“On Monday then?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “No-ooo.”

“Then Tuesday?”

“I’ve got to practice and so do you.”

Anna sighed and even pouted a little. A slight wind blew through her black hair as she and Ginny made their way to the Rosenbergs’ house after volleyball training. She was really dying to know when their next spanking could be, but Ginny wasn’t as eager.

“Then when??” Anna asked exasperatedly.

“Look, I don’t know. Whenever will be, will be.”

That hurt a little. “Gin? Are you... upset at me or something?”

Ginny’s eyes grew wide and she stopped walking. “No!” she exclaimed, turning to face Anna.

“B-but then...”

“An, listen. We’ve got in enough trouble as it is. We need to be careful. And then...” she looked away, “I do want to do it again, but I need time, okay?”

Anna nodded, hanging her head just a bit.

“You’re kinda used to this,” Ginny whispered, “but I’m not. I need time to sort out things.”

“I... do understand. Really.” Anna sighed. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to pressure you.”

“That’s alright,” Ginny smiled. The girls shared a brief hug. “And then you can get all the spankings you want at home, right?”

Anna rolled her eyes as they resumed walking. “Yes but that’s different... oh you know.”

Her mind drifted back to the cute little spanking she’d got that morning by her mother, and how once again she’d imagined herself across Ginny’s thighs with her panties down.

Eventually they got to Ginny’s place, which was a nice little two-story house in the West End. In they went... and much to their surprise, both sets of parents were there.

Laura and Terry Hartford sat on the living room couch in front of the TV. They gave the girls a fleeting look as they entered. Rob and Lucy Rosenberg were standing, pacing the room, and their stare was longer and more penetrating.

“Please come in,” said Lucy.

Anna and Ginny froze in the doorstep. Neither had ever seen a firing squad, but that was too darn close for comfort. Instantly they knew this was about the video. Anna gulped. Ginny relived all events from yesterday in her mind, and was *sure* she’d deleted the file...

The girls dropped their sports bags in the foyer and walked to the living room.

“You sit right here,” Laura told her daughter.

Anna’s hands started to sweat but she complied and sat between her parents on the couch. Lucy mo-tioned for Ginny to come for her, and albeit cowering, the girl did. As soon as she was in range, her fa-ther Rob slapped her right across the face.

Anna jumped and let out a squeal. Lucy gave her husband a reproving look, and so did the other adults. “I thought we’d agreed to be reasonable about it?” she said.

Ginny just hung her head, looking at her feet. Her eyes glimmered with tears.

“I’m sorry,” said Rob.

He sighed. He outstretched his hand and tried to touch Ginny’s cheek but she slapped his hand away angrily, muttering some obscenity. The man shook his head and retreated to the kitchen.

Anna fought the urge to cry. “B-but why??” she asked in a hoarse whisper.

Laura took hold of her daughter’s arm and gently spun her around so she was facing her. “That little video thing you and Ginny have been doing... it has caused such mess you wouldn’t believe.”

And in fact she didn’t, nor did.

“But I’ve deleted it!...” said the redhead before she could help it.

There went their only chance to deny everything, but after all, there wasn’t much denying to do given the state of things. It was obvious all parents had seen... what? A few seconds of video?

“And we thought it hadn’t even come out,” Anna whimpered.

“Well it has,” said her father Terry. He sounded very upset. “Just maybe not all of it.”

“An, Gin,” said Laura. “We understand that you girls might want to... experiment... about your sexuality... or whatever it is that you were doing. But filming it and leaving the file around where eve-ryone can see it is not right.”

Upon hearing that, something clicked in Anna’s mind. What *had* their parents seen?

“What do you mean?” she said, less than respectfully. “It was just a spanking, we were playing.”

The parents exchanged looks. Perplexed looks. So did the girls.

“A spanking?” said Rob, coming back into the living room.

Ginny blushed and nodded, her eyes still downcast.

“Well...” said Lucy, running fingers through her hair. “Then perhaps you’re right when you’re say-ing the rest didn’t come out. What we’ve seen is... well, yes, the stripping part.”

Anna’s jaw dropped and she quickly hid her face in her hands. This was too embarrassing, she wanted to die there and then, no questions asked. Ginny’s reaction wasn’t in any way different.

“We honestly thought that you girls were...” Laura said, “well you know.”

“Mother! No!” said Anna. “I... we never.”

“That’s right,” Ginny echoed.

“Now, now,” Laura said. “There wouldn’t be anything wrong with that, just as...”

“What?” Rob said. “There’s nothing wrong with being a lesbian? Fuck, there is so.”

“Rob!” Again Lucy reprimanded him. “Are you willing to talk or not?”

“Yeah whatever.” He shrugged and again paced the room. Both Ginny and Anna had fearful looks in their eyes by now, especially at such flare-ups from him.

“What I mean,” said Laura, trying to ignore him, “is that we’re mostly okay with what you two do in your free time, but you must never, ever do something like that again.”

“But how is that POSSIBLE?” Ginny exclaimed, looking up. She looked at her mother. “Mum, I swear I deleted it! It was on Dad’s computer by mistake for a minute or so. I deleted it right away, Mum, really!!” She was on the verge of tears.

“Not fast enough, though, Gin...”

“Sit.”

The command came from Rob, as he pointed the couch to his daughter. She still glared at him but did as ordered. She sat close to Anna and the two girls held hands so tight they whitened.

“Now I’m going to tell you what huge mess your little stunt has caused,” Rob said, his arms crossed. “If you believe it or not, that’s your business.

“Every evening at 5:30 I upload the day’s work to the office server. For the computer illiterate,” he glanced towards Terry, “that means that everything I’ve done that day is transferred to a computer in the office building. It’s a file-transfer protocol that takes place automatically. Since it’s an everyday thing I have pre-set a routine on my computer to do that by itself, without my intervention.

“So every day at 5:30 my computer uploads files to my office. Files are taken from several folders... including the shared folder, Ginny. As I said, my intervention isn’t required. I don’t check that folder before it is uploaded, because I know there’s not supposed to be anything compromising there. Only my stuff. Obviously I have been naïve, because this time there was this 27-second video of you and Anna on the bed. Anna is pulling down her panties while you look intently. Then it stops.”

Anna let out a strangled sobs and collapsed in her mother’s arms, crying openly, totally humiliated. Ginny seemed to have trouble breathing. She looked at the carpet, wide-eyed and whimpering hoarsely.

“As a consequence,” said Rob, “the video was seen by my colleagues. Luckily only two were still at the office. Frank and Sandra.... two very loyal friends who called me this morning to report it. I cannot tell you how dangerous it would be had my boss or even a perfect stranger laid their eyes on it. It would be a very serious criminal offence. It’s bad enough to have to explain to my friends that I’m not a sick pervert filming fifteen-year-olds undressing, and that it must have been something you two did on your own. They didn’t even seem to believe me that much, if you really want to know.”

Anna just sobbed harder. Laura held her tight but didn’t do anything to lessen her anguish, and in-stead made sure she was still listening. Ginny finally lost it too; she stood and ran to her mother, and collapsed in her arms. Lucy behaved much like her best friend and just held her close.

“It was just a few seconds...” Anna whimpered pitifully. “I’m sorry Mummy, please believe me, we were just playing, it’s not as it looks, I swear, she was giving me a spanking, Mummy PLEASE!”

“Shh, An,” Laura nodded condescendingly as she tried to hush her daughter.

“We believe you,” said Terry. “Be quiet now. An, please. Listen.”

He placed a hand on her back and that seemed to soothe the teenager. Her crying didn’t decrease but she did look up.

“Rob I’m so sorry,” she blubbered.

“Yeah,” said Ginny, who didn’t quite have the strength to look up at her father yet.

Rob nodded and again paced the room.

The minutes went by slowly, with the parents (most of them anyway) trying to calm down Anna and Ginny and not quite succeeding. Eventually the girls were so spent from crying that they lay in their mothers’ arms, eyes red and puffy, pouting heavily.

Lucy gently let go of her daughter and sat her on an armchair before speaking. “Girls, we don’t know yet if there’s going to be any serious consequences for this. I guess time will tell, but we’re going to speak to Frank and Sandra tomorrow morning – you’re going to be there too, actually, and before you say anything, that’s final. I don’t care how embarrassing it is, you will be there, period.”

That silenced the protest that both Anna and Ginny were ready to voice. Especially Anna: how could she possibly face two perfect strangers who’d seen her bare in a home-made video? The thought along made her head spin. However, both girls just hung their heads and muttered “yes ma’am”.

“As of now,” Laura said, “I think it’s clear you’re both going to be punished. Severely, might I add. This is too serious to let it pass.”

The whimpers renewed at the announcement, though it was obvious from the very first moment that the girls were in for it big time.

“The only thing we need to know now before we proceed,” Rob said, “is... whose idea was it?”

– 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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