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Dear Abby: My grandson “Kyle” is in his early 20s, 6-foot-1 and weighs about 230. His sister is a very sweet 15-year-old and a devoted churchgoer.
At a recent family get-together, they were goofing around and he got her down on the floor on her stomach, sat on her knees to hold her down, and proceeded to reach his hand into her trousers to jerk her panties up and out of her pants. He then pulled her pants down almost to the bottom of her buttocks and spanked her.
The whole time, I was trying to get Kyle to stop acting so disrespectfully to his sister, but he ignored me. This happened in front of several people, including my husband, a male
cousin in his 40s and the kids’ great-aunt. I was shocked and I’m still angry. Kyle’s aunt agrees with me and wonders whether molestation is involved.
Is this normal behavior between brothers and sisters? Are we old-fashioned? Are we overreacting?
Dear Shocked: While I don’t think that what happened was molestation, Kyle’s behavior was extremely inappropriate. I can only guess how humiliated that poor girl was. I can’t imagine why anyone would allow it to happen without putting a stop to it.
Kyle is an adult, even though he acts like a 13-year-old. What he did amounted to an assault of a minor, which at his age could land him in jail, and he needs to be “reminded” of that fact.
Dear Abby: My boyfriend, “Joe,” has what I refer to as “pedestrian rage.” Neither of us drives, so we use mass transit or walk everywhere. We live in a large city, and drivers are not always careful about pedestrians in parking lots, crosswalks, etc., making it doubly important to protect one’s own safety when on foot.
I think Joe compromises our safety by being confrontational with motorists who fail to meet his exacting standards. He curses loudly, strikes vehicles with his hand, or stops and glares at drivers who anger him. I have asked him repeatedly not to engage with these drivers for fear of retaliation.
The other day, a man drove into the crosswalk when we were crossing on the green light. We weren’t close to that section of the crosswalk yet, but Joe smacked the man’s car as we crossed behind it. The man, who was very large and very angry, pulled over, jumped out and threatened to beat Joe up for touching his car. I pulled Joe down the sidewalk as he yelled at the driver.
I am at my wit’s end. I’m afraid to go anywhere with him because he just doesn’t get it. I no longer feel safe with him. His behavior is ruining our relationship. Do you have any suggestions?
Dear Crosswalk Rage: I sure do. Stop walking with him until he learns to control his temper because it could get not only him hurt but also you. Banging on a traffic violator’s
car and cursing at him only escalates an already unfortunate situation.
Write Dear Abby at DearAbby.com or P.O. Box 69440, Los Angeles, CA 90069.
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“Mom, please,” Becky pleaded. “I’m sorry.”
Becky was shaking, terrified. “Underage drinking,” Becky’s mom said as she pulled into the driveway. “You could be in jail right now, Becky! You’re lucky the officer was nice enough to allow me to pay him to not put you on record. You’re 18 for crying out loud! You should know better!”
“I’m sorry,” Becky said.
“You will be. You cost me a lot of money,” Becky’s mom said walking inside the house. “Wait right there, young lady.”
Becky stopped in the middle of the family room where the sunlight poured in from the big window that looked out onto the streets of the neighborhood. Becky’s mom walked over to the phone and dialed a couple numbers. “Hello Margaret, this is Cynthia. I was wondering if you could come over to the house and bring your daughters with you. Yes, right now. Thank you. I’ll see you later.”
Cynthia kept doing this for a moment, calling various numbers and telling them all to come over and bring their kids with them. Then, Becky’s mom walked back over to Becky. “Becky take your pants off,” Cynthia ordered.
“What?!” Becky said, not having heard the phone calls her mom just had made.
“You heard me,” Cynthia said. “I’ve heard some unbelievable accusations around town, and at the time I took your side, but I have reason to believe that they were actually true, and you’re about to learn a very important lesson.”
“What are you talking about?” Becky asked again. “I’m not taking my pants off. Not here.”
“You will or this will get much worse for you,” Cynthia said.
“No!” Becky yelled. “You can’t make me do anything, you bitch! I’m an adult now!”
Becky’s mom didn’t hesitate to yank Becky’s pants down to reveal Becky’s embarrassing pair of Cookie Monster panties. “Wow,” Cynthia said.
“It was my only pair of clean underwear,” Becky mumbled, blushing as she tried to cover herself.
“Well, maybe you should do your laundry since you’re an adult now,” Cynthia said and then pulled Becky’s underwear off and tossed them to the side.
“Hey!” Becky yelled.
“I would’ve just spanked you over your underwear, but you’ve proven to me you need a good bare bottom spanking,” Cynthia said.
Becky blushed as she stood bottomless in front of her mother. “Spanking?!” Becky yelled. “You can’t spank me. I’m an adult!”
“Maybe you should have thought of that before you called me a bitch,” Cynthia said as she sat down on a chair positioned in front of the window and pulled Becky over her lap so that Becky’s bare bottom faced the window.
Becky’s mom began to spank Becky’s bottom as the sunlight hid no details. “Mom, stop!” Becky yelled. “People will see!”
“Oh, Becky,” Cynthia said. “People are already going to see. I guaranteed that. I invited some people over and they should be arriving just about now.”
Becky’s eyes widened as she tried to look behind her to see if anyone was pulling up, but her mom used one hand to pin her and the other to keep spanking her, preventing her from looking outside where some of Becky’s schoolmates stood watching and laughing as Becky got her bare bottom spanked. “I’ve heard you’re the popular girl in your school, Becky. You like to bully the freshman and make fun of all the late bloomers. But I doubt any one of them still get spanked on their bare asses by their mothers,” Cynthia said. “The rest of your senior year is going to be very interesting once everyone sees your bright red bottom.”
Becky squirmed and squirmed trying to break free as her mom continued to spank her. She couldn’t even imagine who was actually watching her, seeing her as she kicked her legs and sobbed over her mom’s lap. “Stop!” Becky yelled. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry for drinking underage! I’m sorry for being a bully! I’ll never do it again!”
“I know, young lady. Because you’re going to learn your lesson now before you end up in jail,” Cynthia said. “Stand up and face the corner. Hands on your head. Don’t move.”
Becky reluctantly obeyed as she stood in the corner, hands behind her head, red bottom facing the window. Then to Becky’s surprise, Becky’s mom walked over to the door and opened it. “Come on in, everyone,” she said.
Becky heard feet shuffling and voices whispering as she stood there, completely bottomless, facing the corner. “Oh wow, that’s really Becky,” one girl, Mandy said.
“Look at that plump red bottom, girls,” Margaret said.
Margaret’s daughters, Lacey and Grace both giggled. “Yeah, mom, you were right,” Lacey said. “This was totally worth it.”
“Becky, turn around,” Cynthia said.
“What?!” Becky cried, not wanting to face whoever was looking at her.
“Turn around,” Cynthia repeated.
“No!” Becky cried.
Cynthia reached for the bottom of Becky’s shirt and pulled it off and then unstrapped Becky’s bra. “Turn around,” Cynthia repeated.
“Please, give me my bra back!” Becky cried. “I’ll turn around.”
“Turn around now, Becky,” Cynthia said. “Keep your hands behind your head.”
Becky cried, but reluctantly turned around not wanting to make things even worse. Becky looked into the eyes of her female schoolmates as she stood there completely naked. Her breasts and nipples were on complete display along with her groomed red bush. “Oh wow,” Grace said. “Becky’s a ginger! Becky’s a natural redhead!”
Becky blushed as her secret was revealed. She had pretended so long to be a natural brunette, but now the truth was clear. “I thought you said I was a satanist for my red hair,” Lacey said. “You were quite serious when you made me walk through the halls calling me a satanist and that I needed an exorcism.”
“I-I was joking,” Becky said.
“Joking? Were you joking when you stole my clothes!” Grace yelled. “Were you joking when you made me streak through the boys’ locker room after you threw my clothes in there! They all saw me naked!”
“Were you joking when you called me a fat lard who needs to kill myself before I die of diabetes,” another girl chimed in who was larger in size.
“Girls, here’s the deal,” Cynthia said. “I now know that all the accusations about Becky is true, and I’m sorry for ever doubting you. I’m also sorry for my daughter’s atrocious behavior. While you can’t take any pictures or videos, you can tell everyone about how Becky still gets spankings from her mother. In addition, if Becky ever misbehaves again, you can pull her pants down and show everyone her pair of underwear which will be very much like this pair.”
Cynthia held up the Cookie Monster undies and showed them to everyone causing them to laugh. “Wow, my little sister has those pair,” one of the girls said, causing the others to laugh louder.
“And if she does misbehave again, you can tell me,” Cynthia said.
After that Becky was allowed to get dressed again and the girls all left with their mothers. All of them were talking about Becky’s bare bottom.
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Becky’s Senior Project
For the most part, the rest of senior year was relatively uneventful. Sometimes the girls would tease Becky asking how her bottom was feeling or how Cookie Monster was doing, but overall the year was pleasant. That was until Becky’s Senior Project came up. Becky was supposed to work with a group to present a meaningful topic that other people could learn from. Becky was grouped with Lacey and Mandy, two of the girls who had witnessed Becky’s punishment.
“I don’t see why I have to do any more work,” Becky said as the girls all sat at the Becky’s kitchen table working on the project. “I picked the topic, I outlined what we were doing, and I put together the introduction slide.”
“Becky, we all have to present an even amount,” Lacey said. “You can’t just slack off.”
“Yeah, Mrs. Obberman expects everyone to contribute a fair amount. And all you’ve done is sit there and complain about doing work,” Mandy said.
“I already contributed my part. This is bullshit,” Becky said. “I’m going upstairs, you girls can just do the project.”
Becky stood up and left the room. Mandy and Lacey groaned and rolled their eyes, but while Becky left to do who knows what, Mandy whispered to Lacey an idea. Lacey grinned and nodded.
The two girls got to work. They both knew that while no one was allowed to take pictures, Becky’s mom actually had Lacey’s mom snap a few pictures anyways for safe keeping. They began typing away while Lacey texted her mom, explaining to her the situation as well as the plan for revenge. Her mom was completely on board, but told them to tell Becky’s mom as well.
Lacey quietly walked to where Becky’s mom was sitting, reading a book. “Excuse me, Mrs. Garth. Becky isn’t helping us complete the senior project, so we decided to take matters into our own hands and change the project a little bit. We need your help. I don’t want to spoil the fun, but I need a favor from you to make this truly work.”
“What do you need, Lacey?” Cynthia asked, curious.
“I need you to spank Becky’s bare bottom red enough so that when Tuesday comes, it’ll be easy to tell she was spanked,” Lacey said.
“I see,” Cynthia said. “Well, okay. I can spank her Tuesday morning. That should do the trick. I hope whatever you’re planning works out, and you have my full permission to do whatever you see fit.
“Great,” Lacey said. “Oh, and make sure Becky’s underwear is extra embarrassing for her.”
“I have just the pair in mind,” Cynthia said. “We did some recent underwear shopping to replace all of Becky’s skanky underwear. I won’t spoil what the pair is, but it’ll definitely be embarrassing for her. And I’ll make sure she wears them.”
“Thank you,” Lacey said.
—————
Becky walked through the classroom door on Tuesday with a bright red bottom. She couldn’t believe her mom spanked her again, and not only that made her wear the one pair of underwear she hated the most. She didn’t know exactly why she had to do all this, but her mom said something about her being lazy and slacking on school work.
Becky just hoped that her spanked bottom wasn’t noticeable and sat down at her desk, wincing as she did. Lacey and Mandy already were in their seats with big grins on their faces. Becky also found it weird that Lacey had told her they didn’t need Becky’s help for the presentation. She just needed to show up and look pretty. Becky was glad she didn’t have to do any work, but was a bit concerned it might be noticeable that she didn’t do any work.
The bell rang as the class finished filing in and Mrs. Obberman set up the camera to record the senior presentations before she walked to the front and. “Hello, class. Today we have our senior presentations. Up first will be Becky Garth, Lacey Strauss, and Mandy Cohen.”
Lacey, Mandy, and Becky made their way up to the front of the class and Mrs. Obberman pulled up their presentation. On the screen was a picture of Becky’s bare red bottom as she stood in the corner. The title read “Don’t Be Like Becky Garth.”
Becky looked in surprise at the screen as Lacey began to speak and the others began to laugh. “Today we’ll be presenting the topic, don’t be like Becky Garth. As many of you know, Becky Garth here is a big bully in this school. She’s teased, humiliated, and outright hurt so many people in this school through her words and actions. Today, we’re going to tell you all why you should never do what Becky Garth did. Becky here also decided she wasn’t going to contribute to the senior project, so we decided to also teach her a lesson about contributing to group projects. The number one reason you shouldn’t be like Becky is that you’ll end up getting your naked bare bottom spanked.”
“The second reason not to be like Becky is because she still wears kiddie undies,” Mandy said as she flipped to the next slide which showed a picture of Becky standing in her Cookie Monster underwear.
You could only see the lower half though and her face wasn’t in view.
Becky stood dumfounded at the girls as she blushed and started to protest. “That’s not true!” Becky yelled. “You’re lying! You photoshopped that picture! I’ve never been spanked by my mom! And I don’t wear kiddie undies!”
Lacey laughed as Mandy raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell such lies, Becky. It’s unbecoming. If you really haven’t been spanked by your mom, then you wouldn’t mind pulling those pants off and showing everyone your bottom and underwear,” Mandy said.
Becky said. “I’m not stripping in front of the class!”
“Mandy would you do the honors?” Lacey asked.
“Of course,” Mandy said as she yanked Becky’s pants down to the ground.
The whole class burst out laughing as Becky stood there in her underwear.
Becky couldn’t believe it as she stood in front of the class and the recording camera in her care bear underpants. She blushed deep red and desperately tried to cover her undies. “Looks to me like someone here is fibbing, and it’s not me,” Lacey said who then proceeded to pull Becky’s underwear down, and pulled Becky’s hands away to reveal Becky’s bush to everyone.
Everyone laughed as they all saw Becky’s ginger red bush an
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