Revolutionary Boys (And Girl) for bobby

[bobby]

Lucinda scolded her little brother loudly, so loudly that bobby blushed and tears ran down his cheeks, and the men in the room leaned against the walls, smoking pipes and enjoying the scene of a Big Brother doing a man's job with a naughty little young'un, little more than a babe.

Lucinda told bobby to open his mouth and when he obeyed she removed the bar of soap. She used one of the rags to wipe his mouth, but offered him no water to rinse.

"It tastes awful!" the tiny boy wailed.

Lucinda watched the men watching her. She made an immediate decision. Before one and all she sat bobby on her knee and took the over-large pants off of his feet, leaving him bare from the waist down.

She took up the peach switch and thought that perhaps, before she put on the new britches and suspenders, she might just give her baby brother's rump a few good licks with her switch. Just to keep him in line and the other men in AWE.

Yay! This is getting uber good. Please continue. ^_^

[XiaolinLilith]

"It's supposed to, little brother! And this...well, this is to keep you in line, young man!" Lucinda crowed as she bent Bobby over her knee--once again--and applied several stinging licks with the whippy little switch.

SSSSSS-SMACK!!

SSSSSS-SPLAT!!

SSSSSS-SMACK!!

The sound was like a dozen angry hornets, and the sting in Lucinda's bawling baby brother's bottom was even closer. "Are you gonna go off cussin' a blue streak anymore, Bobby?" she asked, a tiny smug smile crossing her face at the men's admiring glances.

[bobby]

Three red lines criss crossed the little fanny as bobby wailed loudly and kicked his feet.

The little boy was instantly reduced to tears again as he struggled across his Big Brother's knee.

The peach switch stung horribly and bobby couldn't help shouting, "YOW! BAAAWW! IT HURTS LIKE BLOODY HELL!"

There were chuckles from some of the men and James walked over a short pipe smoking in his hand.

He put the pipe in his mouth and talked around the stem. He traced the red welts on bobby's bare fanny with one finger.

"Boy, you don't criss cross em," he said, as if he were an expert with a switch (which he was). You aim carefully and put them parallel and as close together as possible. And low. Keep it low. I guarantee that you switch this little devil's bare bottom reg'lar enough and he'll stop that cussing. Here let me have him, and I'll show you how to do it RIGHT!"

[XiaolinLilith]

"Have at it, sir. And Bobby, you THANK my commanding officer for every lick you get!" she ordered, knowing it'd be even worse for her little brother to have to thank the person doing the whipping...

She did not allow Bobby the modesty of his oversized pants but simply plopped him like a sack of potatoes over James' lap. "Shall I have him count them as well, sir?" she asked, to a wail of protest from Bobby and scattered laughter from the men and little ladies of the household.

A little sister or cousin with small bright bird eyes examined 'Louis' and Bobby carefully and made a face. "James! You got an awful...fem'nine recruit with his li'l brother there...ain't he girly-looking? Thought you was recruitin' men to free our land!" The girl laughed tartly and Lucinda gave a small squeak of surprise.

Oh--oh no!! I'm not THAT easy to figure out, am I?! I should have...um...flattened them out or ripped a few seams before I left...this isn't good..."Well...I hate to be rude, but I thought James would have more civilized relations, young lady." Lucinda said sweetly. The girl spluttered angrily and mouthed I've got my eye on ya...

[bobby]

James expertly received bobby in his lap angling the little boy so that he lay not across both legs, but along one long thigh, his little legs hanging to each side of James' leg. bobby upper torso was tucked under James' left arm while he flourished the peach switch in his right.

"This is the correct position for a good switching!" James said, using the switch to indicate to Lucinda/Louis how well her baby brother's bottom was presented.

Then James waved the switch at the outspoken little girl and frowning said, "Betsy Jane, you get yourself out to the woodshed and tuck up those skirts. I'll be back there in a few minutes to tend to you as well. Let's see how sassy you are when I got your drawers down and you're in the same position as little bobby here! Skeedaddle!"

Bursting into tears, Betsy Jane fled the room, only stopping to turn her head and stick her tongue out at Lucinda.

"Saw that!" James yelled. "You get extra!"

Another wail from Betsy Jane and she disappeared out of the back door.

"Now, to attend to this babe's bottom!" James said determinedly.

He sketched, with the switch where he intended to land each strike.

"Here, here, here and here!" he said. Tracing lines at the lower part of bobby's chubby little fanny, the last two stripes would land in that most tender of places where fanny joined thigh.

bobby wiggled under James' arm and cried out, "Oh, don't beat me, Sir! I'm sorry for cussin'. I can't help it! It just comes nat'ral to me!"

"Oh does it, my little man. Well Uncle James will take that out of you!"

[XiaolinLilith]

Lucinda sighed and crossed her arms at Betsy Jane's rudeness (she felt a rather smug bit of happiness that James hadn't investigated Betsy's claims further), but soon focused on James' and Bobby's positioning. "Yessir. He's not gonna be able to sit down for a week...or even think of swearing again!" She grinned.

"Now show me how it's done in your household, sir!" She watched intently, green doe-eyes glittering in anticipation. She absentmindedly folded Bobby's pants and held onto them for him--not that he'd want them after James was through with him. Wool could be downright unpleasant on a well-striped fanny...

[bobby]

James shifted the little boy slightly to get an even better grip on him. He also lifted his leg slightly by pushing up on his toe. bobby's round little fanny was well presented for the switch.

WHI-I-I-T!
WHI-I-I-T!
WHI-I-I-T!

Three times the peach switch cut across the little boy's fanny. James took his time and there were several seconds between each lick.

bobby screeched when the first stinger landed and burst into wailing tears at the second and third.

James only gave the boy three more, making sure they didn't overlap (he didn't want any bleeding) and that the last two landed on the tender skin of the little boy's upper thighs.

bobby's little fanny had deep red lines that radiated redness to his entire bare bottom.

"Now you tell yer Big Brother and yer Uncle James what you just learned, son," James said sternly.

It took bobby a little time to calm down and stop sobbing, but after he'd hiccuped several times, the little boy said, "I ain't a gonna cuss NO MORE!" he wailed emphatically.

"And what'll happen if ya do?" James said, not releasing the tiny boy.

bobby cried again, "You or muh brother will gimme a lickin'!"

"That's for sure!" James said. He lifted bobby off his lap and stood him in front of him. The little boy immediately grabbed his fanny and began the familiar after spanking little boy dance. Two of the men clapped their hands to give the freshly whipped boy a beat and one took out a juke's harp and played a tune.

Lol. Great job! This is getting better and better as I read it. I like how your so descripitive with how he spanks Bobby and bobby you seem to know alot about spankings. I like the techinque you used in the story.

[XiaolinLilith]

"...You just keep that in mind next time you feel like cussin', little brother!" Luce scolded, smiling as she did so. She wasn't tired at all after that lovely show, and watched her brother hop around rubbing his little tush in front of all the other children, men and ladies.

"James, is that a very common occurrence 'round this household?" she asked, adjusting her hat (it may have looked a little odd, but why take a chance on everyone seeing?). "'Cause you sure seem skilled with that little twig..." A few of the children glanced at Lucinda and quickly turned back to each other, tittering and nibbling on bread in the corner.

"...May I have this dance, sir?" a little girl asked Lucinda, walking up and pulling her away from the boys. She had dark eyes and a little scar on her cheek. "You're handsome!" she crowed, dancing to the merry little tune while attempting to drag Lucinda away from the men.

"James...! I'll be back in a second...." Lucinda called over her shoulder.

"Thank you, ma'am, but...I've two left feet..." Luce protested, looking desperately back at James and trying her best to dance. Mama hadn't taught her anything about this...what if she stepped on someone's toes or her hat fell off or something...and what if BOBBY bumped into the lady of the house's fragile vases and broke something in his hopping about? I can't dance, little girl...why'd you have to pick me of all people?!