“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” Laura said. “This is your party, so to speak. It’s your chance to know more, and we’re here to help, but we don’t expect anything in return. We’ll be happy with what makes you happy. Can you believe that?”

Sitting in the back seat in her parents’ car, Anna felt her chest tighten. She knew as soon as she’d stand, her knees would shake. Still, the kid nodded and looked up at her mother, forcing a smile.

“O-okay... thanks... thank you so much.”

“Shh. None of that,” her father Terry said from the passenger seat. “Your mother and I have done our part, now it’s you calling the shots.”

“Come on,” Laura said. “Let’s not keep Lucy and Ginny waiting.”

Anna took a deep breath, opened the door and got off the car. She inhaled the fresh air, a tad too cold for her taste. The horses could be heard neighing from the stables. There was a lovely scent of freshly-cut grass, and some not-so-lovely odour too. The sun cast algid rays on the big wooden country house that Lucy, Rob and Ginny Rosenberg quite ambitiously called “the manor”.

The following week would be a challenge, and Anna was only half ready to face it. But she followed her parents in anyway.

~*~

It had taken them three months to get there. Laura had spoken again to Lucy about Anna’s situation, but Ginny’s mum had been surprised to say the least when Laura actually asked her to do the honours.

“You want *me* to spank her??”

“Lou, you’re the only one,” Laura had said. “You’re my best friend, and a mother. You know more than I do about this. Anna looks up at you so much, and I’d trust you with her life.”

“Aww... thanks... but what if it doesn’t work?”

“It’ll still be an experience.”

“And if it does work? So much for Anna’s desire to feel closer to you...”

Laura had sighed, but replied: “Terry and I will be there. But I’d be okay if she felt closer to you than to me, if that meant she’d feel better about it... I just don’t know if I can ask this of you, Lucy.”

Mrs Rosenberg had taken a few days to think that through. Christmas holidays passed, and eventually, the answer had been yes.

“Why don’t you come to the manor for Easter?” Lucy had asked. “Rob and I will really love to have you over.”

“But... are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“And how about Rob? And Ginny?”

“I’ve talked about it with Rob. He’s more cautious than I am, but won’t interfere. Ginny won’t know the real reason, as I guess Max.”

“Yeah... so... oh my. Do you think you could, well, do it there?”

Lucy had taken a deep breath. “Lo, I hope so. You do realise there’s no guarantee, right?”

“Yes. But she’s very determined, and by now, I am too.”

“Okay. Once it starts, it doesn’t stop, though. Does she realise?”

Laura had sighed again. “I’ll make her realise.”

“How?”

“Well, this may sound weird... but we’re getting ready. Our own way.”

That first time reading a spanking story together on the Internet had become a regular event in the Hartford household.

Sometimes, with Max already in bed, Laura and Anna would sit together in the study and read a story – one that the mother had already checked before for inappropriate content. This took place twice or thrice a week on average. Things changed when Anna, around the start of February, let her father in.

Apart from ‘girl things’, Anna had soon learnt not to expect her mother to keep things hidden from her husband, and he had every right to know after all. But Terry hadn’t participated to their reading sessions, nor had he talked about the whole thing with Anna. She and her father were pretty close, but this was different from a father-daughter talk, and it took time.

Finally the girl had agreed to read a story with both her mother and him, and it’d worked out fine. That was seldom repeated, but when it was, it was not something to dread.

At the start of March, Anna had turned thirteen. Big party, lots of presents and everything. Starting the teen years made her feel special, and also worried her a little. No more “you’re just a kid” remarks, but no more “I’m just a kid!” justifications either! Ginny would turn in May, and was a bit jealous.

And finally, a few days after her birthday, Laura had kicked the news to her daughter that Lucy had agreed to... help her. Anna was never very expansive, but this time she squealed at the news. In the following days, a strong feeling of uneasiness was accompanied by an equally intense desire to find out what a spanking felt like – on all levels.

The thought of Lucy taking her over her lap was making Anna’s head spin. Despite her age, she was a good friend. Anna waited and dreaded the Easter holidays, and before she knew, they came, and now she was walking in the Rosenbergs’ manor.

“Hey!”

Ginny opened the door, and hugged her friend tight. “Hi Laura! Um, Mr Hartford...”

“It’s Terry. You forgot again!” said the man. Ginny blushed and giggled.

“Well, there you are.”

Lucy and her husband Rob came forward and greeted the guests.

“Had a nice trip? And where’s Max?”

“Yes, and at a friend’s home,” Laura explained as they walked inside. “He’ll be coming tonight.”

“Sure, sure,” said Rob, “as long as he makes it for the game tomorrow. You girls still want to go?”

“Yes!” Anna and Ginny said in unison. There was an important basketball game and all kids liked it... but actually, Anna and Lucy and Laura had very different plans for the following afternoon.

~*~

Rob and Terry left after lunch to drive Ginny and Max. Anna said she wasn’t feeling well, and the wives weren’t expected to go anyway. Ginny did offer to stay home to keep Anna company, though, but eventually the girl, her mother, and her soon-to-be spanker were left alone.

After several minutes of waiting in the living room, playing video-games, Anna was reaching the boiling point. It didn’t last much longer though. Lucy and Laura walked in the room, and Anna, not without swallowing hard, turned off the video-game and stood, almost to attention.

She wore loose-fitting jeans and a wool sweater, the most comfortable clothing in her closet. She wanted to be comfy the day of her spanking!

“An, honey,” Laura began as she placed her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “I’ll be right here in the nearby room, okay? If you need me, Lucy will call. Okay?”

The young teen nodded, and returned the hug so tight. She’d been glad to know her mother wouldn’t be present when it happened, but it felt good to know she was still there in a way.

Laura kissed Anna’s forehead and walked out. Lucy had remained on the doorstep all the time, and now walked to the desk opposite the door... and took out a chair. She brought it to the middle of the room. She sat. Anna shuddered and didn’t dare move a muscle.

“Come to my side, honey, please,” Lucy said simply.

The girl gulped, and did as asked. She was afraid her knees would give way, but they didn’t. She kept playing with the hem of her sweater, and could feel her temples burning and her heart beat wildly. Also, not surprisingly, there was a definite ‘tingle’ of anticipation; she hadn’t felt it with her mother, but now it was strong. It was caused by the situation and not by Lucy, but still, it was there.

“Are you ready?” Lucy asked.

No, thought Anna, but she shook her head yes instead.

“Alright. Take down your jeans.”

It was a simple order, and Lucy’s voice wasn’t exactly stern... more like firm... but Anna’s head still spun. Her hands fumbled with the zipper when she tried to open it. After a few seconds, Lucy reached out and unbuttoned the pants for her.

Anna gasped. The thought of *being* bared wasn’t pleasant right now, so she found her nerve and did it herself. Down came the zipper, and the jeans fell down to her ankles.

“Good girl,” Lucy praised, taking her hand.

Anna felt the cold air rush on the white pantyhose she was wearing underneath, while the tingle continued, and grew.

Lucy patted her lap. “Over you go.”

It took her a while, but Anna lowered herself across Lucy’s knees. She struggled to find a balance, so the woman grabbed her hips and pulled her all the way over, so that neither her hands nor toes were touching the floor, and her round bottom cheeks were the highest point of her body.

Anna let out a whimper when she was properly positioned. She was very aware of her vulnerability, and that made her shiver. Then she realised she could see the jeans around her ankles if she looked through the chair legs. She focused on that detail... then she felt Lucy’s hand on her bum, and gasped.

“I... L-Lucy...”

“Shh. It’s okay. Now relax,” said Lucy as the patted the girl’s buttocks. “I’m going to spank you now, Anna. Do you understand?”

The girl nodded, trying to breathe regularly. Lucy’s hand tapping against her bum was making the tingle even stronger, and Anna was afraid that would show somehow.

“Very well. I will spank for a minute, then pause. Understand?”

“Y-yes...”

“Okay.”

There were so many things that Anna would have wanted to say... but before she could, Lucy’s hand was shooting up in the air and was coming down...

Smack!

Anna heard it before she felt it. Then the sting sank in, and it burned all over her cheeks, where the hand had struck. She held her breath when the second came down...

Whack!

Lucy hit square across Anna’s backside, keeping her hand rigid and packing a good but moderate sting. She spanked slowly, and soon got into a rhythm of one smack every two seconds or so.

Anna kept absolutely still at first... it wasn’t unbearable... yet already worse than the ‘spanking’ she’d got from her mother... and a *lot* worse than those love pats she’d given herself over the years.

Smack! Whack!

By the time a dozen swats had been applied, Anna was squirming some. Lucy’s hand felt hard even through her panties and pantyhose, and her backside was starting to burn unpleasantly.

Smack! Whack!

“Ow... hmm...” Anna let out small gasps with most swats, and did try to stay still, but it wasn’t easy.

On her behalf, Lucy noted the girl’s reactions and spanked on. When the minute was up, she stopped and rested her hand on Anna’s bottom. By then the girl was breathing hard, and shifting her weight over Lucy’s lap in an attempt to lessen the sting – in vain, as it was now burning quite intensely.

“Anna?”

“Ow... yes?...”

“You’re doing good, honey,” Lucy cooed. “Now I’m going to take down your undies, okay?”

Anna said a meek ‘yes’, but she shivered at the thought. This was the part she’d been dreading the most, the test she was afraid of failing... and when she felt Lucy’s fingers in the waistband of her panties, pulling those and the pantyhose down, she recalled her mother doing so, and gasped audibly.

Her hand shot back, but only for a second: she wouldn’t let herself be a baby and screw this one chance. It took her a huge effort, but she took her hand away and let Lucy bare her.

Anna’s bottom was a dull shade of pink from her warm-up, Lucy noticed. She pulled panties and pantyhose to halfway down her thighs as the girl squirmed.

“Lucy... I... you...”

“Shh. No talking now, Anna,” Lucy scolded gently.

“S-sorry... it’s just that...”

“Do you have to go to the bathroom?” The girl shook her head no. “Good. Then keep quiet, kid, your spanking isn’t over.”

That sudden firmness in Lucy’s voice made Anna shiver deep to her bones, and also rooted her to the spot. She stopped all squirming, and her body went rigid. She was silent, though she’d wanted to demand that her panties be pulled back up, scared that her excitement would be visible now.

And it was, but Lucy didn’t care. She simply patted the girl’s bottom to take aim, raised her hand, and delivered a solid smack to the right cheek.

Spank!!

“Oww!”

Anna found her voice, and her squirms resumed involuntarily. A moment later Lucy’s hand shot up and came down again, faster than before, and delivering a harder blow.

“Ouchhh!” Anna yelped.

Smack! Whack! Spank!

Lucy kept them coming at a steady pace, striking right cheek, left cheek, and the middle too. Wherever she’d smack were red handprints, soon criss-crossing on the girl’s bottom, colouring it a deeper and deeper shade of pink.

“Oww... Lucy it hurrrtssss!” Anna whined.

“I know,” Lucy replied. Her hand didn’t miss a beat. “It’s what it’s meant to do, Anna. I’m spanking your bare bottom, and it’s supposed to sting and burn.”

She reminded Anna the basics, considering she’d never been spanked before. To the young teen, those words were as searing as the swats being applied to her backside.

Smack! Whack! Spank!

The smacks fell down relentlessly. Anna felt tears sting her eyes, and tightened her fists. Lucy did sense that resistance, and reacted with more, harder spanks.

She moved to the girl’s sit-spots, where the most fleshy parts of the bottom fade into the thighs. She knew from experience that’s where a swat is felt the most. Her hand spanked there, and Anna shrieked.

“Aiieee!!”

In the adjacent room, Laura bolted to her feet and listened in. Lucy’s hand kept smacking... if something bad had happened to Anna, her friend would have stopped... so it was okay, she was only lamenting the pain of the spanking... Laura still shivered, and tried hard to distract herself.

Smack! Whack! Spank! Smack! Whack! Spank!

As hard as she tried, Anna couldn’t do that. If anything, she felt that tingle recede and slowly fade away, as the burn grew hotter and hotter all over her poor bum.

She was squirming in earnest now, and would fall to the floor wasn’t it for Lucy’s elbow pressing down firmly on the small of her back.

“Owwwww!... please... okay, enough!... enough!” she whined.

“I’m afraid not, Anna dear,” Lucy said as her hand slapped the kid’s naked rear. “If I have to spank you, better do it right.”

“But... but... it IS right! Owww not theeeere!”

A particularly fast volley of smacks landed on Anna’s right thigh, all on the same spot. The girl bucked her hips trying to swing the target out of the way, but she wasn’t going anywhere, and Lucy completed her onslaught a dozen swats later.

Then she did the same to the left side, and that set Anna wailing louder. Tears sprang from her eyes and fell to the floor, unrestrained now, as the kid gave in to what she felt was the soundest spanking ever, and right there on her bare little bottom.

Laura cringed upon hearing her daughter cry. If Lucy had achieved that in such a short time, she must have been an experienced spanker – or simply had more common sense than her, and smacked harder. The worried mother listened in, pacing the room with crossed arms and biting on her lower lip.

She wondered how much longer this was going to last.

Smack! Whack! Spank!!

Not even Lucy knew. She just kept going until she’d get a favourable response from her young charge, and so far, she hadn’t seen that.

Anna was squirming like crazy, and her crying went up several notches. Lucy’s palm was spanking white hot fire in her buns, and the girl wished she was somewhere else. How could she even have been curious about spankings? They hurt, and lots!...

“Waaahh... Lucyyy! Stop, please!....... I’ve had enough!...”

“Not quite yet, Anna.”

And on it went. Lucy kept the swats reasonably firm but without going overboard. They felt exceptionally hard to poor Anna, who was crying like a child under her best friend’s mother’s sturdy palm. She kicked, squirmed and cried just like any kid getting spanked. Her jeans were soon kicked across the room. Everything around her was lost in a blur, and all she could focus on was the carpet.

And then it clicked in her mind.

There she was, thirteen years old... bare from the waist down and upended over an older woman’s lap... getting a sound spanking... and on her bare behind... That wasn’t a playful spanking: that was real. It hurt, lots, and it was making her cry bitterly. She wasn’t liking it. Anna realised that the tingle in her private parts had long since gone. Maybe there would be time later, but now it wasn’t an option. The burn in her rear was total, it filled her world and clouded her senses, shutting everything else out.

In one brief, but oh so clear moment Anna realised that she was getting a spanking there was no way out of. So she hung her head, relaxed, her body went limp over Lucy’s lap, and she wept away.

She sobbed heavily, brokenheartedly, long wails letting everything out. In her mind, she was being spanked because she’d asked to, but also for all the times she’d done something wrong and wasn’t caught, for when she’d skipped school, for when she’d bossed her little brother around, for when she’d forged her mother’s signature, for when she wasn’t there for a friend, for when she sassed Dad, for when she lied to the teacher about homework...

Everything in her young life, even those things she’d completely forgot and didn’t even feel bad about, came back to her – and it all crashed down mightily on her reddening behind.

The release was noticeable to Lucy too. She saw the girl go limp and sob so much more than her spanks warranted, and gave a smile as she recognised the symptoms of a spanking well-taken.

Her own Ginny would do just like that: first fight the spanking, then admit defeat and give in, then all of a sudden break down, and let everything out. At that point, the spanking could stop.

Smack!! Whack!! Spank!!

Lucy delivered three final stingers to the centre of Anna’s bottom, then stopped. One hand rested on the Anna’s bum, and the other rubbed her back as the kid cried on, coughing a little.

Beyond the wall, Laura understood it was over. She knew she should have waited for Lucy’s sign, but couldn’t resist. She walked down the corridor, opened the door and stood on the threshold.

She beheld the picture before her eyes, her girl sobbing and her backside a glowing uniform red. Her mind processed the new information quickly. What had happened didn’t quite register in her mind yet, but Laura knew it was over, and that Anna was okay.

“Come,” Lucy told her friend, smiling just a bit

Laura approached them just as Lucy helped Anna up. She let the kid sit on her lap, making sure her bottom didn’t make contact, and let the large sweater fall on the front of Anna’s thighs for modesty.

“M-mummy!...” Anna wept as she realised Laura was there.

She looked up through teary eyes, and her face was contorted in a grimace of pain.

“I’m here, baby,” Laura cooed, and she hugged her hard.

Anna leant forward and gave in. She squeezed her mother around the neck and sobbed on her shoulder. Lucy watched, smiling warmly as mother and daughter reconciled in the long embrace.

“Mummy I’m so sorry!” Anna wailed.

“Shh... you have nothing to be sorry about, it’s okay,” Laura said.

Lucy nodded. “Your mum is right, Anna. Look at me now.” The girl did, drying her eyes. She didn’t *want* to look, but there was something in Lucy’s voice... The one who just spanked you holds natural authority over you for a little while. “You’ve been spanked, and now it’s over. You understand that?”

Anna nodded eagerly. “Yes ma’am.”

“How are you honey?” Laura asked. She swept a stray of hair from Anna’s sweaty, flushed face.

The girl nodded. “It... it burns soooo much!”

Laura gulped and grimaced, but relaxed when she saw that Lucy was smiling. “It... it’s okay, dear,” she told her daughter. “It’ll go away. Do you want to wash your face?”

Anna accepted gladly, and stood from Lucy’s lap. She replaced her panties and pantyhose, owwing miserably when they brushed against her well-spanked behind. Her jeans were left on the floor across the room where she’d kicked them, and she made her way to the bathroom to wash up.

“Thank you, Lucy,” she said after a few minutes, when she’d regained her composure.

“You’re welcome, honey. How did that feel?”

The girl sniffled. “O-okay... not something I want again... like, ever.”

Both women gave a gentle laugh, and Laura hugged her kid. Could it be that this was the end of it?

“I’m glad to hear that,” said Lucy. “Remember not to tell Ginny about this? Please.”

Anna promised, and had every intention to keep her word... only, she hadn’t realised how hard it is to keep your mouth shut when you’re sharing a room with your best friend and you just got spanked.

– to be continued... –

This story does not necessarily represent the author’s point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction. The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the author’s knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious. Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The author does in no way endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and/or teenagers.

Copyright © 2005 Haley Brimley. Contact for information and/or feedback.