Anna stepped off the bus right in front of her school.

She made her way to the front courtyard and scanned the crowd for Ginny Rosenberg, the girl who’d been her best friend for ten years and who now was also the one who...

“Who? Guess who?” Hands covered Anna’s eyes.

She inhaled and could smell Ginny’s mother’s home-made muffins on those hands. She rolled her eyes, turned around and saw her redheaded, freckled, green-eyed friend standing there giggling.

“Argh! Not fair. You should’ve guessed.”

“Duh. You do that since we were toddlers,” Anna whined.

Ginny shrugged. “Oh well. How you doing?” She leaned over and kissed her friend’s cheek as per tradition, and Anna nervously returned the kiss...

“Alright. You?” Anna asked. Ginny shrugged. “Hey, about the essay... you got anything done?”

“Yup. It’s finished. Wait a second, you mean you haven’t even started??”

“Err...” Anna blushed and looked at her feet. That sounded so much like a scolding.

“Oh you’re so doomed. Templeton is going to make your life hell.”

The thought of their Literature teacher sent a shiver down Anna’s spine. He really wasn’t the type of person you wanted to mess up with, coarse and strict as he was.

“He won’t. It’ll be ready tomorrow.”

“Neat. Watch out, or you’re gonna get it.” Ginny winked as she walked away towards the building.

Anna shuddered.

One evening of two years before, right after getting the first spanking of her life at the hand of Mrs Rosenberg, Anna had been tempted to confide with Ginny. She’d been on the verge of telling, almost there but not quite... and in the end she didn’t, following her mother’s order to not disclose it.

But it had stayed with her for so long and it made her nervous to hide this from her best friend.

At least that was the official reason, the one she kept repeating herself and that she would give to her parents if asked. What lay beneath, and that rarely Anna dared to bring to the surface, was that every time Ginny said the word “spanking” Anna’s stomach would flip, then flop, then flip, then flop...

She didn’t know what caused it. She was by now very aware of what spanking in general meant to her, and the consequences it could bring. The reasons, the emotional reactions, the sexual feelings, she was aware of pretty much anything.

Then why did it feel so weird to connect spanking to one person in particular? The word itself was no big deal from anyone else, but it was embarrassing when coming from Ginny.

Anna couldn’t find an answer, and the last thing she wanted was to face the topic with Ginny her-self. God forbid she’d think her weird and wouldn’t want to have anything to do with her again. That would be Anna’s biggest downfall, as she loved her so much... too much maybe.

But alas, things don’t always go as they’re supposed to. That very morning during gym class, Anna and Ginny were chatting animatedly with other girls as they sat on a collapsed tree trunk in Hyde Park. The school’s gym was out of order and teachers would bring them outside for jogging and exercise. Most kids basically saw it as a couple of free hours anyway.

All of a sudden, before she knew it, the topic switched to spanking and Anna’s heart skipped.

“Me dad would peel the skin off my arse if he knew about this,” said Indian-born Shaheen Chana pointing at the lit cigarette between her fingers.

“How come? I smoke at home and they smoke too,” said Emma Cartwright with a shrug.

Shaheen snorted. “You don’t know my dad.”

Anna couldn’t help blushing and looking away. She didn’t like the topic, she didn’t like cigarette smoke, and she didn’t like blushing!

“My mother don’t give no shite,” said Ginny. “She says ‘it’s your choice but you shouldn’t anyway’ blah blah blah.”

“So she wouldn’t thrash you?”

“If I give her hell...” Ginny rolled her eyes, then turned to her best friend. “How about you, An?”

Anna felt an icy hand grip her heart, and again her stomach did flip-flops. “Umm...” she hesitated. How could have Ginny drawn her into this? “Dunno.”

“You girls are lucky,” said Shaheen with a smirk. “Your bums are white and stay that way.”

The others laughed as the Indian girl stood, the unspoken leader of the group. Soon they were gath-ering their stuff and walking back to where they were supposed to be running and stretching.

“That was mean,” Anna muttered when she and Ginny were sufficiently out of earshot.

“What was?”

“The spanking thing.”

Ginny shrugged. “Gee, sorry, we’re just talking. Didn’t know it was a big deal...”

“It’s okay... just... oh I don’t know,” Anna sighed. “Never mind.”

Later that afternoon, the girls were filing out of the large gymnasium where volleyball teams trained. They looked quite the pair, Ginny taller than Anna by at least fifteen centimetres (six inches) and much more fit. They played as hitter and setter respectively, and always made the starting line-up.

“You’ve been setting too high all day,” Ginny was saying.

“Hey I’m trying.”

“I know, but it’s hard enough to hit without knowing where the pass is coming from, I don’t want to have to wait on top of it.”

Anna rolled her eyes and huffed. “You’re always complaining. Today you couldn’t hit anyway.”

“Hey! Watch it, little one,” Ginny said mockingly.

“Little one? My birthday is three months before yours!”

“So what. I’m taller and stronger.”

“No big deal.”

“I’ll swing my hitting arm to your arse, then we’ll see if it’s a big deal...”

No sooner she said the words that Ginny bit her tongue, but it was too late. Anna had recoiled in shock already, and was now taking a deep breath.

“Hey,” said Ginny, stopping in her tracks. “Sorry. Now you’re worrying me. What’s with the whole spanking thing?”

“I... really, it’s nothing.”

“Hmm. Anna? I think you’re lying.”

Anna looked up, her eyes wide. For a moment that had sounded like she was being scolded again, though Ginny’s face was merely puzzled.

“G-Ginny, really,” she insisted. “I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“But why?” Now the redhead sounded a bit hurt. “We talk about everything.”

“Yes, yes, but, not this. Please?”

Ginny shrugged. “Alright. Whatever.” They resumed walking and headed for the bus stop. “Just ask if you change your mind.”

Anna’s smile was nervous, but very thankful. “T-thanks...”

– 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.

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