was chatting away in her usual manner, "So, did you see that
blouse Tracy was wearing. You could see everything. Bobby Fisher almost
I never got to hear the
rest of the sentence; it was interrupted by a screech from the other
side of the fence. I recognized the voice; it was my kid sister
Shelly. The last time I saw her, she was playing with Kathy's sister
Jenny and her other friend Brenda.
I looked at Kathy. She
looked at me. After a moment of silence she said, "Come on,
Ash, let's find out what this is about."
Both our sisters were
a couple or three years younger than us, and at close to 10 years
old, they could pretty much hold their own. But when a sister is
in distress, a sister answers.
As Kathy and I got into
the yard, we saw the three girls, and Billy Masterson, the 11-year-old
bully from down the block. Brenda was sitting on the ground crying.
"What's going on
here?" I bellowed.
Shelly and Jenny came
running to us. "Billy's being a bully," they said. "He's
pushing us around, and he tried to look up Brenda's skirt and my
skirt. Brenda told him to stop, but he just pushed her down."
Kathy went over to help
Brenda up. Brenda's pretty blue skirt had dirt and grass stains
on the back from where she had fallen down.
I walked up to Billy,
pulled myself up to my full 5 ft 6 inches, put my hands on my hips
and glared down at him. Except for Kathy who was an inch taller
than me, all the other kids were barely breaking the 5 foot mark
He backed up under my
towering presence until his back was against the wall.
"What were you doing
to my sister," I barked.
"N-nothing, my ass!"
I said mocking him.
Meanwhile Kathy was getting
the story from Shelly, Jenny and Brenda.
Brenda put in, "Shelly,
Jenny and me were just walking down the street, and Billy tried
to lift our skirts up. We tried to walk away but he kept following
us. Then we ran in here, and he followed us in here too. He tried
to lift Shelly's skirt and she screamed, and I grabbed his arm to
stop him. He turned around and pushed me."
"Is that so?"
I said, getting my face into his.
"No. I mean yes,
but I didn't mean anything by it. I was just having fun," the
"Having fun? You
think lifting up a girl's skirt is having fun?" I fired back.
"Honest, I didn't
mean it. I mean I
" he left the sentence unfinished.
"Well, if it's a
matter of having fun, then I think us girls should have some fun
"What do you mean?"
"I mean exactly
what I say." I shot a sideways glance to Kathy. She got my
meaning immediately and was ready to back me up on whatever I was
planning to do. "We are going to have some fun here, and you
are going to provide it."
Billy looked back at
me and then from girl to girl with a blank expression on his face.
"First of all, you're
going to tell the girls you are sorry for trying to pick up their
"Aww, do I have
I grabbed his ear and
with a protesting squawk from my victim, pulled him over to where
the girls were standing. "You don't have to apologize, but
it will just make it worse when your punishment comes."
squeaked Jenny, Brenda and Shelly almost in unison.
"What do you think,
Kathy? Does this boy need to be taught some manners?"
my friend responded. "and he needs to be taught how to behave
towards girls." Turning to the young girls she said, "How
about it girls, are you ready to teach Billy a lesson?"
This request was met
by clapping and jumping up and down.
I dictated my terms,
"OK, Billy. This is what's going to happen. We are going to
give you a spanking."
"No." he interrupted,
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I swear. Honest!"
"We are going to
give you a spanking." I repeated. "And if you cooperate,
only us girls will know about it. If you tell anyone, or if you
try to fight us, then we're going to tell everyone in school."
"You can't do that."
'Billy's spanked by gir-rls."
I said quietly.
I repeated it once, and
Kathy picked it up. By the next time around, all of the girls picked
up the chant, "Billy's spanked by gir-rls."
Billy was blushing and
nothing was even started yet.
"OK, take your clothes
"Get the dirt out
of your ears. I said, 'get your clothes off!' and I mean right now."
"I-I can't do that?"
I giggled at that, and
the girls broke up.
"So what of it?
You wanted to see what a girl looks like. We want to see what a
boy looks like. Fair is fair."
Billy started to cry.
In mock indignation,
Kathy muttered, "What a sissy. This is going to be fun."
Kathy and I stood on
either side of the terrified boy with our sisters and their friend
backing us up.
Kathy said, "Are
you going to take off your clothes, or are we going to have to do
it for you?"
Slowly Billy stripped
one piece of clothes at a time until he was in his underpants. "Those
too!" Kathy indicated with a wiggle of her finger.
Billy stood there crying.
"What's the matter," Kathy egged him. "never have
a girl look at you?"
Now it occurred to me
that Kathy and I knew what boys looked like. We got that part of
our education out of the way with a classmate in kindergarten. I
didn't know if my sister or her friends ever saw a boy naked. I
got the impression from the blushing and crying Billy that he had
never been seen by a girl.
I expected the young
girls to be surprised. I was the one who was surprised. Apparently
boys do a lot of growing up between 6 and 11. Nonetheless, there
it was in all of its naked glory hanging briefly for us to see.
Billy quickly covered himself up with his hands.
"Since you pushed
Brenda down, she will be the one to give you your spanking,"
I proclaimed ... and after a moment of silence,
FIRST of us girls to give you your spanking."
I pointed out to a thin
branch laying on the ground. "Brenda, be a good girl and get
that. I think you will find it useful."
Billy stood facing the
wall. I nodded to Brenda. She started switching his behind. That
got him to move his hands from his front to his back quickly! Brenda
grabbed his arm closest to her and pulled it up. He tried to cover
with his other hand, but it was ineffective.
The rest of us girls
stood back and watched the show as he danced, yelping, "I'll
be good! I promise. I won't do it again. I'll be good!"
I stood next to Kathy
with smug satisfaction as I watched the young girl switch the miscreant
Shelley and Jenny looked
on with a mixture of glee and shock.
Brenda well, Brenda had
a look of pure joy on her face as she got revenge on her tormentor.
Billy danced the dance,
and made his promises to be good four more times that afternoon
as each of us girls took turns with us.
As he was getting over
his ordeal and putting his clothes on, we reminded him of our deal
by chanting, "Billy's spanked by gir-rls."