I rang the bell and rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans. I shifted from foot to foot, tweaking the hem of my shirt. I panicked thinking that I hadn’t brushed my teeth that morning, so I breathed unto my hand: quite acceptable. Chest heaving. Sore throat. Biting tongue... ouch... and the door swung open.

“Hey...”

But I couldn’t finish. Nicky flung her arms around me and nestled her head in the crook of my neck. “Oh my god Haley I’m sooooo scared!”

I patted her back, a little surprised. I’d been preparing a cool little speech and everything. Oh well. She broke the hug and quickly kissed my lips. She was sweaty and uneasy, I could see that. Uneasy as any almost-thirteen year old girl who is about to get a sound spanking.

“Is Gina here yet?” I asked.

“Duh! You think I’d be standing here if she was?” she scowled at me. “I’m gonna get it the moment she lays her eyes on me, I know that, I’m doomed, and... grrr!!” she stomped her foot. I didn’t dare say it, but she looked tremendously cute when angry / scared.

She was dressed in very homey clothes, a pair of navy blue tights and a taut pink T-shirt with sleeves a couple inches too long, and bright pink socks. It was the first time I’d ever seen her long hair tied up in a ponytail. Me, I was in my usual messy state: football jersey and loose jeans.

“Well, get in! You’re freezing your ass out there.”

I snickered and walked inside. “So she’s coming?”

“Yeah. Mum’s just out of work and she’s collected Gina and is taking her home to watch me while mum goes to the other hospital for another shift and...” She took a breath. “... I haven’t told mum about the bad grade because I wanna tell Gina instead and then she’ll tell mum I’ve already got punished for it and mum will go easy on me, and...” Another breath. “... and that’s all.”

She blushed and bit her lower lip nervously, hugging herself.

I already knew about the grade. I clearly remembered the look on Nicole’s face that morning in class, as the teacher declared it was a big fat ‘F’ on her paper (we had a different grading system, but just so everyone will understand). And I remembered how she took me aside at break time to concoct how I could come to her place and see her get the big spanking she was in for that afternoon. It was a rather (un)fortunate coincidence that Gina would sit for her on that very day, since she hadn’t for a solid three weeks now.

Three weeks that, I should say, had been very important for myself and Nicky. Even though this is irrelevant to the current tail... err, tale, the reader should know that this sweet brown-haired gymnast girl and I were as close as two kids our age can be. That first kiss on her doorstep almost two months earlier had become a regular occurrence, and though we weren’t blatant about it in class, everyone still knew and would tease us. For a minute anyway. I liked Nicky and felt close to her. I felt like we could have been friends even without being actually ‘together’, and I still think that was what we were after all: just two friends who also happened to share a few kisses, and make a few minor ‘explorations’ that would have us blushing lobster red.

I needn’t say that the topic ‘Spanking’ was often brought up, do I? What with seeing each other spanked and telling of each other’s tales, we had soon overcome the initial shyness and were more than entwined in the subject. But in all honesty, I don’t think either of us was ready for that afternoon.

We sat on the living room couch and flipped on MTV. Nicky lay her head on my shoulder as Billy Corgan and The Smashing Pumpkins sang “Tonight Tonight”. Usually we would be in a kissing frenzy by now, especially to that song, but even I realised this was so not the time. Yeah, boys can actually hush their hormones enough to make some minor brainy thinking, in rare occasions. Amazing, ain’t it. So I just held her close and we cuddled like that for a while.

“You sure you want me to watch?” said I. “I mean, it’s not too late. I can go back out, and...”

“Noooo,” she whined. “I saw you get it and I want you to see me get it. Wait a sec, not just because of that... I mean, I’d let you see anyway. Damn, you know what I mean.” She snuggled up closer and pouted a little.

“Yeah I do.” I kissed the top of her fruit-flavoured hair, and sighed. “Can’t say I *like* spanking right now though.”

At that, she showed a boldness that would catch me off-guard sometimes. “Bet you won’t feel like that once my panties come down. You’ll be all stares and you-know-what,” she smirked.

Well, I must confess that the thought of her panties coming down was appealing to say the very least. Not that a gentleman is supposed to say that, of course, but I was no gentleman, so...

“Uh huh, I’m sure that’s going to be very cute.”

Nicky giggled and playfully elbowed my ribcage. I returned the blow, and she smacked my head. I returned that too, and soon we were wrestling on the carpet. She was athletic and I was just regular, so I suspect she let me win when I had her pinned down, hands on her wrists and laying on top of her. She tried to wiggle free but she didn’t really mean it. My face descended towards hers as she closed her eyes and pouted just a bit...

RRRRIIIINNNGGGGGGG

... and we jumped nearly a foot in the air when the bell rang!

“Oh my God!” she yelled. My eyes widened. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” she kept saying, in a much lower voice. “You gotta hide!”

We got up in a flash and ran to her bedroom. “The closet! There!” she pointed, as though I didn’t know where it was.

She gave me a suddenly frightened look as she opened the closet door. Like mine, it was one of those walk-in closets with panelled doors that you could see through if you stood close; not enough light in for those outside to see you, but plenty of chance for you to look out. We’d often joke how funny that was, because that kind of closet isn’t common and we both had one at home. I’m starting to think there was something in the stars about us.

But presently, all that closet was for was for me to hide. I pulled Nicky to me one last time and gently kissed her good luck, and she nodded with a slight, nervous smile. Then the closet was, well, closed and she went for the door.

Silence and darkness.

Nicky’s smell was everywhere. I knew it well. I couldn’t see a thing, but I moved my hands and recognised her worn jean overalls and one of her satin gym leotards. I felt something fall right behind me, and I nearly tripped on her shoes on the floor. Everything settled down eventually, but I learned it was best to stay completely still and pray I wouldn’t sneeze.

The noises coming from the house were faint, but I knew they’d be louder in the bedroom. I still made out that Nicky was opening the front door and greeting Gina in. I stood there nervously as nothing happened for a while. I heard them in the kitchen so I figured they were getting a drink or something. I don’t know how or when Nicky told Gina of the bad grade and everything, nor I know Gina’s immediate reaction. Knowing her, she probably promised my friend a sound spanking the moment she heard about it, but maybe she threatened to tell her mother instead and let her deal with it, at which point Nicole must have bargained to get spanked there and then instead... oh I don’t know. My mind riddled for a good while as I stood there, heart beating super fast and waiting for something to happen.

And when it did, I nearly tripped over again. Nicky opened the door and walked in. She closed it quietly, then scurried to the closet. I licked my lips in anticipation.

“Haleyyyyy I’m so gonna get it now!” she said in a whiney whisper. I tried to open the closet door, but she pushed it back close. “No, she’s coming. Stay there okay? Just please, PLEASE be careful not to get caught.”

“Okay I will,” I said, my mouth once again dry. “G-good luck...” I offered, not knowing what else to say.

She didn’t smile but rose on tiptoes to kiss the closet door, and I pressed my lips on the other side of the panel a moment later. I watched in trepidation as Nicky walked to the bed and sat. She was nervous as one could be and her eyes were watering. She would pinch the elastic tissue of her tights time and again in a sort of stress-releasing convulsion.

The wait seemed endless, though according to the clock on the bedside table it had only been a minute. When Gina knocked and entered the bedroom, both my and Nicky’s eyes were glued to the hairbrush in our babysitter’s hand. THE hairbrush! I nearly fainted, and I’m fairly sure Nicky did too.

For a completely different reason, of course.

“Aww Gina!... I... you...” my friend tried to word something as she stood.

“Quiet, Nicole. I’m extremely disappointed in you and you’re going to get the hairbrush on your bare little bottom...”

I shivered.

“... good, long and hard,” Gina said as I silently lip-synched her predictable, trademark motto.

But while I was having all sorts of thoughts in my young head, Nicky must have felt like dying. I did remember the feeling, and that’s more or less what it’s like. She collapsed back on the bed and held her face in her hands to conceal the first tears springing out. That was big news, because even though she could get emotional, I knew Nicky was not a wimp. She would plead and everything, but I knew that deep down she always tried to be stoical about getting spanked. Perhaps it was my presence to add to the emotional load, and she was just releasing tension. Guess I’ll never know.

The result, though, was that Gina receded from her SS Panzerfaust Official attitude: her voice and outline softened as she sat down on Nicky’s bed, putting down the hairbrush in the process.

“I’m sorry to have scared you, sweetheart,” she cooed gently, “but you know you’re in trouble.”

Nicky nodded, and when she took her hands away from her face I saw she was flushed and on the verge of real big fat tears. I felt my heart bleed.

“I know...” she murmured.

Gina scooped her up and helped her sit on her lap, something that Nicky accepted gratefully. She did cast me a look, though, and for a moment I shivered, thinking Gina might notice. That didn’t happen.

“Maybe you don’t know, but some time ago I spanked Haley for the same exact thing,” Gina said softly. I could barely hear.

I think Nicky made a huge effort not to say something like ‘yeah I know, I was hiding in the closet’. I sure had a hard time breathing!

“He got a very bad grade for lack of application and I spanked him, just as I will spank you now.” Gina had this way of always retaining a soothing, sweet voice even when speaking the most ominous threats. “But hey, it’s the way things go. We have an agreement, you, your mother and I.”

Nicky nodded and her lower lip pouted a little. Agreement? Gina and my mother didn’t have any agreement about my spankings... wait... that was actually a darn good thing!

“You break a rule we have agreed to, and you get spanked. Right?”

“Yeah... but...” Nicky sighed. “I g-guess no buts,” she finished in an undertone.

“Aww Nicky, you’re a good girl and you’re sweet,” Gina cooed again, kissing my friend’s cheek. “I hate to have to spank you, and so soundly, but I will because I want to teach you a lesson. You’ve always been a good student and we do not want to let you slip in that. Do you agree to this, honey?”

This time a few tears did escape my friend’s eyes as she nodded. I guess that most of all she feared disappointing those who believed in her, and I could understand that because I felt it too to a degree. We were good kids in that.

“Okay,” Gina said, and she helped Nicky up from her lap and from the bed. “Let’s get you ready then.”

If ever there was a doubt that Nicky was going to be spanked, now her fate was sealed. She sniffled and let Gina guide her to her feet. She stood clumsily before our babysitter, her hands trying to get busy with the hem of her T-shirt. Gina’s hands went to her waist instead, and they expertly pulled down Nicky’s tights. My breath quickened as I got a peek of her bright pink panties, and the moment later Nicky tried to stop the descent of her clothing...

“Please Gina... listen to me for a moment okay??” she asked frantically.

I held my breath. What was this all about?

Gina sighed in annoyance. “What is it now?”

“Wellllll you know... my tights are kinda, well, tight... very snug panties here too, see?” she snapped the elastic on the waistband for emphasis. “You don’t really need to bare my bottom for the spanking to hurt, do you??”

I couldn’t see her face but I was sure Nicky was giving Gina her very best puppy-dog eyes.

“You’re right, Nicole, I don’t *need* to pull down your panties for the spanking to hurt,” and as she said that, she peeled down my friend’s underwear in a swift motion!

“Noo-ooooo!”

Nicky tried to bend over to snatch them back up, but Gina slapped her hands away.

“Still, that is not the only point, dear. Your bottom is bared also because it’s embarrassing, as you well know, and it reminds you that you are indeed getting a spanking. Call it a status symbol.”

I wanted to argue that *everything* reminds you of your spanking when a hairbrush is crashing on your tender sit-spots, no matter how many layers of clothing stand in the way... but that sure wasn’t the time to interfere. And then, I’ll confess I was slightly hurt. It looked like Nicky was genuine in her requests not to be bared, but still, I hadn’t protested when it’d happened to me and she’d got the full show. Why shouldn’t I have been granted the same? Hmph! Girls.

“Awwww puh-leeease?!”

“Nicole Elisabeth Williams!” Gina snapped. Nicky went silent, and I stopped breathing again. “Get your little bottom over my lap right now if you don’t want to have penalty smacks.”

That shushed my friend right away, as it would have me. We both knew Gina’s idea of penalty smacks consisted in a few well-aimed spanks at the backs of our thighs and none of us was eager to experience that ever again – especially from such a sturdy hairbrush!

And so, with a huge sigh and a few more sniffles, Nicky hopped up over Gina’s lap, her upper body resting on the bed and her legs dangling. It would take someone less pure than me to describe the view. Suffice to say I did want to start breathing again, but it was so hard! Breathing, I mean.

At last Nicky was upended over Gina’s lap, and the moment later a loud hand SMACK! reverberated through the air, soon followed by a yelp.

Gina started right away, working Nicky’s bottom from tops to sit-spots and not missing a beat. She didn’t spank hard but she spanked fast, and within a minute she must have delivered more than a hundred smacks. Nicky tried to be brave at first, and wouldn’t move much or make much noise apart from the occasional yelp, but as the spanks increased, the sting increased too (yeah I knew that well) and she just had to cry out some. Not real tears, but contrition, for sure. The spanks fell over and over on her rump now quickly pinking, and I stood with my eyes glued to the closet door.

“So that’s what she saw,” I thought to myself. My mind wandered and I imagined Nicky standing in my closet and seeing me get spanked, just as I was doing now. The thought was strangely very exciting.

“Owwww!” Nicky cried out in a much louder yelp when Gina focused most of her smacks on the girl’s sit-spots.

I clutched my jeans and bit my lower lip. It felt exactly like the other time I’d spied on Nicky, in the bathroom, because I sympathised and wanted to help her but also to keep looking. On the other hand, it was completely different – the fact that I was NOT spying, but had rather been invited to look, was very present in my mind and made for even more powerful feelings.

I was absorbing events like a tape recorder, so focused on Nicky’s bare bottom (which to the young me was a celestial vision) and Gina’s hand to shut everything else out...

RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!

... so you can imagine how Gina’s cell phone startled me. It was a miracle I didn’t cry out in surprise!

Gina was even more shocked. She muttered something under her breath and stopped spanking Nicole. By then, my friend was starting to cry softly, and she cocked up her brown-haired head, her eyes wide.

“I...” Gina muttered. “Sorry Nicky... it can be about my mother and... she’s in a nursing home...”

The babysitter shifted my friend’s body over her lap as the phone kept ringing. I licked my lips and my eyes were so wide. Nicky squirmed around on Gina’s lap, waiting to see what would happen.

Gina sighed and announced: “Sorry, I have to respond.”

– 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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