Ginny’s computer slowed down terribly as the video feed streamed from the digital camera to the hard disk. After an unsuccessful attempt to launch her newest Nancy Drew video game, Ginny rolled her eyes and gave up. She turned her chair to face Anna instead.

“Like... ow. Uber ow.”

“Sorry. But you deserved it.” Anna giggled

“I know, I know. I just wouldn’t think you spank so well.”

“Do I?” Anna shrugged. “I don’t think so. I just smacked away. I was angry and stuff.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“I read stories, you know. On the Internet.” Anna blushed as she revealed that innermost secret to her best friend. “They say it’s wrong to spank in anger.”

“Stories?”

“Yes. Stories with spanking.”

“They have those?”

“DUH!”

Ginny smiled and shook her head. “The closest to that I’ve seen was a fan-fic where Harry bosses Draco around and then gives him a quick spanking... that’s before they have sex and stuff.”

“Blah. Slash doesn’t do it for me.”

“No kidding. I wouldn’t think there’d be stories for *just* spanking...” She paused a second to think to herself, “...though right now it makes a lot of sense.”

The girls were so lost in chatter they barely noticed when Rob Rosenberg knocked at the door.

“Hey, mum and I are home,” said Ginny’s dad cracking the door open.

Both teens let out a small shriek: they were in panties and with red bottoms!...

... but all Rob did was smile at his daughter and ask if they needed anything.

“N-no Dad, thanks,” said Ginny. “We’re fine.”

“Alright.” He eyed the Canon connected to the computer. “Need help with the camera?”

Anna gulped, and she was glad that no preview of the streaming video was showing on-screen.

“Oh no we’re fine, thanks Rob.”

“Yes, Dad, we’re alright. Get outta here already!”

Ginny realised that the way they were sitting, their backsides weren’t visible from the doorstep – which was a darn good thing to begin with, given that Rob largely disapproved of his daughter’s most revealing lingerie.

“Okay, okay. Gee what’s up, PMS?”

Ginny growled as he retreated from the bedroom and closed the door.

“That’s all they say. When a girl is cranky, they’re like: PMS? So annoying.”

“Yeah.” Anna rolled her eyes. “But damn... that was close.”

“Too close for comfort. We’re going to have to be very careful.”

Anna shrugged. “I don’t want my jeans on right now, thanks. And the redness will be gone in less than an hour anyway.”

Ginny nodded and stared silently at the screen as the video downloaded. She was suddenly pensive, and a small frown troubled her pretty face.

“What’s wrong?” Anna asked.

“Nothing... just...”

“What?”

Ginny shrugged. “Never mind. I meant that we’re going to have to be careful in the future, but yeah, never mind, okay?”

“No, no, wait a second...” Anna said.

“An? I said never mind.”

“Well I do. You wanna do this again, that what you mean?”

Ginny’s frown deepened. She idly played with the mouse, watching as the cursor moved slowly on the screen. “Kinda.”

“Well, me too,” Anna admitted, not without a blush. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“I s’pose.”

Ginny’s reply was far less than enthusiastic, and it made Anna roll her eyes. She figures that since her friend had only just found out about that spanking could be fun too and not just aggravating, she needed time to process the new information and work on it. Fine by her, but she would really want this topic to be natural between the two of them and not so off-limits.

The progress bar on the screen read 98%. Anna knew the video hadn’t come out right, and was silently glad for that, but still she couldn’t wait to see what *had* been taped. Tension was killing her.

“You’re a lousy spanker anyway,” she muttered.

Ginny’s eyes grew large. “I’m sorry? You were all pink!”

Anna snorted. She stood and grabbed a mirror from Ginny’s vanity on the other side of the room. She motioned for her friend to stand and positioned the mirror near her backside.

“Look.”

Ginny did, and her jaw dropped. “Y-you... you monster! Look what you’ve done to me!”

She was typically British and her skin was much paler than her friend’s, so the redness glowed even brighter on her practically bare backside.

“Oh c’mon. It was no big deal.”

Ginny tentatively ran a hand over her spanked behind, feeling the heat. It was weird but not an unpleasant sensation altogether.

“Well I got it last anyway,” she muttered. “I’m sure yours looked like this too.”

“Did not. You’re a wimp and can’t spank.” Anna giggled, knowing she was cruising.

“Huh? Dare to repeat that?” Ginny towered over Anna, making their six-inch difference even more blatant. “C’mon little girl, say it to my face!”

She brandished the mirror as you do a weapon, and that made Anna burst out in laughter. She’d never been afraid of Ginny... though she figured her muscled arm could seriously chastise if properly applied to her small, tender bare bottom.

“You – can – not – spank,” Anna said, chuckling for good measure.

“Well, that’s it!”

Ginny grabbed her friend’s shoulders and tried to wrestle her... somewhere. Anna resisted. She put every ounce of strength in the fight. Eventually Ginny pushed harder and Anna fell face-first across the computer table!

She felt her belly rest on the keyboard and a second later Ginny’s hand descended with a mighty and loud SWAT! across her panty-clad bum.

“Ow!!!” That had hurt plenty!

“So?” SWAT! CRACK! SPANK!

“Ouchieee! Okay, okay, sorry! You’re a great spanker!” Anna said amidst yelps and giggles.

“Ah, music to my ears!”

She was about to deliver another open-handed assault to her friend’s plump inviting posterior, when a window popped up on the screen and it got her attention. It said: “Copying file.”

Ginny frowned, for that wasn’t what the video software was supposed to say. She gently moved a puzzled Anna aside and checked. The video transfer was completed alright, so completed that the status bar had reached 100% and then disappeared. The “Copying file” thing was a Windows message. Before either girl could understand, it disappeared.

“What’s up?” Anna asked.

“I’m not sure. It says it’s copying the video file... copying where?” Ginny sounded worried. “I haven’t ordered any copying.”

Anna cocked an eyebrow. “Maybe when you pushed me over the keyboard...”

“Yeah,” Ginny nodded. “But how...”

She paled again as she realised that the video feed from the camera had been copied to a shared folder on her Dad’s computer – a folder that the whole family had access to!

– 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.

Copyright © 2005 Haley Brimley . Contact for information and / or feedback.