"THE MIDDLEGIRL" by the Crimson Kid
[Category: Wildcards {week #10}]

"You're certain about this?" Michelina's expression was dubious. "Beverly was going to get a big-time butt-busting from me." She gazed at her eleven-year-old cousin, who was facing into the living room corner with her jeans and panties around her ankles.

Philip shivered with intense emotion. "It was my fault, Michie, I knocked her arm while she has holding a cup of grape juice."

The black-haired bombshell shrugged. "Okay, it's your funeral...fanny- tanning actually, but it's going to be a pants-down, red-assed shellacking--since you're older and a boy I'm going to paddle you longer and harder than I would've Beverly." She loudly addressed her cousin. "Your freedom has been purchased by your boyfriend's confession, Bevie, so you and Philip can switch places immediately."

After restoring her modesty, the pretty preteen smirked at the downcast thirteen-year-old blond. "Now I get a gander at your bare behind." She giggled as his trousers and briefs slid down to his sneakers upon his reaching the corner. "Nose touching both walls," she merrily commanded, "Push those naughty bumcheeks out backward."

Michelina glanced at her purple-stained white blouse atop the coffee table. "It's useless now, except as a color guide for Philip's about-to-be-spanked fanny. Forget the cornertime, I want those babyfat buns over my knee right now. Bevie, go get my hairbrush."

Philip was allowed to re-cover his private parts before turning to shuffle over to his sixteen-year-old disciplinarian, where he quickly found himself bent bare-bottom-up across her thighs with his pants and underpants lowered to his upper thighs.

Her younger cousin grinned while handing the flat-backed wooden brush to Michelina. "He did ruin your expensive blouse, so you'll to want to make him sorry for being careless."

The older girl lifted the spanking brush, taking aim at her victim's trembling naked buttocks. "He's going to regret that in IN SPADES, Bevie!"

Then the dark-haired beauty administered a lengthy, blistering-hard paddling that left Philip blubbering helplessly as his exposed plump posterior was steadily plastered by the hairbrush's smooth back, its stinging impacts cracking resoundingly.

Watching her friend's southern hemispheres rapidly change coloration, from pale white to a fiery-hot, deeply-glowing magenta, while they bounced buoyantly under the rhythmic-yet-emphatic paddywhacking, Beverly realized that he was indeed undergoing a much more severe chastisement than she ever had.

"March yourself into that corner," Michelina instructed curtly at the conclusion of the twelve-minute seat-scorching.

Later, Beverly smugly pocketed the five-dollar bill. "Was it worth it?"

Her cousin nodded. "Philip has such a wonderfully-rounded spankable rump, I've been aching to get him bare-assed over my lap for an all- out buttsmacking. So 'Operation Becky' worked on your 'noble' boyfriend just as planned." She chortled. "That food dye will wash out completely."

The next day, Philip lay across Beverly's lap, similarly bare- bottom-up for her to wallop; she hefted an oversized wooden spoon while addressing him. "I'm collecting my payment IN SPADES, it's going to sting you plenty, so was it worth it?"

"Sure." He sighed dreamily. "It's been my fantasy to be spanked by Michelina..."

{The End}