Tales of Brian's Bare Tail 1: The Christmas Tale (F/m,
M/fm, Santa, otk, very public, nc)
by Nialos Leaning
copyright 1996 by Nialos Leaning, all rights reserved.
Commercial distribution or reproduction in any form,
including electronic means, may only be done with the
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reproduction of this story is strongly encouraged. All
distribution, reposting and reproduction must be without
alteration of this story in any way, must include this
entire copyright notice, and must retain in their
entireties the following statements:
"The following story, which depicts several spankings of
minors, is intended for ADULTS ONLY. If you are not of a
legal age in your locality to view such material do not
read further, do not save this story, but do immediately
shut down your computer and report to your parents for a
well deserved bare bottom spanking."
"If you don't like stories of preteens being spanked,
then don't read this story. Please do understand that
some of us, including the author, enjoy such fantasy
material."
"This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of
adults. At least, the author hopes they will enjoy it.
Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be
illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful,
unacceptable or undesirable. Not wishing to earn a
spanking or two, Nialos Leaning neither advocates,
condones or personally engages in any such behavior."
"Being a politically incorrect type, Nialos declines to
state a personal opinion concerning real life spanking of
children. Nialos does, however, remind readers that this
story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality."
"Complements and constructive criticism always welcome.
Flamers will be charged a $250.00 processing fee per
flame message received and subject to a severe bare
bottom spanking by any and are citizens of Assville."
If interest is favorable, there will be further "Tales of
Brian's Bare Tail." I do also have other, non-Brian
stories under development.
Now, without further ado, before this disclaimer stuff
becomes longer then the story (and earns Nialos a sound
spanking for boring everyone to tears), on with Brian's
Christmas tale of his bare tail. Enjoy!
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Tales of Brian's Bare Tail: The Christmas Tale
by Nialos Leaning
"That does it young man, you're getting a spanking
right now," exploded the irate Mrs. Evans while dragging
her son over to a bench near the mall entrance. Brian
had been acting up all morning. Complaining about coming
to the mall to have his picture taken with Santa.
Talking back. Sulking. Fighting with his seven year old
sister, Stacey. And, now, the final straw, hitting
Stacey hard enough to make her cry.
Ten year old Brian's protests were to no avail.
His mom ordered him to immediately remove his jeans.
Brian, by now lightly crying, hesitated, "But mom,
everyone will see! Can't we wait until we get home?"
"No, it can't wait. You didn't wait to call your
sister names or to hit her. You'll get those pants off
right this second if you know what's good for you. Do
It!" Brian knew that resistance would only earn him a
second, more severe spanking from his dad. Quickly
shucking off his jeans, he left them laying on the
ground.
"Shirt, too," ordered Brian's mom. Brian's shirt
soon joined his jeans on the concrete sidewalk. Brian
was now clad in only his underpants and footwear. He had
not worn an undershirt on this warm December day.
"You know better then to leave your clothes laying
around," Mrs. Evans told her son, "give them to me." The
embarrassed Brian handed his clothes to his mom, who
quickly deposited them into her oversized purse.
"Please, please, mom, don't make me walk around the
mall in my underpants," pleaded an increasingly desperate
Brian. It would be too embarrassing to go around the
mall with everyone seeing his Power Ranger underpants.
This would be especially true sitting on Santa's lap.
Brian didn't really believe in Santa anymore, or so he
told his parents and friends. But, deep down, he wasn't
all that quite sure. Seven year old Stacey, however,
still fully believed, without any doubts. Despite all
their fighting, he did love his sister. That's why he'd
agreed to come visit Santa. Besides, he didn't want to
take any chances on there actually being a real Santa.
And, his parents wanted a picture of him and Stacey
sitting on Santa's lap for their Christmas cards.
"No, you're not going to be showing off the Power
Rangers in the mall, but right now it's time to get this
spanking started." Mrs. Evans reached over and pulled
her son over her knees. Brian was relieved to learn that
he wouldn't be in his underpants on the family Christmas
cards. At the same time, he was becoming more and more
anxious, anticipating the pain his mom was about to cause
his butt.
By now, a small crowd, including three kids he knew
from school, had gathered around. Becoming aware of his
audience, Brian's embarrassment rose and he started
crying harder. Worse of all, his mom didn't seem to care
at all about the onlookers. He had never been spanked
outside before, or in front of anyone but family. At
least he wasn't bare bottom, like he and Stacey were
always spanked at home.
"You made Stacey cry, now it's time to make you
cry," his mom said as she suddenly began spanking. She
rapidly and repeatedly brought her hand down hard on
Brian's bottom. After just six spanks, Brian was kicking
and wailing away. He was vaguely aware of his
schoolmates taunting him, until their parents told them
to stop if they didn't want the same medicine.
After another six spanks, Brian was unabashedly
sobbing and begging his mom to stop, "Please, please, no
more, stop, it hurts!" But, Mrs. Evans ignoring her
son's pleads, continued until she'd delivered a full dose
of twenty hard hand spanks. After the twentieth spank,
she put Brian back on his feet. Brian furiously sobbing
and dancing around, immediately started rubbing his
bottom through his underpants. He was completely oblivious
of his audience, several of whom were applauding his mom.
Others were favorably commenting on her technique. Brian
could feel his face getting red, again.
Mrs. Evans grasped her son by the shoulders,
ordering him to, "drop those hands and stand still!"
Brian did his best to comply, but couldn't stop hopping
from foot to foot. "Have you learned your lesson?"
mother asked son.
"Yes," answered the still sobbing Brian.
"We'll see," said Mrs. Evans. "Will you ever hit
your sister again?"
"NO, NEVER," shouted Brian in painful reply.
"I hope not," said his mom. "Now, give me those
underpants." Brian was too shocked to do anything but
continue to cry. "This instant, young man, we all want
to see if that butt of yours has learned its lesson."
"But mom," Brian gasped between sobs, "it's against
the law to be naked outside." This statement caused
Stacey to giggle and several onlookers to laugh outright.
To this, Mrs. Evans asked her son, "What is today's
date?"
"December first," responded Brian, realization and
horror dawning simultaneously.
"That's right," his mom briskly replied. "the day
the law our parents group had passed takes effect. The
one that makes it clear that it's not illegal to give
kids bare bottom spankings."
"But, but," sputtered the still sobbing Brian,
"that's inside, in our house, not out here."
"The law," explained the now almost gloating Mrs.
Evans, "says that as part of a punishment, children can
be naked in public. It is NOT against the law, so
underpants off, NOW!"
"But, but," Brian started to say, only to be sharply
cut off by his mom.
"The only but I want to hear is your bare butt.
Last warning, get those underpants off. If I have to
take them off you, you know what your dad will do. You
can be certain that I will make sure he does it center
court at the basketball game tomorrow. Underpants off!"
At this threat from his mom, Brian very quickly
faced his mom and removed his underpants. As his now
pink bare bottom came into sight, his schoolmates jeered
and several people clapped and whistled. It was
embarrassing enough to be naked in front of these people.
But, if his dad spanked him bare at the arena, that would
be much more horrible, in front of twenty thousand fans
and a national television audience. Better these few
people saw his everything then the whole country!
Brian was holding his underpants in his right hand.
He didn't want to take a chance that if he dropped them
to the ground, his mom would put them in her purse along
with his other clothes.
"All right young man," Mrs. Evans said as she began
positioning Brian over her lap, "let's see if this can
turn your bottom as red as your face." Brian's sobbing
became much louder as he caught sight of the hairbrush in
his mom's hand. She must have put it in her bag before
we left, he thought. Brian hated that hairbrush. It
wasn't a dinky plastic thing, it had a wooden back almost
as thick as his ping pong paddle and hurt something
terrible.
"No mom! Don't! Please! I've had enough! I've
learned my lesson. I told you I did! Please!" pleaded
the increasingly distraught ten year old.
"I'll decide when you've had enough, when you've
learned your lesson," his mom replied just before
bringing the first hard stinging spank down on Brian's
pink bottom. A bottom that wasn't going to be pink for
much longer, she wryly though to herself. A bottom that
was going to be very red, very hot, and very sore when
she was finished with it.
"No more! Please! Stop it! I Can't stand it!" the
pleas came from Brian, as his mom spanked him rapid fire
style. The heat, stinging and pain in his bare behind
was unbearable. His crying in very short order became
what could only be described as wailing, then howling.
But, still his mom punished his bottom.
After what seemed to Brian an eternity, his mom
stopped and stood him back up. He hopped and danced
about madly, furiously rubbing his blazing backside.
Before he completely realized what was happening, she
spun him around so that he was facing the onlookers.
Brian's hands flew down to cover up his genitals.
Swiftly, Brian's mom slapped his hands away. "Try
to cover up again, and you'll stay naked until New
Year's. Get those hands behind your head and apologize
to these people for making them watch your spanking."
"I'm sorry you had to see me spanked," the still
crying and now very red faced Brian told his audience in
a low voice.
"We can't hear you, louder!" ordered Mrs. Evans.
"I'm sorry you had to see me spanked," repeated
Brian between sobs in a much loader voice.
"And what else?" demanded his mom.
Brian became even more red faced from shame, knowing
this routine well from home. "I'm sorry you had to see me
naked, that you had to see my privates."
At this last pronouncement, Brian's schoolmates and
Stacey both began giggling uncontrollably. Many of the
adult onlookers were chuckling, most of the rest smiling,
at Brian's obvious discomfort and embarrassment.
Brian continued dancing a frantic jig accompanied by
loud, strident wailing and howling. He gave no
indication that he would be abating his performance
anytime some. "Brian, we all appreciate your
entertaining us with your dancing, but we do have an
appointment with Santa's photographer. Unless you want
an encore with my hairbrush, calm down so we can go."
It took almost another two minutes, with his mom
nagging him all the way, before Brian was able to achieve
some semblance of control. He was still crying,
sometimes emitting a load sob, jiggling from foot to
foot, and rubbing his red hot bottom for all get out.
Both he and his mom spotted at the same time the
underpants laying on the ground.
"Young man, what did I tell you about throwing your
clothes on the ground? Give me those underpants right
this instant!" sternly demanded Mrs. Evans. Brian, not
willing to risk a further dosing of the hairbrush, was
very fast to comply. "We'll just put these in here to
keep your other things company," his mom said as his
underpants disappeared into her purse.
"Please, mom, please, Can't I put my underwear back
on?" asked a thoroughly agitated Brian. His head was a
jumble of confused, panicked thoughts. She wouldn't make
him sit naked on Santa's lap for the picture, she just
couldn't. Knowing his mom, she'd probably make sure that
all his private stuff in front showed. He'd die, knowing
his relatives and friends would all get to see his
"everything," as he called his privates.
"Come on mom, you're not going to make me get my
picture taken this way, are you?" asked a not very
hopeful Brian.
"I most certainly am," replied Mrs. Evans. "You
know the rules, after a spanking you have to stay bare
for at least two hours." Actually, she also planned to
keep him nude on the bus ride home, in the hopes he
wouldn't act up again. That news she would tell him
later, after their visit to Santa was done.
"It's time to see Santa," Mrs. Evans told her
children, ushering them into the mall, holding Brian's
hand like he was a small toddler. Brian gave a start as
he spotted the Houlihans approaching. The thirteen year
old twins, Patrick and Kathy, were stark naked and
crying. Brian couldn't help but stare. He'd seem his
sister bare many times, of course. But, never before had
he a chance to see an older girl nude. He noticed her
budding breasts and especially the pubic hair over her
vulva. He also compared himself to Patrick. Patrick's
privates were much bigger than his, but were no where
near as big as Brian's dad or sixteen year old cousin,
Pete. Patrick, like his sister, and unlike Brian, also
sported a small bush of pubic hair.
"I see," said Brian's mom to Mr. and Mrs. Houlihan,
"that you didn't waste anytime taking advantage of our
little law."
"Just like you, I would say, Nancy," replied the
twins mother. "We all worked hard to get that law
passed, so when these two acted up, there was no way they
were going to avoid their just deserts." The twins
blushed deeply as their mother ordered, "Turn around you
two, show Mrs. Evans what happens to uppity teenagers."
The twins, fearful of further punishment, turned around.
Brian gasped at the sight. Both bottoms were a very deep
red, with a purple mark visible on Patrick's right cheek.
Brian wondered if his butt looked like that, it certainly
felt like it!
"Very well done!" exclaimed Mrs. Evans. "Mary,
you'll have to call me tonight and tell me all about it."
"Be glad to," replied Mrs. Houlihan. "But for now,
we have to get on over to my sister's house."
"Just a minute, before you go," said Brian's mom.
"Brian, show them your bottom." Once again on this
horrid morning, it was Brian's turn to become red faced.
Brian turned, showing off his own red rear.
"Nice job, Nancy," said the twins mother, "even if
not as thorough as these two. I do hear that if you
want, Santa over there can remedy that. Call you
tonight." With those parting remarks, the Houlihans left
the mall.
Remembering what Mrs. Houlihan had said, Brian
approached the waiting line for Santa with his stomach
feeling like it was doing flip flops even faster than
Superman's speeding bullet. It took a few seconds for it
to register that the girl two spaces ahead of him was
bare from the waist down. Her bottom, however, was still
very much white in color. Brian recognized her as that
bratty Samatha Collins. She and her mother, a single
parent, were their next door neighbors. Sammy, as
everyone called her, was in the fourth grade at his
school. Brian smiled at her predicament, remembering
that she had been one of the kids watching his very
recent spanking. His spirits soared as he gleefully
thought of Santa spanking Sammy the brat. Just as fast,
his spirits deflated with the realization that Santa was
probably going to spank him too.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Brian's mom
asked Mrs. Collins.
"Sammy's been just terrible for the past week,"
answered Samatha's parent. "You know that I wasn't
supportive of your groups efforts for this new spanking
law. But, when I saw your little show outside the mall
with Brian, I realized that Sammy could use a dose of
that same medicine."
"You're absolutely right," replied Mrs. Evans. "I'm
curious, though. I see you haven't spanked her yet."
"I have no experience with that kind of thing," Mrs.
Collins told Brian's mother. "When I heard from Mary
Houlihan that Santa would spank any bare bottoms that
came up to him, I decided to leave the job to someone who
knew what they were doing."
"Over Santa's lap is Brian's fate, too," chuckled
his mom. "And, a most embarrassing picture for our
Christmas card." Brian gulped, his heart sinking to his
knees, as he heard his worse fears confirmed.
"A picture," exclaimed Sammy's mom, "I hadn't
thought of that!" "An excellent idea!"
"Tell you what," Mrs. Evans said, "the next few
times either of mine need correcting, I'll call you so
you and Sammy can come over. You can learn what to do,
and even practice some on their butts. Sammy can see
what misbehavior brings."
"Great! Let's make it a two way deal. When Sammy's
due for a red butt, I want you all to come over and
watch. I also want you and Tom to demonstrate technique
for me on her little backside."
Hearing these invitations exchanged between their
mothers, both Brian and Sammy were rapidly blushing a
deep red. Brian did not like this one bit, Sammy the
brat seeing him getting spanked bare, and her mom helping
to warm up his bottom. On the other hand, he did relish
the idea of seeing the brat getting similar treatment.
After a few more moments of waiting, Sammy made her
way up to Santa. Santa made her stand between his legs,
facing the crowd. She had to tell everyone why she
deserved this spanking. She was crying hard by the end
of her recital of misdeeds. Santa then placed her over
his lap, produced a thick ruler, and started pounding
away on her exposed fanny. Sammy cried, Sammy wailed,
Sammy howled, Sammy kicked her legs unabashedly, Sammy
pleaded, Sammy begged, and Sammy promised to never be
naughty again, all to no avail. Santa didn't stop until
her mom said, "enough." At that instant, the
photographer snapped a picture of Sammy laying across
Santa's lap, displaying her cherry red bottom and a
little of her most intimate parts. After all that, Sammy
had to sit on Santa's lap, even though she didn't feel
like sitting, and tell him what she wanted for Christmas.
Much sooner than he wanted, Brian found himself
going through the same routine as Sammy. Once Brian
finished confessing his sins to the world, Santa put him
over his lap. "Your mom says that she wants your
backside matching the color of my suit," Santa informed
Brian and onlookers alike. With that comment made, Santa
commenced working his ruler magic on Brian's already sore
bottom. The ruler was very quick to rekindle a blazing
fire in Brian's already ravished hind quarters.
Brian gave a magnificent repeat performance of his
earlier show outside the mall. His reactions were so
identical to Sammy's, it was as if the two enemies had
rehearsed together. His howls were being clearly heard
at either end of the mall, bringing a smile to many
parents faces and a terrible sense of dread to many a
child.
When Santa finally stopped his torment of Brian's
behind, it did indeed glow a bright red, closely matching
the red of Santa's suit. To the amusement of the crowd,
Santa heartily shouted out, "with a behind so bright,
maybe I should give Rudolph a rest and let Brian guide my
sleigh!"
Like Sammy, Brian had to sit on the now jolly
Santa's lap and tell what he wanted for Christmas. While
Stacey was on Santa's lap, Brian's mom made him stand
next to Santa, facing the crowd, with hands on his head.
As he had done outside the mall, once again Brian danced
a most impressive dance for a most appreciative audience.
Once Stacey was done with her requests, it was time
to pose for the Christmas Card picture. As Evans family
tradition required, Stacey was on Santa's left lap, the
still bawling Brian on Santa's right lap. Both children
were facing forward, with legs dangling over Santa's
thighs. Santa held an arm against each child, in a
friendly embrace. Just before the photograph was taken,
Santa dropped his right leg slightly and lifted Brian
just a tad, thus ensuring that all of Brian's glory would
be visible in the picture.
On the bus ride home, Brian's mom wouldn't listen to
her still naked son's protests about putting that
picture on their Christmas card. His frenzy kept
climbing and climbing, culminating with Brian finally
shouting out for the whole bus to hear, "you can't, you
just can't put a picture showing my everything on the
card, you can't!"
After giving him another minute to rant and rave,
Brian's mom decided it was a time to put a stop to his
latest hysterical performance. "Young man, I've heard
enough already. We're using the picture, and that's
that. Another word from you, and I'll spank you right
here, here now. Not another, word, do you hear me, young
man?" Brian, fighting back the tears, stopped his
protesting. He didn't want his mom to give his still
very sore and heated bottom another spanking, and
especially not on the bus. For the rest of the way home,
Brian didn't make another sound, except for an occasional
sob.
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The Evans family Christmas Card, complete with
photograph showing Brian's everything,' as he put it,
was a big hit. Many a parent put it up on their family
room wall, as a reminder to their own offspring as to the
consequences of misbehaving.
As to Brian, he resolved to never, ever again earn a
public spanking. It was just too embarrassing. Being a
typical ten year old boy, he was, of course, unable to
keep this resolution. But, those tales of Brian's bare
tail are for another time.
The end, a very red end for Brian, until Brian's bare
tail reveals another tale.