Introduction© Y Lee Coyote

This isn’t a story in the usual sense but a series of excerpts from a twelve-year-old girl’s emails to her pen pal about her clandestine observations of her new neighbors.  They are chronological but not consecutive days.

 
Excerpt #1

I got to see my new neighbors today as expected.  I think that the boys are fifteen and thirteen and the girl eleven.  I wonder if the boys or the girl will get the room opposite mine.  If the former then it will be great to observe the boys but I will have to be careful that they don’t spy on me.

 
Excerpt #2

Yesterday’s mystery is solved.  It’s the boys’ room.  I’m looking forward to seeing things.

 
Excerpt #3

I was walking home when my new neighbor drove into his driveway.  He immediately got out of his car and bellowed “Russ!”  The young boy ran from the backyard and immediately got scolded for leaving his bike in the driveway.  “Put it away immediately and wait for me in your room.” he growled at the end.  As soon as the bike was stowed, the boy ran into the house and the man parked his car and followed.

I had heard that “wait in your room” bit when my friends’ brothers were in deep trouble so I rushed my own room to see whatever.  I scrunched down under the window and watched from between my flower pots where I wouldn’t be seen especially with the lights outs and the curtains drawn.

I missed the beginning for by the time I was watching, Russ was just in his underwear.  It was thrilling as he pulled off his tee shirt and then pushed his undies down and stepped out of them giving me my first look at his body including his boy bits.  He was no longer a baby for he had a big crop of pubes and his penis was far bigger than those of the little and baby boys I had seen.  He then went and stood in the corner with his hands on his head.

My heart was racing in anticipation of the spanking that was surely to come and that I would witness.  I doubt that Russ was looking forward to the event as eagerly as I was.

Soon his dad came into the room and called Russ from the corner.  He stood in front of his angry dad for a lecture before he was pulled over his dad’s lap.  I was very lucky for I was looking directly at his rear end.  If he knew, I wonder if he would have liked that he was mooning me?

Then the spanking began and I’m sure that there was only one thing on his mind as his dad’s hand smacked his bare bottom.  I could even make out a hand print forming before the barrage of spanks blurred it.  By the time he was sent back to the corner his entire bottom had turned first pink and then cherry red just like they say in the stories.

Need I say that it was terribly exciting beyond words?

I must confess, dear friend, that I was soaking aroused and was fingering myself before the tenth spank.

 
Excerpt #4

I was surfing when the quiet of the day was shattered by a loud yelling.  Looking up I saw that it was Irving, the older boy, yelling at his brother to get out of the room.  Even though it was their shared room, Russ quickly left apparently sensing that big bro’s angry demeanor was best to be avoided.

Irving quickly stripped and found a corner to stand in.  WHOOPIE!  Another spanking to see.  Irving was very unhappy about it while I was, of course, delighted.  I noticed that the older brother’s body was not as nice nor as well-conditioned as his younger brother’s and his penis was even a bit smaller.

I wondered if Irving calmed down during his long wait for his dad or just got even angrier.  No way for me to know.

Dad was also angry and yelled at Irving for some time before having him hand him his heavy belt from his jeans and then bend over the chair.  Dad folded the belt and started swinging.  A red stripe appeared on his butt and then more with each cut.  They quickly merged and I was soon reminded of bright red apples.

At first he managed to keep quiet but after a few lashes, he yelled for each one.  It was terribly exciting, even more so than the OTK spanking of his brother.  Need I mention where my hand was and how wet I was?

I even enjoyed watching him do corner time.

 
Excerpt #5

The two boys were in their room and were play wrestling in just their underpants.  It was just about the same as the little boys I had seen doing the same except, of course, they had more interesting bodies.

I was about to stop watching when Irving gave Russ a whack on his butt.  He was laughing so I guess it was an ‘I gotcha little bro’ moment.

Apparently Russ did not agree and fought back harder.  Russ not only turned the tables but achieved complete control.  He then returned that whack several times over by giving big bro a mess of spanks.  Those whacks seemed quite forceful and satisfying.  Then he ended the play.

Their expressions told the story for one was frowning and the other grinning.

 
Excerpt #6

When I got off the school bus and headed home the bros were walking a bit behind me and talking louder than they should have to have maintained their privacy.  Irving was bitching about gym class.  Apparently things got wild and the Coach was pissed and used his paddle in the shower.  “My ass is killing me.  It was six HARD stingers.  I want the Sportscreme^® as soon as we get in.”

I immediately imagined his butt glowing like the stop lights at an RR crossing and rushed ahead hoping for the matinee.  I was not disappointed.

As soon as they got to their bedroom, Irving dropped his jeans and boxers and plopped down on his bed.  I could hear Russ’s whistle of horror at the way his brother’ swollen tail glowed just like I had imagined but with signs of bruising also.  I could see how gently he rubbed the analgesic cream on.  Then he fetched a washcloth which presumably was cold and laid it on the fire.

I had heard talk in school about how vicious the Coach was and now I really understood why.  I did not find any joy in such brutality especially compared with the playfully traded spanks of their wrestling game.

 
Excerpt #7

Today I reminded that spankings are NOT fun and that they HURT a lot.  I was enjoying watching Russ get his bottom roasted when my mom walked in with a batch of laundry and saw me.  She was furious and I immediately got a lecture and a date with dad for a spanking later.  The most horrid part was that I had to go apologize to the two boys and invite then to watch from their room.

They were very cool about it.  Irving actually thanked me for the invitation and added they were sure to attend like I had invited them to tea.  I was horrified!  At the appointed time I opened my curtain (parental edict), turned on the lights, undressed and got into the corner.  They were at their window grinning and had binoculars hanging from their necks to better observe me.

After a while dad came and called me from the corner and then following a lecture he took me over his lap with my derriere facing the boys.  I howled at the first spank but dad was holding me in position so that I couldn’t move except to kick.  I lost track of the spanks because of the pain and soon was crying.  I even stopped worrying that they could see my privates as I flailed my legs for the nonce.

It was very different doing corner time than it was watching the boys do it especially since I knew they had watched everything close up with their binoculars.

I’m dreading seeing them tomorrow.

 
Excerpt #8

At the school bus stop in following morning, the boys greeted me and asked how my bottom was very softly which keep it private.

I don’t think that they said anything at school since there wasn’t any indications that anyone else knows.

One other thing my window curtain has disappeared. <sigh>

 
Excerpt #9

Last week I made a major error.  I was not well and thus did not study properly for a test and even though I was still feeling ill went to school anyway and, surprise, got an F on the test.  A big red F means that my rear will soon match.

Since I have to invite the boys to watch any spanking until I get my window curtain back, as we approached our houses getting home from school bus stop, I told them that I was due a tail roasting and invited them to observe.

They both smiled and Irving said “We’ll be delighted to attend your spanking party.  Actually, we hadn’t seen much of you lately.  We hope you won’t hide so much in the future as we missed seeing you.”

A few hours later I got undressed with them watching before mom came in with her big nasty hairbrush.  “Neglecting your school work is very naughty so you’re getting this spanking, young lady.”

Mom then sat on the chair and hauled me over her lap.  She gave me a lecture alternating words and spanks with her hand.  Then it was that vicious hair brush that quickly turned me into a blubbering baby.

I was sent to the corner and saw that the boys were smiling as the show ended.

 
Excerpt #10

In the morning my rear was still hurting.  The boys were sympathetic and gave me some cream that would give me some relief although I reminded how hard the bus seats are.  Once in school I went to the rest room and in the privacy of a stall rubbed some cream in.  After while the pain lessened.  That was good.

I remembered to thank the boys as we got home and they said “You’re welcome and we hope to see more of you.” with very smirky grins.