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out of line. More like the I-do-what-I-want-cause-I’m-cool-and-pretty
kind. This could sometimes annoy her friends, but they didn’t care much after
all as long as they were in the teen queen’s in-crowd.
But someone, in the persons of
Meghan’s former best friend Barbara (basically rejected for not being slutty
enough) and the Meghan’s former boyfriend Brad (basically rejected for not
being ‘manly’ enough) was planning sweet revenge. Tasty, juicy,
slap-in-the-face, very cold revenge.
The thing is, Meghan’s family was
unaware of their daughter’s ways: rich and disenchanted as they were, her
mother and father didn’t care much. The *white* sheep in the family were
Meghan’s brother and sister, twins and a few years older, and very aware of
such things. From many visits at her home, Barbara knew they always tried to
instil some good manners into the girl. She knew for sure that James and
Molly were always looking for new ways to take her sister down a peg or two,
but rarely if ever succeeding.
Barbara had gone so far as to
suggest a good, sound spanking on Meghan’s very pert, very attractive, and
indeed very *bare* bottom. But no, that was a thing of the past, who spanks
nowadays anymore? “My parents!”, Barbara had informed the twins, but still,
they’d hesitated. Meghan was still their little sister after all!... she
could have her way with stuff, yes, but she was still a lovely cutie in the
end... right?
Brad had acidly remarked that the
fact that Meghan was cute as a button had spared her the rightful punishments
she would have deserved.
And so, the vengeful former friend
and the ex boyfriend concocted something more advanced: they would make
Meghan an offer she couldn’t refuse, and have her be busted BIG time for it.
So one day in early June, when the
sun was high and hot, the two of them were walking downtown sipping sodas.
They knew that any minute now Meghan and her crowd of blonde bimbo followers
would come from round the corner and head for Perk’s, an “in” diner.
Sure as the sun shines, there they
came, walking in the diner’s front courtyard giggling stupidly, Meghan dressed
in jeans ending slightly above her ankles and a top top too skimpy for her
own good. She caught their eye right away and didn’t resist the temptation. To
tease the ones you’ve dumped in front of the ones you’re going to dump sooner
or later was such great pleasure!
Brad and Barbara tried not to
snicker, and to look genuinely annoyed as always.
«Piss off, Malone,» Barbara said.
«Why, why!» Meghan chanted in her
shrilly, annoying voice. «Is this hot weather shrinking your little brain
some more?» Laughter from her teen adorers. Then she turned to Brad. «And,
tell me: what part of you is currently shrinking?» More laughter with
intertwined giggling, something that can make a sane man go crazy.
Brad tried to contain his hurt
pride and all he did was snapping back with some foul language, that made the
excited groupies giggle and snicker more.
«At least he won’t go to a surgeon
and have his stuff fixed,» Barbara dropped the bomb.
Silence.
Meghan cast her former friend a
glare that could kill. A rumour like that could have spoilt her reputation
for years to come! Meghan Malone was the most natural and naturally cute
chick on Earth. Surgery? Ha! That was for losers.
«Surgery? Ha! That’s for losers.
Are you saying you’d let me borrow your mother’s surgeon?»
A few snickers from behind her
back, but not much. Meghan noticed the decreased volume of appraisal and
turned around. «What?! You don’t trust me either? I can’t believe it! You’re
all such losers. Tell ya what, you all!» she turned to Barbara and Brad, who
just waited cross-armed and trying to hide their grins. «THIS is how natural
I am!»
And, flawlessly, just as
predicted, she stripped off of her top, and lowered her jeans to her ankles,
standing there for the whole street to see in a rather skimpy yellow bikini.
“Ooh’s!” and gasps came from everyone. But Barbara, following the plan,
grimaced and said: «Just like I thought.»
«They weren’t this big when I
fondled them,» Brad pointed at Meghan’s chest. «And what did you do to your
nose anyway?...»
That was it for Meghan. Her face now
red with fury, the teenager snapped open her bikini top on the front,
flashing Brad and Barbara – and everyone else on that side of the street – with
her perfect and perfectly natural pear-shaped breasts. Her girlfriends were
so shocked that they, of course, walked in front of her and peeked and looked
and gasped and giggled.
«So?!» Meghan roared. «Where’s all
that silicon? Come on! Feel ‘em! Taste ‘em! They’re goooood! They’re allllll
miiiiine you fuckin’ loser! And they’re...»
«MEGHAN ANNETTE MALONE!!»
It came from a handsome,
twenty-something black-haired young man storming among the tables and
grabbing the teenager’s wrist. Behind him strolled a robust, similar-looking young
woman. The girls shrieked. Meghan paled and gaped. Brad and Barbara could
barely contain their excitement!
«I can’t believe it!» James squeezed
his younger sister’s wrist angrily as he yelled. «This is the last straw!
Just how LOW do you want to take our family’s good name?!»
«Lemme goooo! Nooo!»
«Mother’s grown a little slut,»
Molly said, a resigned look on her face «“Oh no, it’s a phase, she’s a good
girl really!”» she mimicked her parents’ words. «Yeah right! I’ll get you out
of your phase, little girl!»
And all of their promises to never
raise a hand on Meghan dissolved like snow in the sun as James sat down
heavily on a white wooden bench. Before a dumbfounded Meghan could react,
Molly was helping her brother drag her across his knees, and only when the
teen found herself staring at the pavement her senses came alive.
«Nonononono!! What the fuck are you
doinggg?! I’m telling! I’m fuckin’ telling mum and daddd!»
«Starting today,» James said as he
lowered her bikini bottoms too, leaving his sister practically naked, «you
are going to clean out your mouth... SPANK!... watch your attitude...
SPANK!... respect others... SPANK!... and most of all *us*... SPANK!»
Meghan screamed bloody murder, and
even more people in the crowded street turned to look at the commotion. Brad
and Barbara couldn’t be happier of their first-row seats, while Meghan’s groupies
looked on horrified – but were of course too spineless to move as much as a
finger.
James kept raining hard spanks on
the teenager’s round backside, which was now turning a delightful rosy shade.
Molly nodded her head eagerly, and even dropped her bag to the ground and
rolled up her sleeve so she could add a few fiery smacks to her sister’s
rump.
«You’re going to come home from
school on time... WHACK!!... and do all of your homework... WHACK!!... with our
personal supervision... WHACK!!... And for the next week... WHACK!!... you’ll
do it sitting on your BARE... WHACK!!... naked... WHACK!!... red...
WHACK!!... and very sore... WHACK!!... little... WHACK!!... bottom...
WHACK!!... Am I making myself clear, young lady?!»
What with the bald-faced scolding,
the sting in her tail, and most of all the knowledge that the whole
neighbourhood was looking at her bottom and privates, Meghan let out a long
mournful wail and nodded her head in understanding. It hadn’t taken James
long to spank some respect into her, and he and Molly were so satisfied with
the results that they were going to try it with every chance!
«Good!» said Meghan’s brother, and
he delivered another stinging dozen with his open palm before letting her up.
This time Meghan was oblivious to her
distress, and offered the whole street the show of their life as she danced
from foot to foot, naked as a baby, clutching her flaming red bottom. She
cried miserably and shamefacedly, and even more so when several people burst
out in a loud applause.
After a quick bow, James took off
his sister’s clothes once and for all, only granting her the right to cover
her private areas with her hands. Along with Molly they escorted a weeping,
naked, sore and sorry eighteen-year-old back home. Sure enough, and much to
Brad and Barbara’s enjoyment, they didn’t have a car. Home was just a few blocks
away, but Meghan would display her well-spanked bottom to everyone all the
way there, knowing in her heart that there was SO much more where that had
come from, and somewhat realising that her days as a snobby, snotty teen
queen were over once and for all.
The gates to the world of bare,
red-bottomed and well-behaved teens lay open before her, and all she could do
was walk in – also because sitting wouldn’t be an option for a very, very,
very long time!
– THE END –
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Please also note that the person
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photographer (it’s a professional modelling site after all), she sure
wouldn’t approve of this story. By no means it’s meant as a personal
offence, and ALL names, situations and events are totally and completely
fictitious to the best of the author’s knowledge.
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