The best thing about turning twelve? Being able to walk home after school on my home, for sure. It was embarrassing for all of us to still be collected by our mothers, fathers, older siblings of whatever. Those selected few whose parents didn’t care would look at us and snicker. Now, finally, most of us were allowed to go home by ourselves... there must be something about the age of twelve that makes parents believe you’re old enough for certain things. I wonder what that is.

Of course, I wasn’t too old to have a baby-sitter, no. The acquaintance of my newly-found sitter’s hand with my bare bottom, not a month earlier, for being rude and not listening to her was still quite vivid in my memory. Now, that is something you don’t want to tell the others. What would they think if they knew such an older girl – a woman! – had upended me across her knees to spank me? Or, better: what would they say if they saw me hanging out with an old woman at all? When you’re four, you don’t notice girls at all. When you’re seven you do, and you hate them. At the end of the pre-teen years you start to like them, but you think you’re superior. A twelve-year-old MAN spanked by a woman? It was unthinkable in our little world! But still...

“Hey Brimley. That your girlfriend?”

“My, she’s such a chick.”

“Man, look at that ass...”

“Who cares! Such tits.”

Such grossness was pretty usual, so it took me a while to realise they were talking about Gina. Huh?? There she was. She stood at the end of our schoolyard, dressed in tight jeans and a green top. She waved at me and smiled. Yeah... she was cute after all... but...

“Well, she...” Of course I grabbed the chance and said: “Sure. She’s hot ain’t she.”

“C’mon, ain’t your girlfriend! She’s old.”

“Could be your mother.”

“Yeah well you don’t know shit,” I said, shrugging.

“You wish she was!”

“Damn sure I do!”

Wasn’t true, but there and then, I had a reputation to maintain.

Unfortunately, Nicole Williams heard me too. Uh-oh. That wasn’t good. A mixture of sadness and surprise painted on her cute face and she wrinkled up her little nose weirdly. I felt a pang of guilt, for I knew she wasn’t grossed out by us and liked to hang out with me and I... well... yeah I did too. She was a cool girl. And kinda pretty. Oh you know what I mean!

“This is stupid,” I muttered to my friends, hoping to make it better for Nicole somehow.

Not that it worked. She looked away and sighed, pretending to mind her own business. Her athletic frame was clad in overalls and a red shirt beneath. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her wear a dress.

I saw Gina waving again, more impatiently now, and I thought I’d better be going. So I said goodbye – with one of those awfully complicated handshakes that guys use – and walked towards the other end of the yard, where a small pathway brought to the road where cars parked. I turned around after a while to see what Nicky was doing, and I saw her walking face down, looking at her shoes. She was still close.

Was she following me or what?

I got to Gina and said hi. She bent forward and tousled my hair, kissing my forehead in public was a HUGE no-no. Thank Heavens! But then she looked past me and said:

“Hey Nicky. Why the long face?”

Again she bent, and kissed my friend.

“Oh nothing,” Nicole said. “‘s okay, really. Shall we go?”

Go? We? Huh?

“Sure,” said Gina, before turning to me. “Haley, I hope you don’t mind. Your mother said it’s okay if we go to Nicky’s house. Your dad will come get you there in a few hours. You can do homework and play or whatever it is that you like to do. That’s going to be cool, isn’t it?”

I don’t know who got the most murderous glare from me, Gina or Nicky. But while my sitter just sighed and feigned a punch to my jaw, my friend looked even more hurt. What now? Did she think I didn’t want to be with her or something? Girls are so stupid. I was just hating the fact that now she knew I was baby-sat, and she would go tell all of her little friends and my reputation was screwed. I was screwed. Bye bye Haley...

... then it dawned unto me that she was being baby-sat too! Oh my, I wasn’t alone in such humiliation. As we walked to Gina’s car, we exchanged looks and, now that I thought about it, there was some shame on her face too. Twelve and treated like a little girl. I’m sure she didn’t like that either. Okay, so we had that in common. So what. She was still stupid. Kinda.

The drive to Nicole’s house was fast and short, luckily. There was such awkward silence in the car that I’m sure we could hear a butterfly sneeze. Gina would try and liven things up with a joke or something, and both Nicole and I would smirk out of politeness, but that would be it.

I can’t honestly say I disliked her place, even though it was really small and not as nicely kept as mine. It was actually rather shabby. Not that I minded... if anything, I was in my element in a messy place... but I would expect something richer and much nicer. I don’t know why, but despite the masculine clothing she had this upper-class girl aura around her. Turned out I was wrong. Maybe some of the gloom on her face was because she was ashamed of showing me her place.

“Ya mum’s n’t home?” I mouthed as we were hanging our coats.

Nicole shook her head no. I knew she didn’t have a dad, but I had no idea what her mother did for a living. “She’s at the hospital,” she said as though reading my mind.

Immediately I worried. Had something happened to her? I hated the thought of Nicole having to lose her mother also. I don’t know why I thought that, of all the people in my class with one parent or even none, but it was instinctive.

“Nicky’s mum’s a nurse,” Gina explained.

I exhaled. Of course, why hadn’t I thought of that? My mother was a nurse too. It should have been automatic for me to associate the hospital with a job rather than with an accident or something.

“Tea, soda, anyone?” Gina offered.

I nodded, and so did Nicole. “Cherry Coke,” we said at the same time. We exchanged looks and she smiled. I lowered my eyes. She sighed and went to her room.

Gina went for the kitchen at the same time, and I was left there not knowing what to do. So I followed Nicole to her bedroom, even though girls’ bedrooms were usually all pink and frilly and stuff. Might be cool, yes, but usually not.

Surprise, surprise! No pink stuff. Even too Spartan, it was. The walls were white and not decorated, apart from a couple of pictures and dance awards (Nicole was in the school’s gym team and all that). On her bedside table stood a framed photo of her with a middle aged man, probably her father. A few clothes scampered on the floor and the bed. A CD player. A small TV. A desk with school textbooks, notebooks and pen-cases. That was it. Definitely not a typical girlie room.

“What’s to look?” she addressed me rather acidly, but then soothed her own tone. “Like it?”

I shrugged. “It’s okay. Mine’s messier,” I smiled. She smiled too, and rolled her eyes.

She busied herself emptying her bag and making sure everything was super tidy on her desk, which was kind of in contrast with the rest of the room. And hey, part of the desk was actually painted in pink... see, girls are just all alike!

“So,” I started, plopping down on her bed without being offered to. “Gina hangs out at your place sometimes?” I didn’t want to use the word ‘sitting’.

“Yeah,” she exhaled as she dropped her bag and came to sit on the bed too... close to me... I moved a couple of inches away and gulped. “She, err... I mean, you too?”

I nodded. “She’s pretty cool. Most of the times anyway.”

“Ya she’s cool for a baby-sitter.”

“She’s not a baby-sitter!...” I erupted, but Nicole cast me one of those ‘oh please!’ looks. “Okay she is,” I mumbled, and sighed as I fell back on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

Nicky did the same thing, and again her head was inches from mine. “I hate it to have to have a sitter, you know.”

“Tell me about it...”

She looked at me impishly. “I am telling you about it!”

“Come onnn!” I grinned as I pushed her away. She giggled some as she pushed me back.

Okay, see why she was pretty cool. At least she wasn’t one of those girls shrieking ‘you beast!’ or something when you touched her. I hated those nancies. Must’ve been because she was athletic, but Nicole accepted to be pushed and she even pushed back. To a twelve-year-old boy, that’s important! Life is easy like that.

“D’you think that Gina...” Nicole started after a while, but she never made it to the end of the question...

“Nicole Elisabeth Williams!” Gina called loudly from the kitchen.

Uh-oh, full name. Nicky’s eyes went wide like saucers and she sat up on the bed right away. She swallowed hard as her eyes glued to me, then to the door. “Y-yes?” she called out, probably more feebly than she would’ve wanted.

“You come here this instant, young lady!”

‘Young lady’? Definitely uh-oh. I shivered as Nicky grabbed my hand. Instinctively I squeezed it, and she looked at me funny. We didn’t say, but I think it was pretty clear to both what the danger was there, and that we both knew that the other knew, and... Oh well, I can’t quit explain. You guys know what I’m talking about anyway.

Nicole jumped up from the bed, smoothing her wrinkled shirt and her baggy cargo jean overalls. She went for the door and turned around to look at me. Our eyes locked up again for a second.

“I’m waiting!”

“On my way...”

She bit her lower lip and kind of jumped up and down on the spot, a pleading look in her eyes. She was trying to put off an inevitable confrontation, it seemed to me. To this day, I largely regret not doing or saying anything: I just looked at her, staring blankly in her fearful brown eyes, not offering the word of encouragement or reassuring that she was probably looking for.

Eventually Nicole walked out of her room and I heard footsteps down the hallway, and into the kitchen. They started talking, well, mostly Gina did, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. That, and the curiosity that was devouring me had me on my feet in a second, and I tiptoed to the room’s door. I cracked it open and stuck my head past it; it was enough to hear most of what was being said in the kitchen just a few feet away; one should remember that the house was very small.

“... third time in a week? Honey, I can’t believe it!” This was obviously Gina’s voice.

“I know, but... let me expl-...”

“Your mother was very clear, you two have a deal on house chores, don’t you? I suppose you should be keeping word to your part and dishes and kitchen and groceries is your part this week.”

“I will, I promise... I just... I...” I heard Nicky sniffling a bit, and my heart felt like clenched in an icy grip.

“Sweetie,” Gina’s voice lowered. I could just picture her kneeling in front of Nicole and talking with that patronising tone of hers. “I don’t want to, but your mother was clear. You have a duty and you didn’t respect it.”

“I know.” More sniffling. “Just, please, Haley’s here, I... you...”

“Don’t worry about Haley. You know the rules, Nicole Elisabeth. I’m sorry.”

And that appeared to put an end to the conversation, because all I heard from then on, and for a few seconds, was the noise of Nicky’s shoes sticking to the floor as she obviously dragged her feet. I also thought I’d hear a drawer being opened and closed... and when, a moment later, I saw the girls emerge from the kitchen, I knew I was right.

I retreated instinctively, but there was no danger: they were headed for the other end of the corridor, away from me, where the bathroom door stood ajar. Quite incredibly, they didn’t see me. Gina was holding my friend’s wrist with a hand, and in the other she carried a wooden spoon – but large! I think my eyes popped out of my orbits, but I don’t remember picking them up from the floor, so probably they didn’t. Oh, but that was the feeling. Among others.

If ever I’d had doubts that Gina’s scolding and everything wouldn’t be the preamble of a spanking, now I was certain that they were. I felt my whole body shiver and freeze, my blood running cold and burning in my temples at the same time. I was rooted to the spot. Along with the excitement of the moment also came the knowledge that this girl who was to some degree cooler than my other friends was in serious trouble, and that was sad.

And when Nicole whimpered: “I’m sorry... c’mon Gina... don’t give me a spanking...” my head really started to spin.

In my heart I felt sorry and wanted to cry, but yet again curiosity had the best of me and kept me from intervening like maybe I should have. Or not? After all, none of that was my business. I knew Gina’s straightforward method first-hand (ouch), and so it wasn’t that surprising that she’d use it on her other charges too. And according to the Gina’s words, Nicole’s mother knew all about that and had agreed, or even started that approach. So I guess that the girl was used to that kind of discipline.

So I really should have minded my own business.

But that works on paper. When you’re twelve and you see a very cute girl being taken to another room by someone clearly determined to spank her, your heart just breaks and your tummy gives you the hardest time, and all you want to do is keep it from happening. True, I was still torn between the fly-on-the-wall voyeuristic thrill and the disturbing feeling it gave. For a moment I envisioned myself as the gallant prince knocking out the Wooden Spoon Witch and rescuing the beautiful freckled princess in overalls...

... and that’s what I’d do now, but most twelve-year-olds are weak when it’s up to morality, and I was definitely one of those. Not to mention that getting in Gina’s way meant getting in her line of fire, too. Add the fact that I was enthralled by spanking, and you’ve got a peeping tom tiptoeing out of Nicole’s room and following the girls to the now closed bathroom door.

Almost closed. There was a tiny crack. Very convenient. Flattening myself against the wall and then leaning left, I had the perfect view. Gina sitting on a low stool near the bathtub; Nicole standing in front of her; the wooden spoon resting on the tub’s ledge.

Gina’s hand worked the buttons expertly and Nicky’s overalls came down – together with her cotton pink flowered panties.

Well, this is the part where I say it was the first time I saw a girl bare, but no way! Spying on the girls in the gym locker rooms was a favourite activity of ours. They did that to us boys too, the difference being that while they’d scream and shoo us away, we’d pose and exhibit what we thought was ‘a manly package’. Heh. To make a long story short, I didn’t get to see anything I hadn’t seen before... but heck, that was Nicky, not just any girl. And she was about to get spanked, not putting on some silly leotard for gym class.

The sight of Nicole’s bare bottom facing me was breathtaking, and in fact I stopped breathing for a minute. I resumed because I had to, and then because Gina was pulling the girl over her lap and it is something you must be breathing in order to see.

“Nooooo...” Nicky whimpered desperately when she found herself staring at the tiled floor.

But Gina apparently wasn’t in the mood for generous concessions, as she grabbed the wooden spoon and started smacking the upturned nates of my friend right away. Not even a hand warm-up!

“Aeeeiiiiieeeee!!”

The scream was ear-splitting, but it was one of a kind. After the first flurry of swats impacted her backside, Nicole hung her head and just cried, without yelling again, so I suppose it must have been surprise and not real pain. It didn’t matter. My eyes were just glued to the rosy hillocks that were Nicky’s bottom, and I watched eagerly, licking my lips, as she was spanked hard and without so much as a second’s rest between smacks.

Gina was silent, didn’t scold, which compensated for Nicole’s loud response. The poor girl was crying in earnest after the first minute, balling her fists, drumming the floor with her socked feet; the stool was pretty low, so she rested her head on the floor, giving me the occasional eyeful of her tear-streaked face. I felt my heart literally explode several times, and every fibre of my being told me I shouldn’t have been watching, not rapt like that anyway. But I did. There goes morality.

Another minute passed, my eyes still fixated on the sobbing, shaking slender frame that was my friend. Her bottom had gone from the alabaster white it was to pink and red, and was now glowing, with a few crimson areas. That big spoon was awfully efficient. Gina had slowed down the pace, so I reckoned she was about to stop, but the smacks kept falling. Nicole had long since given up attempts to either protest – her pleas were ignored – or try and shield her posterior – her hands were restrained to the small of her back – and just resigned, and cried, shamefacedly and broken.

Every time I’d look at her nicely formed backside, athletic and round, I’d feel a moment of glory and it was hard to tear my eyes away. On the other hand, the sight of her sad, agonising face put me in a gloomy mood. Eventually both of those states of mind ended, because the spanking did. Gina allowed her young charge a moment to regain composure, and I was surprised at how quick Nicky did that. She let herself remain draped over the sitter’s lap for a few seconds, then dried her face in her shirt (uncovering her flat belly and navel for a moment), got to her feet (uncovering much more than that, but again just for a moment) and redressed (damn), yelping for just a second when the fabric of her panties impacted on her red, raw, well-spanked and, I suspect, extremely sore bottom.

Gina dropped the wooden spoon and reached out to Nicky, who let the older girl hug her and keep her close for a little while. She kept sniffling on her shoulders as Gina murmured a few words in her ear, words that I didn’t get to hear.

But I sure heard when Gina looked up and said: “You can come in, Haley.”

~|~|~|~

My heart really stopped beating at that. How long had she known I was there? And why didn’t she sound upset? That was made me nervous. But the look Nicole gave me I’ll never forget. She was still rubbing her panty-clad bottom with a hand, and upon hearing my name called, she turned around and her jaw dropped open in shock. She was hurt and her crying went up a notch. I think I just about died.

“Y-you...!”

“Now, now, Nicole,” Gina gently scolded, holding her chin and spinning her around again.

She parted her legs a little and allowed the girl to sit on her thigh, while enclosing her willowy body with an arm. Nicole calmed down but still shot me a venomous glare.

“No need to call Haley names. You can be sure that he’s going to be a very sorry boy by the time I’m through with him.”

Again that soothing, calm tone, and... wait a minute, she said ‘sorry boy’??

“I... uh... I was just... going to the bathroom, and...”

“Oh, yes, and you stumbled up on your friend getting spanked and of course you thought you’d look,” Gina said, and this time there was definitely a hint of anger in her voice. I didn’t reply. I just looked away and swallowed hard. “How long have you been there?”

Nicole looked at me too, now somewhat hopeful that I hadn’t witnessed the whole thing. The look on her teary face was just unbearable.

“I s-saw everything,” I confessed. Lying on top of it wouldn’t have been the best choice, and I wasn’t a liar anyway.

I think Nicole shuddered, before turning away from me and nesting her face in the crook of Gina’s neck. The woman cradled her and kissed her hair, and then she cast me a you’re-in-serious-trouble stare I wouldn’t have forgotten.

“Nicky, honey,” Gina cooed to her other charge. “Now please stand up and go out.” The girl nodded and stood. “Leave the door open, though. Feel free to take a look as I spank some sense into Haley through his bare bottom.”

I suppose I don’t need to describe the effect that the words ‘spank’ and ‘bare bottom’ had on me. Suffice to say that it’s easy to consider yourself fascinated with spanking when it’s not you getting it. When I knew I was in for it, all my fascination fell apart and I was just another kid about to get it.

However, I did not protest. Contrarily to the other time Gina had spanked me, I thought this one was completely deserved. Call it post-... umm... post-watching guilt, ‘cause watching was all I did, but as much as I was scared I didn’t feel like holding back.

Ironically, Nicole seemed more affected than me. She still looked at me hard as she re-arranged her overalls back into place and walked out of the bathroom, but probably she was wearing an I’m-so-sorry-for-you-but-you-deserve-this face. Can’t say I blame her.

I approached Gina without being told to, and now that Nicole wasn’t close, my sitter showed her true colours and grabbed my wrist angrily.

“Ow!” I protested.

“I didn’t think you’d lower yourself so much, Haley. Just wait till I’m done with you.”

That kinda upset me, both because of the sudden humiliation and because she was basically promising a hard spanking. Even harder than last time?! Oh boy. What had I got myself into?

Next thing I knew, my jeans were being unbuttoned and were coming down my legs. My briefs followed, all the way to my ankles too, and I was bare from the waist down. My face flushed hotly with embarrassment, and I peeked over my shoulder. Nicky was there. But only for a moment. Again she gave me that look, again she bit her lip, again she shook her head. And again she was gone. I heard her footsteps down the hallway, and the door to her bedroom slam.

“See?” Gina said. “You might learn a thing or two from her.”

And with that, she tripped my feet so that I fell gently in place across her lap, my face near the floor too. I barely realised when she picked up the spoon – I was too busy trying to make ends meet. Why Nicole wasn’t getting her revenge despite given the chance to?

But apparently Gina wanted to make sure I learned, since she crashed the spoon on my waiting backside with all her might. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such intense pain in one single moment. It was like something had dug its way into my backside and exploded from within. Major oww!

“Owwwwwwwww!!”

My scream wasn’t any lower than Nicole’s, I reckon. Again, it really didn’t matter there and then. Gina’s spoon landed on both of my bottom cheeks repeatedly, at a fast rate, the nasty wood painting a red pattern on my flesh and not giving me even the slightest rest.

After a few seconds spent gasping and breathing hard, the incredible sting brought tears to my eyes and I just had to cry. The pain was blinding and I didn’t like the whole thing one bit. I wondered if that’s what Nicole must have been feeling too. And I realised I would have hated it if someone were standing in the doorway with an eyeful of my over-the-knee suffering.

How awful had I been? Smack! Smack! Would I ever win Nicky’s trust again? Smack! Smack! They say it’s normal for kids to overlook spankings and stuff... Smack! Smack!... well, why on Earth are they allowed to? Smack! Smack! It’s just an awful thing to do! Smack! Smack! Maybe because one’s misfortune is someone else’s fortune... Smack! Smack!... but still, it didn’t sound right to me.

On the other hand, my view on the subject was very partial right there and then. The throbbing pain in my backside wasn’t making me think straight. Whatever. I just wanted it to end.

Gina didn’t seem to think so though, since she continued. Boy, and I thought that handspanking the month before had been hard? Ha! I didn’t know the meaning of hard. The spoon made its way from the top of my bottom cheeks to the very lowest part, where they meet thighs. My sit-spots were scalded thoroughly and unmercifully, making me wail extra-loud when spanks were focused in that area. And contrarily to Nicky, my thighs weren’t spared. Whenever I would kick too much, or too squirm too wildly for Gina’s taste, my reward was a long, violent barrage of well-aimed and particularly hard smacks to the backs of my thighs. Those really set me yelling and howling. My whole backside felt like pouring liquid fire, and soon I was bawling my eyes out and laying limp over Gina’s lap, all fight and all voyeurism soundly spanked out of me.

I’m not sure I realised exactly when the spanking ended, but it must have, because after a while I didn’t hear the spoon anymore. That it was still impacting or not didn’t make much difference; I felt like I wouldn’t sit again, not in a million years.

Gina rubbing my back and helping me up was soothing to some degree, but I was still crying hard. As she held me the same way she did Nicole, my right hand tentatively reached back and I tried to rub some of the sting. It did work a bit, even though feeling the ridges raised by the spoon’s edges, and the warmest areas where bruises would appear, wasn’t a pleasant feeling at all. I wasn’t ‘kinky’ enough to take a look at my bottom in the mirror, but I bet it was scarlet as a ripe strawberry. No, make that two ripe strawberries. Sigh!

But like all bad things, that spanking was over. Gina told me how she was sorry she had to do that, and that it was necessary, bla bla bla, all that crap. I barely listened, and muttered half-hearted replies so I could get away as soon as possible.

When she gave me permission to, I pulled up my pants and jeans – yelping like Nicole, and maybe louder – and walked out of the bathroom. I went for my friend’s door and listened in. Nicky was still sniffling a bit, and my heart broke once more.

“Maybe she wants to be left alone,” Gina said in an undertone. She didn’t order me not to disturb her, it was more like a suggestion.

I shrugged, and knocked. Gina smiled and shook her head, then disappeared into the kitchen. I heard the clattering of dishes being washed, but not Nicole’s reply.

After a minute I knocked again. “Nicky, it’s me...”

“Okay.”

I took that as a permission to go in, and I did. I closed the door behind me and approached the bed. Nicky was laying on it, on her tummy of course, arms crossed on the pillow and chin resting on her hands. I didn’t know what to do or say, and we both stayed silent and didn’t look at each other, until she broke the ice.

“You got it too... I’m sorry.”

I shrugged, and taking on a stupidly macho act, I said: “Oh it’s nothing.”

She seemed annoyed by that, and rolled her eyes.

“Look, I...” I started, even though it was hard and words wouldn’t come out. “I’m sorry that I... you know...”

It was her turn to shrug. Then she turned to face the wall, and gathered her knees up to her chest. “There’s room if you like,” she mumbled, alluding to the free half of her bed. “Just don’t you sit, it hurts like the dickens.”

“Th-thank you,” I murmured.

The idea that she still somehow wanted me close to her was making me happy more than I can say, and I knelt on her bed, then lay on my side, careful not to rub my flaming bottom on the sheets. I was facing the room, my back to Nicky’s back.

“I know it hurts to touch, anyway,” I said while playing with my hands.

“You’ve been spanked before?”

“Uh huh.”

“Gina?”

“Uh huh.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah.”

A moment’s silence, then: “Double ouch,” she said.

I forced myself to smile. “No kidding... so you too? Since when? I mean...”

“Haley?”

“Y-yes?”

“Why’d you spy on me?”

I gulped. Even when they’re young, girls have the ability to go straight to the point and ask the right questions at the right time. How to answer that? What was I to say? Maybe if I said I had to go to the bathroom I’d have a few minutes to think of an excuse, and...

But no, I’d promised myself not to lie, especially to Nicky, and I didn’t. She deserved to know the truth. Well, most of it anyway.

“I don’t know.” It kinda was the truth. “I guess it’s just natural, I mean... it’s interesting.”

“It’s interesting to see me in pain?” she said, a note of resentment in her voice.

“Noooo,” I said quickly. “Interesting... the spanking... the whole thing... I hate it for you, but still I...” I licked my lips, and then it dawned on me I could ask the same thing of hers. “Why did you not spy on me?”

I felt Nicole shrug and change position. She got closer to me, still back-to-back.

“I don’t know. Just didn’t feel right. I was sorry for you.”

I nodded, I knew she was right, but the power of temptation is sometimes overwhelming.

“Haley?... For what it’s worth...” She got even closer. Our bottoms touched, and I suppressed a yelp. I felt her intake of breath, but she didn’t move.

“Y-yes?”

“Well... if it happens again... you know... just ask... we’ll find a hiding spot so you look, okay?”

It took me a while to digest that bit of information, and the lump in my throat was huge. I managed to swallow it down eventually, but man, was that hard. I couldn’t believe she’d said that.

“O-okay,” I mumbled. “You too, you know... it’s okay if you look. I don’t care.”

She sighed, and wriggled her bottom against mine a little. Maybe what I should have said is more along the lines of ‘I like the idea of you watching’. To say ‘I don’t care’ is like telling a woman ‘you’re not that ugly’... but hey, I was twelve. Gimme a break, huh?

I just closed my eyes, and wriggled my own bottom in return. Nicky giggled, and so did I.

We fell asleep.

– The End –

This story is a collage of several events that actually took place in my life, especially in my 12th and 13th year. I pasted them together and shaped them in a dramatised way that could result enjoyable when reading. The whole spanking(s) is of course thoroughly fictitious: I have never been spanked if not playfully, thank God. Like Gina and Haley, the character of Nicky is also based on a true person. All names have been changed, of course.

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 © 2004 Haley Brimley . Contact for information and / or feedback.