By the time Anna sat in class that morning very faint traces of the spanking from her father remained. Only if she pressed her bottom hard into the chair she’d feel the sting – which was reason enough to press her bottom hard into the chair for several minutes, until even that tiny sting subsided.

The teen sighed. How could it be that she didn’t enjoy the pain there and then but tended to cherish it later on? That was weird.

Ginny’s mother Lucy called her daughter’s cell phone soon after the end of last period. Anna said hi too, and soon she found herself accepting an invitation to lunch. However it wasn’t food she was after, but to finally have the chance to talk to Ginny. She’d made up her mind: she’d bring up the topic casually and see how it went from there.

But it was even easier. During lunch, Ginny and Lucy got into a rather loud argument about school, curfew and whatnot. Anna listened in silence, mostly agreeing with her friend but not wanting to take sides. The tension in the air was palpable though.

“Okay that’s enough!” said Lucy after a while. “I said 11pm, your father agrees, so that’s that.”

“But...!”

“I said that’s enough, Ginny. Do you want to get in trouble?”

That silenced the scowling teen, who maintained a dark face but nodded. “No thanks.”

She mumbled to herself looking down at her plate the rest of the lunch. Anna looked from mother to daughter until the tension eventually subsided. But for a moment, she’d wondered what would happen if Ginny ‘got in trouble’.

That’s where she started from, when, later on in her friend’s bedroom, she brought up the topic.

“When your mum said ‘get in trouble’, did she mean... err, you know...”

Ginny looked up from the Artemis Fowl fan-fiction page she was browsing and cocked an eyebrow. “Suddenly you want to talk spanking?”

Anna blushed. That’d been an answer in itself. “I... I’m so sorry, about yesterday. I was rude, and... didn’t want to shut you up like that, really.”

“Yes, very rude,” Ginny agreed. She clicked the page closed, walked to the bed where Anna sat, took The Golden Compass book from her hands and sat aside her, an arm around her shoulder.

Anna’s breath quickened noticeably.

“It’s okay, though,” Ginny went on. “I don’t blame you. I don’t like to talk about that either.”

Anna nodded. “O-okay. Thanks. Then forget my question, and...”

“I haven’t been spanked in a couple of years,” Ginny stated. Anna’s ears perked up and she was instantly rapt. “That last one was unfair, but others weren’t. I got it rarely anyway, but Mum always made sure I cried my eyes out.”

Anna just couldn’t say how Lucy had told her that and much more about Ginny’s spankings, let alone that she’d been across that very woman’s knees and witnessed how it feels to cry her eyes out under Lucy’s hand. So she just nodded.

“D-do you miss it?” Anna asked.

“What? God, no... okay, a little... I mean, no, but, it wasn’t all that bad. Just normal I guess.” She shrugged. “So, now will you tell me what the big deal with spanking is?”

Anna nodded, and took a deep breath. Then another. How could she say it? She couldn’t, she just couldn’t, she... So she just said.

“Some time ago I... I’ve asked Mum to spank me...”

“... you what??”

“Please...” Anna whimpered. “I was curious, and so... yeah, well, I eventually got it.” Still she could not bring herself to reveal Lucy’s involvement. “I get it regularly now and... it’s rather cool, so I...”

“Wait a sec,” Ginny cried. “You’ve asked to be spanked, they agreed, and now you like it?”

Phrased like that, it sounded bad even to Anna!

“Y-yes, kinda.”

“Oh my,” Ginny said breathlessly. She looked away and looked pensive for a few minutes before asking: “Why didn’t you say? And... bare bum and everything?”

Anna blushed and nodded, she too looking elsewhere. “I... it’s not that bad. It helps.”

“What for?”

“It’s like a reward, but also punishment sometimes. It’s... complicated, Gin, really.”

Her friend nodded, shrugging just a little. “Okay. I... am not grossed out or anything, just... weird... as in, unusual!” she quickly corrected herself. “Not weird ‘bad weird’...”

A small smile crept on Anna’s face. “It’s okay.”

It was several minutes before either girl spoke again. This time it was Ginny who broke the ice.

“What kind of things do you get it for?”

“I’ve only got it, uh... thrice...”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Was rude, in bad moods, moping and talking back... Mum and Dad spank me for punishment when I need to get out of a self-disruptive mood or habit.” Ginny blinked. “That’s what my counsellor says,” Anna murmured, blushing and looking at her hands on her lap.

“Oh. Okay.” Ginny looked down too. “I didn’t know you had a counsellor.” Anna sighed. “Nor that you... yeah, that you got spanked.”

“I’m sorry,” Anna said. Ginny shrugged. “Really, I was meaning to say. I *am* saying now.”

“But I did ask if you’d get in trouble at home, sometimes... and you’d said no...”

Anna sighed again. “I’m really sorry, Gin, I wanted to say, just couldn’t.”

Again a long silence, and again Ginny spoke up first. “So does being rude... and avoiding conversation... and keeping things from me...and telling lies... do all those qualify as spanking reasons?”

Anna was aghast. She gulped and pondered. This wasn’t going where she wanted it to... but she knew such a chance would never present itself again, so eventually she shook her head – shook it ‘yes’.

– 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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