“Whose idea was it?”

Anna and Ginny sat in silence for several minutes before either could find the courage to speak. Ginny knew she had to say the truth, no matter how awful it was, and it *was* pretty bad.

“It... it was my idea...” she whispered, looking at her hands folded on her lap. “Actually, I...”

“Gin, no,” said Anna. “You needn’t...”

The redhead shrugged. “It’s okay. I... Anna didn’t know I was filming her.”

All parents recoiled in shock, and Rob yelled “WHAT??” before he could help it.

“Please...” Both Ginny and Anna cringed. “Anna didn’t object... much... when she saw it. I did show her right away. I just... I am sorry. Really, this is mostly my fault. Anna isn’t to be blamed, she didn’t even know I was taping it.”

There was more silence as the weight of Ginny’s words sunk in. To Laura’s eyes that didn’t cancel her daughter’s share of fault, but at now least things were clearer and she was moderately relieved that Anna wouldn’t *consciously* do such a thing.

Lucy and Rob, though, were far less than understanding.

“How could you do something like that?” Lucy scolded. “I can barely believe it! I am very ashamed of you, Virginia Rosenberg!”

Her full name. Ginny knew she was doomed.

“To the corner with you, right now!” Lucy ordered.

The girl gulped but did as told. She planted her nose in the corner and kept her hands in front of herself, then thought back of it and instead rubbed her bottom in nervous anticipation.

Behind her back, a whimpering Anna was stood to her feet. She protested feebly when her mother reached for the zipper of her dull pink loose baggy jeans and pulled it down. The pants fell around her ankles and she stood before everyone in her briefs.

Laura immediately pulled on her wrist and upended her across her lap. She wanted to at least spare Anna a little embarrassment, so she only peeled down her underwear when the girl was over the knee. But peel it down to her knees she did, and soon Anna’s bare bottom was in everyone’s full view.

The helpless teenager was crying again already. All the nice spanking thoughts disappeared from her mind, for she knew this was serious and there was no escaping it.

SMACK!

Laura’s hand impacted mightily with Anna’s bare bottom, making the girl yelp and buck. And it was just the beginning. Many more times the woman spanked, making her point across very soundly. Her palm was rigid and inflicted pain to Anna’s backside like the teen had only once felt before in her life... at the hand of Lucy, more than two years earlier.

And yet this was different: it was much worse knowing she hadn’t chosen this and had no control.

“Oww! Mum-mmm!...”

Anna’s wails of protest increased as her buttocks and sit-spots were thoroughly smacked. Her mother didn’t hold back at all and chastised her daughter for all she was worth. Anna kicked and tried to struggle free but in vain. When it was over, Anna’s bottom was glowing a dull shade of pink all over and the poor girl was crying her eyes out.

Laura kept her on her lap as she talked to her. “Do you understand the seriousness of this, Anna?”

“Y-yess m-a’ammm... oww I ssorryyy please no morrrre...”

What she’d read in stories was true: a well-delivered spanking can turn even a ‘grown-up’ teenager into a bawling, blubbering baby.

“Good. We’re going to have a repeat of this at bedtime,” she announced, and that had her daughter cry harder. “Stand up now and go to the corner.”

Anna was slow to comply, though not out of defiance. As soon as she could get herself together she stood. Suddenly she felt modest, vulnerable and exposed. It dawned on her she was bare from the waist down in front of four adults who’d seen her spanked like a little girl. That those were her parents and her best friend’s mattered very, very little.

Miserably covering her front she minced her way over to the corner where Ginny stood. The redhead had heard the spanking and it had brought a few tears even to her eyes. She turned around and hugged Anna so tight for several minutes before freeing the corner and making her way to the couch.

Lucy was sitting in an armless chair though, and motioned for her daughter to come to her. Ginny did so worriedly. As she approached, her mother took hold of her gym shorts and pulled them down to around her ankles. She was far less concerned than Laura about modesty, so she pulled Ginny’s panties all the way down too. A loud whimper escaped the teen’s lips as she tried to preserve her modesty.

To make matters worse for her, Lucy launched herself in a bald-faced scolding that soon had Ginny looking at her feet and sobbing quietly to herself as her bare bum cheeks quivered in anticipation. It wasn’t until a couple of minutes later that she was turned over the maternal knee.

Smack! Spank! Whack! Spank! went Lucy’s hand, and “owwwww!” went Ginny from the very beginning. Her mother was a no-nonsense, very thorough spanker.

Very much like Anna, Ginny’s cries increased as the whacking was underway, to reach their top when Lucy focused her smacks to the tender flesh of her daughter’s sit-spots and thighs.

Before long Ginny’s whole backside was shining a glowing red, and still Lucy kept on. She spanked very rarely but when she did she was a believer in the “spank them to the end and a little bit more” kind of approach. She wanted Ginny to have a long, hard cry.

Sure enough the girl was bawling and thought she could take no more when, after more than five minutes of hard, continued spanking – always interlaced by rather sound scolding – Lucy finally did stop. Ginny had long since lost her battle and just lay there whimpering, sobbing to herself. If ever she’d thought filming was a good idea, she was greatly regretting her choice now!

From the corner where she stood Anna could hear the whole ordeal, wanting so badly to turn around and take a look but not daring to. Her friend’s cries of contrition were bad enough.

“Stand up,” Lucy ordered.

Ginny found it hard to comply but did anyway. Her eyes, red from crying, beseeched her mother for a sign of forgiveness. The woman held out her hands for Ginny to take, and the girl eagerly gave in to the much-needed hug.

“You girls have been irresponsible and careless,” said Laura, standing from the couch. “Both of you. Anna, pull up your underwear and come here...”

Though happy to leave the corner Anna absolutely didn’t fancy pulling up her panties now. But it was still better than showing her bare self to the whole room yet AGAIN, so she just obeyed and walked to her parents. There were hugs for her too, and that too was very much needed.

“Ginny may have acted on her own,” Laura explained, “but you have your share of responsibility. Do you realise that?”

Anna nodded tearfully, still clinging to her mother.

“Very well,” said Terry. “Tonight you’ll be spanked again, and that will be it. As far as we’re concerned, the incident is closed... right?”

Rob nodded, though grimly. “Hopefully. We’ll see what Sandra and Frank have to say about this.” He turned to his daughter. “Ginny, you better hope this has no long-term consequences, or you’ll be having a very long-term acquaintance with my belt. Is that clear, little girl?”

The fear in Ginny’s eyes was evident but she didn’t dare counter that threat. She just nodded her head and murmured a ‘yes sir’ that was barely audible.

Eventually the girls’ sobbing died down, and their first-ever shared disciplinary spanking was over.

– 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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