“FUCK!!!” Ginny yelled.

Quickly she opened the shared folder on her Dad’s computer, selected the video file and hit the DEL key to delete it. She let out a huge sigh of relief when she saw it gone forever. Now the only existing copy was the one still in the camera.

“What’s wrong?” Anna asked.

Ginny explained what had happened, and her friend paled too.

“Oh. Damn! Well, it couldn’t have been there for more than a minute anyway. While we were talking... and wrestling... I’m sure no one saw it.”

“But what if they have?” Ginny’s voice trembled. “That’s Dad’s shared folder!”

“Where is it?”

“On Dad’s computer in his study. All computers in the house are networked.” Ginny was panting. “And he uses his all the time!... I... Anna, go check.”

“Huh?”

“Go to my dad’s study and see if he acts suspicious or worried or... something.”

“No way, it’s your Dad, it’s your fault, you go.”

“No!”

Ginny spun her friend around towards the door and smacked her sore bottom in encouragement. “You go. Your panties actually cover something. I’m practically naked.”

“Well put something on!”

“Nope. It hurts. Go NOW, or else!”

“Okay, okay...” Anna rolled her eyes as she reached for the doorknob. “Can it already.”

Anna cracked the door open and poked her head outside. No one in the corridor. She sneaked out of the bedroom and slithered along the wall to Rob’s study that was just two doors away. The door stood ajar and he could be heard rummaging inside.

Again Anna poked her head in. The man was standing by the large mahogany desk, a carton box full of papers in his hands. He frowned as he apparently couldn’t find something he was looking for.

The young teen sighed with relief. He didn’t seem to have noticed anything, and now the file was deleted. She glanced at his screen and saw the screensaver on: the computer hadn’t even been touched recently. Anna barely contained a “yay!” as she retreated...

... but she couldn’t contain an “oww!” as Lucy Rosenberg’s palm slapped her pert backside.

“Peeping toms get spanked!” she announced.

Anna’s hand rubbed her smarting bum as she turned and saw that Lucy was grinning. Thank God she didn’t really mean it! She couldn’t quite bear another spanking after Ginny’s ‘playful’ swats.

“Hehe I guess. Nah I was just...” her mind worked feverishly, “... seeing if Rob could help with something, but it’s alright.”

“Oh. Can I help instead?”

“No!” Anna said – too quickly. “I mean, no ma’am but thank you anyway.”

“Hmm,” Lucy frowned. “When you girls call me ‘ma’am’ I know that something’s up. You’re never that respectful unless you’re trying to butter me up.”

Anna’s jaw dropped in mock horror. “But, Lucy! Disrespectful, us? Never!”

“Yeah, right.” She circled Anna’s shoulders with her arm as they walked back down the corridor. “By the way, where do you get those panties?”

Anna blushed. “A-at Petticoat Lane.”

“Oh. Ginny goes there too. Obviously not the same traders.” Lucy rolled her eyes. “Perhaps you can convince her? I don’t like that lingerie of hers and nor does her father.”

“Okay... I’ll try, but, you know her.”

“Yeah. Oh well, a mother’s got to try.”

Lucy ruffled Anna’s hair and gently patted her bum again as she left there at Ginny’s door. No sooner had she vanished in the living room that the door opened and Ginny dragged her friend in.

“Ow! Easy...”

“So?”

“Your mum wants you to...”

SWAT! to Anna’s bottom. “I’ve heard! I mean Dad!”

“OW! HEY stop that!” Anna’s fingers kneaded her backside which was now very sore indeed. Spankings do accumulate!

“You’re such a whiner. Not five minutes ago you were saying I don’t spank hard enough, and now... ooh you’re distracting me!” Ginny jumped up and down on the spot. “So what’d he say?”

“Nothing, he’s working. He hasn’t noticed.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Totally. There’s even the screensaver on.”

Ginny whimpered. “So he HAS turned on his computer!”

“Yes but he hasn’t touched it I guess.” Anna rolled her eyes. “Hey wouldn’t he have stormed in here if he saw the video, hmm?”

Ginny nodded, thinking to herself. Indeed he would have, knowing him. Well, anybody would have at least demanded an explanation. There was just no way he could have seen the video and not do something about it right away. Finally the redhead seemed to relax some.

“Alright. Guess we’re safe then.”

“Yeah I guess so.”

Anna sighed and collapsed on the bed on her back. Her bottom stung as it rested on the comforter, but she didn’t want to give Ginny an inviting target by lying on her stomach.

“See, though, I was right,” said Ginny. “We’ve got to be careful.”

“Ha!” Anna snorted. “It’d be alright hadn’t you taped it to begin with.”

Ginny shrugged. “I told ya, nothing came out.”

Anna bobbed up her head. “Then why the big deal with your Dad, huh? And there IS some feed...”

Ginny shrugged again. “Must be less than a minute. And whatever there is, it’s too much trouble.” She picked up the camera and fiddled with it. “There, all deleted. Now we’re really safe.”

Anna sighed but also smiled a bit. It was better off that way, after all. The memory of that first shared spanking – of the entire afternoon actually – would only live on in their minds. Wasn’t that the best way of remembering something?

Eventually Ginny returned to the computer. Anna had been lying on the bed for so long her eyes were heavier by the minute. The sore bottom and all the commotion were making her super sleepy. Not even the excitement now raging in her loins could keep her alert. She felt the need to relieve herself, but at the same time she didn’t want to. It was just nice to have that tingle there, no matter how strong.

Her flow of thoughts was interrupted when Ginny climbed on the bed aside her and lay down too.

“I’m tired,” she mumbled.

“Mm-hmm,” Anna muttered. “I wanna nap.”

“We’ve got homework. Lots of it.”

Anna shrugged. “Dun care.”

She reached for Ginny’s blanket, an official product by the International Volleyball Federation, and burrowed herself into it. It felt fuzzy and warm. Her friend soon wrapped it around herself too, moving closer to Anna so they’d both fit. Their bare knees and elbows entwined.

“But we’ll get in trouble.”

“Big deal...” Anna replied sleepily. Her eyes closed. “We’ll be grounded.”

“I mean spankings.”

“Yeah. You’ll spank me for not doing it...”

“So will you...”

“I don’t wanna spanking,” Anna whispered. “I’ll do my homework.”

“Me too,” said Ginny.

“I’m getting up...”

“I’m not even sleepy...”

Seconds later they were sound asleep, nestled warmly in the blanket. But somewhere else huge trouble stewed...

– 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.