Chapter 14: Tampon String Between Red Cheeks

Ice Skater it was only when I went to college in the east that I became aware there were other teens that bared their bottoms during high school too. Connie gave me the following account.

My name is Connie and I have two crazy brothers. My youngest brother, Calvin had actually managed to get spanked by our mom with her round wooden paddle she used to spank his little butt. How does one get spanked during holiday break, you ask? I was at home from college, but my days were filled with preparation for the upcoming Olympic Games with my country’s ladies skating team.

Bud, my other immature brother took notice of the red and light purple bruised condition of his little brother’s bottom. We both saw what mom had done to Calvin’s butt when Calvin snuck down from the attic. He went first down the hall too Bud’s room.

“What do you want, butt wipe,” Bud snidely asked. However, after Calvin pulled down his shorts, even Bud was impressed. He suggested Calvin go across the hall to my room and see if I had some Vaseline lotion with Aloe to sooth his swollen red bottom.

That’s how Calvin wound up in my bedroom having his bright red and lightly purple bruised poor bottom. After Calvin showed me his spanked bottom and the number my mom’s round wooden paddle had done on his little bottom, I felt I obliged to nurse his cute little butt the best I could with the soothing lotion.

Unfortunately, Calvin lashed out at me and I wasn’t amused as he put partial blame on me for the paddling he got from our red-headed, Irish hot-tempered mom. It had all started when mom had told Calvin to make sure he got packed and he had asked me to help him pack. I had told him he was acting like a baby and was incompetent. Apparently in retaliation to get back at me, he had put the itching powder in the seat of my panties. He knew I would wear my matching panties for the holiday skating expedition that night at the glass domed ice rink at Eastland Mall where I was scheduled to perform with Charlotte and the other soon to be Olympians.

Calvin said it was my fault for the way I had treated him not helping him pack for the trip with the extended family to Paris. I strongly disagreed. This was the part of his argument that went everyone in his family was treating him like crap. This was the same little brat that had sprinkled itching powder in the panties I had laid out on the bed while I took my shower. He knew I would be wearing the red panties which matched my short red skating dress. They were the ones he knew I planned to wear that night for the holiday ice skating exhibition.

After the skating exhibition had ended and Calvin had been spanrked by our mom for being a mouthy brat, I decided to lure him into my room under the false pretense of rubbing lotion on his poor little bottom. Calvin was certainly skating on thin ice! I had reached my boiling point with the itching powder in my panties. That was something Calvin was about to find out.

Soon Calvin was bottoms up over my lap as his concerned sister lovingly rubbed the cold cream into his red-hot butt cheeks. However, my lotion coated hand was also capable of adding a mean sting to a proffered bare bottom. I decided my little brother needed a stringent refresher, so I gave him a spanking which re-ignited the fires in his little butt that had just begun to cool down. I whacked his little bare butt until it was redder than our Christmas tree ornaments on the tree downstairs. His little round bottom took on a glow as I listened to Calvin sweetly cry. I feared no reprisal of my own for my deed. What was he going to do, tell mom I had spanked him for putting itching powder in the seat of my panties?

In hindsight I realize now that had been a bad idea. I had not taken in account Calvin’s desire to get even. After his spanking from me, it was clear he was peeved at me. He immediately got up off my bed and yanked up his shorts up with his mouth opened wide. Calvin winced in pain as his underwear made contact and scratched his red bare bottom. I bet Calvin wished he had not gotten my ‘Irish up.’ I was confident I had made a real mess of my little brother’s butt! I bet he wouldn’t call his big sister a bitch and put itching powder in my panties again like he had that morning. Thanks to his mean prank I had to sit uncomfortably on my itchy butt while doing my best not to stir attention in my direction as we attended the Christmas Skating Performance my national team was skating in at the mall.