingly, he bared his bottom, laid across Kelley’s lap, and took his licks with only a little squirming.  A major Rubicon had just been crossed.  With Tom again dressed, the group solemnly agreed to a policy of mutual silence before guiltily moving back out to the porch.

Over the next few days, the games continued their rapid progress into forbidden territory.  When Kelley next became the “slave,” the group again snuck inside so that Kelly could strip down to her training bra and cotton panties for her “slave” duties.  At the completion of the game, Guy, the winner, delivered five firm swats to her bare bottom. He was surprised at the painful erection that suddenly popped up under her weight; and he was gratified at how strangely wonderful that erection felt as Kelly squirmed.  Kelly stood up with moist eyes, pulled up the back of her panties, and then pointed out the unmistakable lump in Guy’s shorts.  “I know what that is” she said.  Guy blushed a deep red.  Kelly decided right then that she wanted to see more of the boy’s bodies before this summer ended.

After a weekend, the group found itself together the following Monday, the last week of summer.  Before the game started, Kelly boldly suggested that the “slave” should go totally naked.  That was greeted by a gasp or two, but was finally okayed.  Then Jan, who was probably the best Monopoly player, suggested the boldest enhancement of all; the loser should get a “real” spanking!  What do you mean “real”? Guy asked, “Aren’t they already real”?  “I mean a hard spanking like we get from our parents or from the Principal; you know, until the slave is really crying and really gets a red bottom”, Jan said.

There was a long silence.    

Finally Kelly spoke up “let’s just do the bare naked thing and the swats today and talk about the hard spanking tomorrow.  The group quickly agreed, but the “real” spanking idea was clearly something that wouldn’t go away.

The game started.  One hour later, Tom was bankrupt.  The game stopped.  “OK slave” Kelly said, “off with everything”.  With three sets of eyes on him, Tom first sat down to remove his shoes and socks.  His shirt followed.  He stood up, smirked at the group, undid his belt, unbuttoned, unzipped, and then peeled down his pants.  He stood before his friends wearing only his underpants.  “Get on with it slave!” Kelly commanded.  Tom turned his back to the group and reached for his underpants when a chorus from the group stopped him in his tracks.  “NO; Turn around and do that!”  Blushing, he turned around, lowered his underpants, and then stepped out of them, bending unnaturally at the waist in a vain attempt to protect his modesty. Tom’s friends quickly ordered him to straighten up and get his hands away from his privates.  The girls drank in the view, this first unobstructed look at the fullness of a boy’s body. Brazenly, the girls ordered him to put hands on head and spin around slowly.  They were too thrilled to dwell on the distinct possibility that it would soon be one of them on similar display.

The game resumed, with the girls making more than the usual requests for drinks and snacks to keep Tom moving back and forth, not incidentally displaying his “all” to the group of friends. After a while, Tom began to relax and enjoy the game enough to add some gratuitous wiggles to his performance.  Perhaps the girls were too distracted to play well; in any event, Guy was an easy winner. Guy ordered the “slave” to put the game back in the box.  No sooner had Tom finished that chore than Guy pushed his chair well back from the table and pointed to his lap. With the girls watching avidly, Tom bent over his friend’s lap for what had become the standard five swats. Easily absorbing this punishment, Tom was allowed to dress and the group dispersed long before there was any danger of Jan’s parents coming home from work and discovering them inside the forbidden confines of the house.

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That evening, Tom and Guy had a chance for a private talk, naturally; the main topic of discussion was Jan’s proposal.  They certainly were interested in seeing the girls naked, but somehow, for reasons they couldn’t yet understand, the prospect of giving a girl a “real” spanking was far more exciting.  “You understand that we could get spanked ourselves” (Guy had a great grasp of the obvious)

“Not only that, one of us boys might have to spank the other, and you realize that we would HAVE to do a good job?”  

“Could you take a hard spanking without getting mad and telling?”  

“Why would I tell when that would just get me another spanking from my parents for doing something naughty?”  

“Oh yea, that’s right!  Nobody is going to tell unless we get caught.  We just have to make sure that doesn’t happen.”  

The two talked on, but came to no decision.

Likewise, the girls got a chance to talk quietly on the phone just before bedtime:

“Guy is really cute; I would like to see him naked” (giggle)

“Do you think he has a big one?” (Mutual giggle)

“Well I would like to see him naked and squirming around on my lap while I give him a
good spanking” (giggle, giggle).  

Somehow, the girls never got around to picturing themselves naked, squirming, kicking, and sobbing while absorbing a hard spanking whilst draped across one of the boy’s laps.

None of the kids was a complete stranger to stern parental corporal punishment, and by now all four of the kids had had enough swats from each other to know what an ordeal a “real” spanking would be.

The scene was set; someone was going to get spanked…hard.

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The next morning, when the group got together for another day’s play, all talk was about Jan’s proposal. They gathered under a cool (and private) tree and hashed out the details.  They first decided that the spankings would only be administered by hand; nobody wanted to brave belts, paddles or hairbrushes.  Jan objected to this at first because she was afraid that she wasn’t strong enough to properly spank the boys.  In that event, it was decided that she should simply do her best work and then ask for help to finish the job.  It was decided that the spankings shouldn’t go lower than the buttocks so that the “red” wouldn’t show below their summer shorts, which would be a sure tip-off to their parents and get all four of them in trouble.

There followed considerable discussion about how hard and how long the spanking should be and how that should be judged.  Also, there was concern that the spanked person might “get mad” and friendships might suffer.  Considering their young ages, the children came up with an ingenious set of rules.  First of all, “chickening out” would not be allowed by either the spanker or the “slave”.  The spanking MUST proceed as agreed.  The spanking would be over when the “slave” was really crying, and the bottom was bright red, and then only when 2 out of the group of 3 decided the spanking was over.  There was no way for the “slave” to get off lightly and no way for the “slave” to blame any one person. The “voting” was to be done with “thumbs-up, thumbs-down” signals so the “slave” wouldn’t know who was responsible. Finally, At Tom’s suggestion they also agreed that there was to be no teasing about the tears afterwards.  After all, everybody cries then they get spanked!

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After an exciting morning working out these details among themselves, they decided that they would split up for lunch so that they could start their afternoon game a little early.  An hour later, just a little after high noon, they were sneaking into Jan’s house.  Everybody seemed bright and flush with excitement.   Guy got out the game board and spread out the money, cards and tokens.  

“Is everybody OK with this?” he asked.  “I don’t want anybody to fink out on us.”

Jan took a little longer to respond than the rest of the group, even though this had originally been her idea. She was now having real second thoughts; she really didn’t want a spanking, and she really didn’t want to get naked in front of the group, even though she had enjoyed seeing Tom bare.  Quickly, peer pressure won out against her negative thoughts and Jan nodded her agreement.  After all, being the best Monopoly player in the group, she was safe; wasn’t she?

The game started.  Monopoly is a game of strategy, but there’s still a strong element of chance.  From the very start, the dice just weren’t kind to Jan.  After her third consecutive stay in jail, and her third start without passing “go” or collecting $200.00, Jan started to squirm.  Her stomach had that same “flipping” feeling that it had when her parents sent her to their bedroom to fetch the hairbrush.  To put it bluntly, Jan knew early on that she was the one who would be getting spanked.  This certain knowledge didn’t help her strategy!  After less than half an hour of play, Jan was bankrupt and now it was a three-way game to determine who the spanker was going to be.  But first, Jan had to change into her “slave” outfit…her “birthday suit”.

The game paused.          

Jan felt three pairs of unwavering eyes looking at her expectantly. Without prodding, she reached for the buttons of her blouse.  Starting with her blouse, she worked free all five buttons and shrugged it off.  She kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned, unzipped, and pealed off her shorts. Temporizing, she folded her clothing, and piled everything neatly on the couch.  Now that it was time to doff her panties, the realness of her coming spanking loomed large. Tears flowed.  

“Are you OK Jan?” Kelly asked solicitously.  “If this is really a problem I’ll switch with you.”  

Jan was briefly tempted, but she straightened up and said bravely, “We said I was supposed to cry, so I am a little”.  Before she could change her mind, she reached down and quickly snatched her panties down to the floor, stepped out of them and placed them atop her pile. The bra quickly followed.  Tom and Guy squirmed in their seats, their eyes riveted just below Jan’s bellybutton. Jan stood red-faced in front of her friends, one hand cupped over her privates and an arm across her breasts.

Remembering his own previous treatment at the hands of the group, Tom insisted that Jan place her hands on her head and turn around several times to display her entire body.   Guy had a younger sister and was slightly familiar with such things, but this was Tom’s first glimpse of the female body.  Both boys liked what they saw!  Even Kelly felt her pulse quicken in response to these forbidden fruits.

They released Jan to her “slave” duties, and she quickly went to work, attempting to lose herself in her assigned tasks.  For some reason, neither of the boys found reason to stand for the remainder of the game.  The game resumed. Kelly dropped out within the following half-hour, perhaps purposely.  She calmed Jan while the game continued on, hard-fought between the two boys.  The winner would be responsible for properly spanking a naked girl.  An hour later, it was clear that Guy would be the eventual winner.  Because it was getting late, Tom agreed to concede defeat to make way for more important activities.  They needed to be out of the house long before Jan’s parents were due back!

The “slave” cleaned all of the drink cans and snacks off the table while the three others watched. Then she carefully and rather slowly put all of the game parts back in the box.  Finally, when she could delay no longer, she looked directly at Guy and tears again sprang to her eyes.  At the sight of this, Guy started to waver. Kelly again offered to change places, “No; you will get your time sooner or later” Jan said. Still seated in a kitchen chair and hoping his erection wasn’t obvious, Guy pushed his chair back from the table.

Like in a trance, Jan came to him.

What Jan lacked in stoicism, she made up in character and bravery. “Please” she said urgently between soft sobs, “do a good job and get it over with; even if I beg you to stop”.  A million conflicting emotions and impulses ran through Guy, most of which he was too young to understand.  There was a strong impulse that made him want to spank that firm, tiny, feminine behind, but there was also a human part of him that was reluctant to cause his friend pain.  Even Jan felt conflicting emotions.  She was clearly afraid of being spanked, but she was also somehow curious about what it would be like to be spanked by a boy.  Plus, there was something else.  She couldn’t put her finger on it, and she would never admit it; but somehow, on some level, she NEEDED this spanking.

In the end, there was no contest; peer pressure settled the issue for both of them.  The spanking was going to happen!  Nervous as a young colt, and with her stomach “flipping” furiously, Jan climbed onto Guy’s lap, but then Guy realized that something wasn’t right.  Jan’s butt was on the wrong side of his lap. Everyone laughed nervously as Guy urged Jan back up on her feet and guided her over to his other side. Again bent over Guy’s lap, her sobbing grew louder as she gripped the chair legs and prepared for her ordeal. Tom, who happened to be sitting to Guy’s right, suddenly realized that he had the best seat in the house as he stared spellbound, at the perfect angle to view new secrets of Jan’s body.

Guy started out with the familiar five slow, hard, spanks.  Jan reacted to these with loud yelps and some energetic butt-wriggling.  Then Guy started at his job in earnest.  Compared to an adult, Guy wasn’t strong, and was certainly no experienced spanker, but he was determined to give a good account of himself.  Jan’s yelps gradually morphed into genuine sobs and then outright cries.  Her movements became more and more frantic has she fruitlessly tried to move her bottom out of range of Guy’s busy hand.  “Stop! Stop! Oh Stop Please!” she wailed as her right hand came back to protect her rapidly reddening bottom.  She could only protect one mound at a time, so for several seconds Guy simply spanked alternate cheeks while Jan’s hand moved back and forth trying to protect the cheek that currently hurt the most.  Finally he stopped for a moment to trap Jan’s hand in the small of her back, (as his father had done to him on several unhappy occasions). He glanced up meaningfully at Kelley and Tom, but received two “thumbs down” signals meaning he should continue the spanking.  Guy resumed his job, raining new spanks on Jan’s unprotected tush.

Jan’s legs splayed, suddenly treating Tom to a wide-open view usually reserved for medical doctors and lovers.  Both Tom and Guy were now dealing with what they knew as “boners”. Guy was feeling a new and delightful pressure against his erection as Jan struggled on his lap.  Tom was longing for privacy so he could touch his “thing” in the same manner as he did under the sheets at night. Even Kelly was feeling a new, unexplainable, sensation in her groin.

Jan’s cries became louder and louder and her movements even more urgent.  She managed to interrupt her spanking momentarily by curling her legs up over her bottom.  Without being asked, Tom gently restrained her ankles and brought them back down to the horizontal.

The spanking resumed yet again.    

Totally helpless and with a bright red bottom, Jan finally started to give up the fight.  She lay still, absorbing the continuing rain of spanks on her bare bottom with little more than incoherent sobs. It was obvious to all that the spanking was nearly over.  Guy looked up for approval and was greeted by two “thumbs up” gestures.  The spanking finally over, Guy released the well-spanked girl.

To the astonishment of the boys, Jan jumped to her feet and did a “spanked brat” dance trying to wriggle and rub the pain out of her burning bottom, her tears and cries returned as if she were again being soundly spanked.  Kelly sprang up to hug and comfort her friend.  

“I told you I would take it for you” Kelly said.

“No, I’m glad it’s over” Jan sobbed.

Kelly had a sudden thought: “Do your parents put lotion on your bottom after a spanking?” she asked quietly.  

“Yes” Jan sniffed.  

“Where is it?”  

“On my Mom’s dresser’” She sobbed.  

Happy to do something to make amends, Guy jumped up to find the lotion.  He had no problem finding the bottle, noting that it sat right next to a hefty-looking hairbrush.  Guy handed the lotion to Kelly, who took her stricken friend into the bathroom to apply the lotion. Although he would have liked to see more of Jan’s red bottom, Guy made the grand, gallant gesture of knocking and handing the pile of Jan’s clothing through the bathroom door.         

The two girls finally emerged from the bathroom, Jan looking considerably recovered.  With a furtive look at the clock, she suggested that they clean up all evidence of their presence inside the house and “all get outside before we get caught”.

Jan’s ordeal was over: Who was next? 

Cintinue to Part 2 

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