“... I need to show you something.”

Anna discarded her jeans, still rubbing her bottom through her panties, and followed Ginny as she headed for the closet on the opposite wall. The door was cracked open, just a couple of inches... and now that she was close, Anna could see what was inside.

A metre-high tripod, and a digital camera on top of it. Anna’s breath came in ragged gasps. She distracted herself with the camera model (Canon MVX25i) and slowly processed the new information.

“I’m... sorry, I guess that’s the word.” Ginny laughed nervously.

“I... th-that...” Anna stuttered.

“Yeah. An, I just couldn’t help it.”

“But...” Anna’s eyes beseeched her friend’s, looking for answers.

“When you were using the toilet. I set this up right quick and... ooh I don’t know.” Ginny sighed. “It was such a great opportunity and I wanted a, um, souvenir?”

The image of two fifteen-year-olds engaging in spanking fun hardly matched the idea of ‘souvenir’ Anna had in mind. She imagined the tape being sold in stores, labelled as “A Taste of London: That’s What Our Sick Teens Do With Their Free Time!” Disgusted, she discarded the thought.

“You haven’t asked...” she said pensively.

“I knowww, I’m sorry,” Ginny said, biting her lower lip. “I know I should ask... but... aren’t you glad you can see how it went? I mean, see it from an external point of view?”

That had sounded right in Ginny’s mind but somehow it rang wrong in Anna’s ears. She felt her face flush and get as warm as her bottom, and probably more.

“Y-yes, that’d be cool...” she admitted, “but you should have asked!”

She couldn’t prevent the chiding hint in her voice, and Ginny couldn’t help but notice.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, her head now hanging.

She looked truly repentant. Anna looked away and didn’t say anything. With another sigh, Ginny took the camera in her hands and fiddled with it.

“Aww!” she exclaimed. “It didn’t come out.”

Anna wasn’t sure whether to feel sorry or happy. “How d’you mean?”

Ginny removed the battery pack and shook her head. “Didn’t check the battery. It must’ve taped a minute and then turned off...” She frowned. “There, bet you’re all happy now.”

At those words, Anna’s indignation flared up. “Excuse me? I’d have every right to be happy! Which doesn’t mean I AM happy...” She stopped as Ginny gave her a puzzled look. “I mean... oh I don’t know, but you had no right to film me if I didn’t agree!”

“Hey I was filming myself!” Ginny snorted. “I can film myself in my bedroom.”

“So that I was across your lap getting spanked was just a disturbance?” Anna retorted.

The two teens glared, eyes locked into each other’s, panting slightly. Ginny was the first to look away; the look of hurt in Anna’s eyes wasn’t easy to bear.

“I already said I’m sorry. Here, it didn’t even record, okay? What you wanna do, spank me?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she knew that was it. Anna realised as well, for she grabbed her friend’s wrist pronto and dragged her to the bed.

“Waittttt I was just saying that!” Ginny protested.

She didn’t really try to get away, though. Something prevented her from struggling too much, or pulling too much. She was more athletic, she could get free of Anna’s grasp any time... she just didn’t.

“Well I think you deserve it,” Anna mumbled.

She sat on the edge of the bed and ‘wrestled’ her friend across her thighs. It wasn’t easy to hold Ginny there but Anna succeeded. She gathered her friend’s legs and pulled them up so they rested on the bed, to give herself a better balance. She’d read that in stories; contrarily to Ginny, Anna *did* know quite a bit about spanking someone – at least in theory.

It was time for her friend to be educated... in more ways than one.

“An come on we were just playing! You’d’ve said yes if I asked!”

“Well maybe! But I could say no too. That was my choice anyway.”

As she said that, Anna worked the pants of Ginny’s tracksuit off her muscular bottom and pulled down until they were at mid-thigh. Ginny’s DKNY thong underwear was revealed, and since that offered no protection Anna wasted no time in applying her hand to the almost bare bottom before her.

SPANK!

“Oww!”

Ginny struggled mightily now, and Anna had to resort to every ounce of strength to keep her in place. She knew she couldn’t hold on for long, though, so the spanks came as hard and as fast as she could deliver them.

“Oww heyyyy!” Ginny whined. “Okay An I’m sorry! Really!”

“I don’t care,” was Anna’s grumbled reply.

The way she saw it her privacy had been violated and she had every right to take it out on Ginny’s bum. Her hand came down faster and harder, until it stung and then hurt, but she didn’t care. She just kept on spanking Ginny for all she was worth, seeing as her pale bottom pinked rapidly.

Ginny was used to harder spankings, but that was years ago... and this somehow hurt worse anyway. She couldn’t really grasp what was going on, and yet part of her understood this was fair and she should just submit to punishment. Her body decided in her place, though, because after a minute or so of well-placed smacks Ginny was running out of energy and couldn’t squirm so much anymore.

“An... please... I said I’m sorry!...”

Her voice trembled just a bit as she said that and tears welled up in her eyes. Anna continued to spank, undeterred, and saw her friend’s bottom turn a darker and darker pink.

Soon Ginny relaxed – or rather, went limp – across Anna’s lap. The pretty redhead gave up the fight and just lay there taking it. It wasn’t the sting to make her want to cry, but rather the hurt as she realised she’d been wrong in her actions, and that she’d angered her best friend.

“An... please...” she wailed and whimpered. “I’m sorry, Annie, I didn’t want to, please I just wanted to tape it ‘cause it was special and I love you so much... please...”

Ginny dissolved into sobs and hid her face in her hands. That brought Anna out of her spanking trance. She stopped and stared at her friend’s bottom, now a glowing red, and then at her heaving shoulders shaken by sobs.

She too felt a pang of guilt at having taken her anger out on Ginny like that. Not that the resentment had subsided, and still...

“Gin... I’m sorry... it’s okay...” Anna murmured.

It was all she could say before letting her go. Ginny collapsed to the floor on her knees. Anna did too, tears brimming from her eyes. She enveloped her friend in a tight hug that was promptly returned.

It was several minutes before either girl could speak.

“Hey,” Anna whispered as she broke the hug.

Ginny dried her eyes and brushed a straw of red hair plastered to her sweaty face. She was sniffling and her nose ran and her cheeks were cherry red (both pairs of cheeks)... but she was also beautiful.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too... Apology?”

Ginny nodded. “Accepted.”

“Yours too.”

“I just...” Ginny hesitated. “I just wanted to save this memory.”

Anna gulped but smiled a bit. “Was it really that precious to you too?”

A firm nod. “Yes. I’ve been thinking of doing... that... recently, since I saw you cringe every time the topic was brought up. It just sounded cool in my mind... and it was.”

Anna smiled more convincingly. “For me too, you know... Hell, I’m almost sorry the video didn’t come out right.”

Ginny laughed gently. “Yeah. Well let’s take a look anyway.”

She stood clumsily, and she too discarded her pants. The two friends sat gingerly in front of the computer, their panties offering little or no protection from the sore bottoms. Ginny plugged in the camera, launched U-Lead Video Studio and transferred the video feed to the computer...

– 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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