Recap: after she has witnessed Haley get spanked, Nicky returns the favour by letting him hide in her bedroom closet while she waits on Gina, sure that she’ll be spanked for a bad grade. Gina does come and the spanking takes place before Haley’s eager but worried eyes – but the babysitter’s cell phone suddenly rings! Here’s the continuation. Please note that both Haley and Nicky are almost 13.

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.”

And with that, she gently lifted Nicky off her lap and deposited her on the ground. My friend hurriedly went for her panties and pulled them up as Gina darted out of the room and down the corridor, headed for the kitchen where her cell phone must have been.

To say that I was flabbergasted is an understatement. Part of me was like “too bad, it’s over already”, while another part said “I hope Gina has to go and this is it.” Not that it was my choice anyway.

Nicky had replaced her pink panties and was now rubbing her bottom generously. Her navy blue tights were still bundled around her ankles. She cast me a teary-eyed glance and I felt like hugging her oh so tight, but I didn’t dare. We both knew Gina could come back at any time and we better not take risks.

“Y-you okay?” I still said.

Nicky almost jumped with surprise, and in a hushed voice she replied: “Yeah but it hurts!”

I was about to say something else, a word of encouragement maybe... guess I’ll never know. We heard Gina’s heels click in the corridor, and a moment later she walked back into the bedroom. She approached the bed. She sat. She pulled Nicky to her and my friend whimpered.

“Nicole, listen,” the babysitter said. I held my breath and listened too. “I’m sorry that it has to be this way, but I need to hurry now. My mother has had an accident at the nursing home and they need me. Can I leave you alone for a while? I’ll phone your mother on my way out of here and tell her.”

I don’t know about Nicky, but I swallowed hard and I felt a sudden pang to my heart. Gina couldn’t know I was in the closet. Was she really going to leave poor Nicky alone just like that after smacking her?? What horrible person can do that?... well, probably a person who’s fearing for her own mother and really must run, but still...

“O-okay...” Nicky said, nodding. I thought she couldn’t help being happy that her spanking was over, but if so, she wasn’t showing. “Y-you’ll tell my mum you spanked me?...”

“Oh, Nicky...”

“Please... I don’t want seconds!”

Gina sighed and nodded as she held my friend around her waist. “Okay, honey. I’ll tell her you’ve been punished enough, but only if you promise to study for the rest of the afternoon, and I mean it! Your mother may test you tonight.”

Again Nicky nodded her head off, and she flung her arms around the older girl’s neck. “I’m so sorry about your mother,” she said. “Hope everything’s okay.”

“Thanks baby, I’m sure it is, but nonetheless, I must run now.”

She broke the hug and kissed my friend’s forehead, cheeks, nose and mouth several times, as though she knew there was no time for loving aftercare and was trying to make up for it in a few seconds. Even I found that sweet. Attracted to hugs as she was, Nicky gave in and returned the kisses.

“Okay, now be a good girl and I’ll see you soon again.”

“Okay... thanks Gina... I hope things are okay.”

“Thanks honey.”

Less than a minute later she was out the door.

Without waiting for Nicky to come back, I opened the closet door and slithered out. I headed for the living room and met Nicky halfway there. She hugged me and sniffled on my shoulder. I squeezed her so tight I thought she was going to pop, but she was stronger and squeezed even harder and I was the one gasping for breath.

That was one of those things I did following instinct and not really knowing why, and in fact I had no idea what to say. I just held on tight for as long as she’d want me to. Eventually she broke the hug and adjusted her ponytail, drying the last tears out of the corner of her eyes and forcing a smile my way.

“I’m fine, you know? Nothing’s happened,” she mimicked my bravado slogan.

“You okay though? I mean, really...”

“Yeah. No biggie.”

“Okay.” I rubbed my palms on my jeans and looked around. “Do you want me to, uh... dunno...”

“Can’t you stay?” she looked up at me with hopeful puppy-dog eyes.

“Oh yes... of course I can!” I exclaimed. “Not sure you’d wanted me to after... and...”

Nicky sighed and rolled her eyes. “You’re so silly. Shut up now, okay?”

And she kissed me hard, and I mean hard. Not sure if you’ve had the luck to share your first kisses at such a young age, but kids are the most inexpert, and yet eager, kissers in the world (unless they have older siblings they can spy on or something). They want to share so much but don’t have a clue about techniques, etc. They just press their lips to each other’s as hard as they can, sometimes so hard your teeth will clash and hurt, or open their mouth and practically eat and bite and chop off pieces of your tongue.

When our kissing frenzy ended, Nicky led me by the hand to the living room couch. Again we sat down on the large welcoming cushions, she very carefully, and again switched on MTV. No typical make-out songs this time, so we just held and snuggled up close, heads resting closer. We didn’t talk for a good while before I broke the ice...

“I’m glad Gina’s mother had to feel sick right now.”

... not the best I could do, I’ll admit. Nicky tensed and gave me a ‘huh??’ look, and I quickly shook my head.

“No no no, I mean... you know... I’m sorry... but of all the times it could happen, this is a darn good one. Right?”

She nodded and relaxed. “Tell me about it. Hairbrush is icky. Bad hairbrush,” she pouted, and I just had to reward that with a kiss that made her giggle.

“Yeah well I did get the hairbrush while you were watching,” I reminded her. “I got it good, long...”

“... long and hard, yeah, yeah,” she rolled her eyes at Gina’s motto. “You were so brave.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. I was screaming like a little girl. No offence.”

She poked me in the ribs. “Offence taken. And hey, I dare anyone not to scream. That thing is...” She didn’t finish the sentence, but rather shuddered and snuggled up even closer.

More silence followed, as we idly listened and watched. The 4-Non-Blondes sang “What’s Up?” and Nicky laughed at such un-fashioned style. At least she wasn’t all sulky. She got all giggles and blushes with “Babe” by the Take That, to which I rolled my eyes big time, earning myself more pokes in the ribs.

I don’t know why, but “Take a Bow” would always have us kissing from the very first notes. Must have been the soft music, or Madonna’s sensuous voice, or the Spanish-looking video or something... who cares. All I know is that soon I was laying on my back on the couch, Nicky draped over me, our mouths pressed on each other’s in that childish kissing.

And before I knew, my hand was resting on her bottom, very delicately, because somehow it had clicked in my mind she wouldn’t want to be touched there. And indeed she gasped, and broke the kiss. I took it away immediately and bit my lip. Nicky blushed several shades of red.

“I... it’s okay, just...” She took a deep breath. “Easy? Still a bit sore there...”

“O-of course... I’ll help you rub the sting away, okay?” Always the little helper.

She nodded at that. “I’d like that.”

And quicker than I’d want it to, my hand shot back to her protruding nether hillocks. They sure felt warm even through panties and tights. I don’t know about ‘rubbing the sting away’, but sure there was a lot of rubbing. Nicky just rested her head near mine as I did that, not exactly relaxing because I could feel her body stiff as a surf board.

Eventually her hand joined mine and we kept at it together. I’m not sure for how long, but I clearly remember that all of a sudden it felt like it had gone on too much. The rubbing was replaced by a cupping, press-release, soft pinch kind of movement – something that went dangerously close to the dictionary definition of ‘to fondle’.

When I took my hand away, we exchanged an awkward look, but she didn’t move. I was completely stiff too by now... no, that’s *not* what I mean!... okay well, but still... I was past the point where the company of my girlfriend was sweet and pleasant, and had ventured in unknown territory that was making me feel embarrassed.

Nicky must have felt the exact same thing, if it’s true she suddenly stood. She smiled at me and went for the kitchen, again adjusting her hair. If it wasn’t for that smile, I would be sure she was upset with me or something.

I made myself more presentable... yeah... and turned on the volume to listen to the Guns ‘n Roses’ version of “Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door”. I wondered how I could ever compete with the poster of this blonde stud hung in Nicky’s room. Heh. Just when I was starting to realise, with satisfaction, that it was little ole me and not bloody Axl Rose with a hand on Nicole Williams’ freshly spanked bottom, Nicky came back.

“Hope you like Lucozade ‘cause it’s all I have.”

“s’okay,” I shrugged, and took the bottle she offered. I also thought it had taken her bloody long just to get two drinks, but I didn’t voice that of course.

We sipped for a little while, watching TV, sometimes chatting... doing the usual things two kids do when they’re done getting spanked, making out and they have no homework.

Actually that wasn’t true, because we both did have schoolwork for the following morning, the only difference being I’d finished mine the day before, and Nicky hadn’t. I must confess it had been the memory of my hot, throbbing bottom after Gina’s latest spanking to push me to do mine. So I was kind of surprised when Nicky said she didn’t feel like doing homework, “no way”.

“Hey, didn’t you just get your bum spanked for bad grades?” I teased her, pushing her.

She pushed me back and scowled. “Oh please. That was English, this is Maths. I’m great at Maths.”

“Yeah but still... Gina said your mother will test you and stuff...”

Nicky gave me one of those looks, and she put down her drink. “Are you *telling* me to do homework??”

I gulped. “Err... nooo! C’mon, I was just teasing. Relax, will ya?”

“Oh... um... okay,” and she sunk back in the couch without another word.

I’m pretty sure that was... disappointment?, on her face. Talk about embarrassing. Now I stared at the TV but didn’t really listen. I kept wondering what I should say and what she would say and if that was all just a game or what.

Finally it dawned on me that, heck, why shouldn’t I have been playing along? Worst that could happen is she got upset or something, and I could say I was still kidding, right? So I turned and said, with all the dare I could muster...

“Yes, well, I *am* telling you to do your homework.”

Nicky’s eyes went wide like saucers and her jaw dropped. She reached over, grabbed the remote and put the TV on mute. “Like, huh? You’re telling me what to do now?”

Again I gulped. This didn’t look good. Somehow I kept it up though. “Yes, that’s right. I’m older than you...”

“By three months!”

“... and I’m a guy anyway.”

“... barely.”

Okay, that hurt. I must confess I was a little bit genuinely angry now.

“Well you just got it for not studying and here you go again. It’s stupid. That’s why I say you gotta do your homework now.”

Nicky rolled her eyes big time. If she was just playing a part, I couldn’t notice. “Yeah, right. Like I’m gonna bore myself to sobs for the rest of the day.”

Seeing that I wasn’t replying to that – hey, I was thinking! – she took the initiative again and said, quite daringly. “Or else what?”

I swallowed and coughed a little. “Or else... err... you know.” She raised an eyebrow. “I mean... or else... I’m gonna take you over my lap.”

Can’t believe I actually said that! She mustn’t have believed it either, since she looked shocked again. But it was a quick recovery, for she jumped on my lap and sat on it, smiling at me angelically.

“Like this?”

That was the time I should decide whether to actually do something or keep up with that game of idle threats. I looked in Nicky’s eyes for a moment and saw nothing but sheer determination. Determination to do *what*, I didn’t know, but she was resolute and I wasn’t. Why is it that she was always one step ahead of me in anything we did?

That was probably the final straw, for it added that little bit of hurt pride I needed to go on. Taking a deep breath, I pushed on her back and bent her over.

“No, more like this!”

Nicky let out a feeble, surprised ‘ooooh!’ as she fell face-forward across my lap, and I found myself with a hand on her bottom and the other resting in my lap. I guess I was the more surprised of the two!

“Nooo let me upppp!” she said.

The thing is, I wasn’t holding her down!

I put my other hand on the small of her back when she started squirming, and that quietened her. Again I cleared my throat and patted her bottom through the snug navy blue tights. I could no longer feel any heat radiating from there, but it had been a few hours after all... I wondered what I was doing and what *she* was doing. How could she ever want to play that game, if it was a game, right after being actually spanked? That really escaped me, until I realised that maybe I would have too. Not sure.

“No... I... err, not letting you up,” I said, steadying my voice. “You didn’t do homework and you’re going to get a spanking... another one anyway.”

At that, she turned her head and fixed me a glare that could kill an ogre. She hissed: “You try and take down my panties and I’ll kick your ass from here to America.”

Then I knew she was playing, and since I just nodded, she must have known I was too.

After a moment of silent agreement, she resumed her squirming and I had to hold her closer to me. As I often said, she had a pretty muscular body shaped by years of gymnastics, but she wasn’t really trying, so I could contain her... and before my Spanker Bravado vanished, I laid down the first whack.

...SM...A...c...k...?

Okay, not exactly the firmest in the world. More like dead hand actually. Nicky stopped her squirming as she probably realised it hadn’t hurt, and I gulped. Before she reminded me that I needed to hit harder – now *that* would have been humiliating! – I raised my hand higher and it came down with a more resolute spank to her right bottom cheek.

-SMACK-

“Oww!”

Better. Okay, she’d faked the yelp, but still, better.

With only a second’s wait, I lined up another on her left side, and the flesh under her panties jiggled and danced a bit as it struck.

“Heyyy!”

I was getting into it now, and my hand rose and fell a couple more times, still alternating between cheeks. Not quite a desirable technique, but hey, one does what one can. And judging from the way Nicky waved and thrashed her body around over my lap, she was either suffering from my hand or enjoying every second of it. Most probably both.

I spanked a few more times – “oww! hey! alright, okay! ouch!” – before realising something was missing. She was protesting, alright, but where was my scolding? Gina scolded, so why shouldn’t I.

I found my voice and said: “Haven’t you learnt anything about homework, Nicole?” Spank! Spank!

She moaned something unintelligible and nodded her head. “Yeah... that I gotta oww do it!”

“Yes that’s... spank!... right. So you will do it if I let you up?” Spank! Spank!

Not sure why, but I had the feeling she would say something like ‘no way’, and even more scarily, that she would mean it! But instead she played the game, and just said: “Yes I will!”

“Okay...” I muttered, not totally happy with the reply. Had she kept on bratting or something I would have an excuse to keep it up, but like this...

I still did spank her again, quite a few times across both cheeks, but soon it was obvious that I didn’t have a true reason to do so... but, surprisingly, it was also obvious that neither of us cared. Nicky stopped squirming and pleading; she rested her head on her hands on the couch and looked idly towards the TV screen, but not *at* the TV screen, I don’t think. She was calm, apart from the hard breathing.

Me, I wasn’t as relaxed, and surprised if anything. There was no more role-playing and stuff, but I can’t say I was sorry after all. As the seconds passed and my spanks kept landing on Nicky’s behind, I fit into the new role and saw things for what they really were: a friend giving another friend a spanking because it makes them both feel pretty good. No pretences of discipline or whatever. Just plain old spanking play, as kids do.

Well, not exactly. Kids will play house. We weren’t doing even that, now. Just... just the spanking.

For a while. It didn’t last long, maybe a couple of minutes. I saw Nicky’s nether cheeks blush more and more under her pink panties and under my hand, until she was starting to squirm again. That and her small in-takes of breath told me she was starting to feel it for real, and after another dozen or so, I stopped.

She breathed a small sigh of relief, or maybe resignation, as I rested my hand on her behind. I rubbed half-heartedly for a while and she closed her eyes, grimacing now and then, maybe because I was touching a stinging spot, or maybe because she wanted me to put a little more effort in my rubs. I guess I’ll never know. It was fine either way.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt like that again. Probably close, but that was special. There was this feeling that I was doing something ‘grown-up’ that just wouldn’t leave me. Can’t quite explain. And there was this other feeling in my stomach, slowly diffusing to my loins, that I could explain alright, and that for the first time I was awkward about.

Finally Nicky rolled over and sat on my lap, and before I knew it she was kissing me. Only a light peck on my lips, but it was precious. Then she stood, and I got one last view of her panty-clad, rosy bottom before she pulled up her tights and again disappeared from the living room.

Eventually she came back, eventually we started working on our homework for real, eventually time passed, between a music video, some basic algebra and some awkward chit-chat. I don’t think I need to say that we never touched on the spanking topic again that afternoon, but well, I just said it, so... yeah. We didn’t.

And when Nicky’s mother came home from work I understood that it was time for me to leave, so I kindly declined Mrs. Williams’ suggestion to stay and have a snack, and gathered my stuff.

“See ya tomorrow,” I said when already on the threshold, smiling a bit.

Nicky smiled back and patted my shoulders... not quite the kiss I was starting to get used to, but hey, her mother was there and we didn’t have such self-confidence. I would’ve been embarrassed too. It kinda felt like something missing though. I love Nicky, you know.

Oh, not that I had to wait long. I knew that the following morning everything would be back to normal, and that Nicky and I would say hi again, kiss again, purposefully avoid the spanking topic for a while and then end up talking about it for hours anyway.

And get in trouble again. Together.

– The End –

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.