"Captain Jack Sparrow!" Sammie repeated, for the Nth time, as she and Emma laughed and giggled away without a care in the world.

Walking down Tottenham Court Road, the two teenagers were fresh out of a Pirates of the Caribbean morning screening – the sixth time they saw that movie. Not that it made any difference: it was worth the price of the ticket every time. The only difference was that it wasn’t even eleven in the morning, and that they were supposed to be in school by then, and not sitting in a theatre and walking around the City.

"This was the perfect day to skip, Sammie. No tests, no assemblies, no meetings with parents or teachers. Just – the junk." Emma giggled. "And besides – we can learn a lot from Jack Sparrow!"

"Yeah well we can learn that you better not steal any coin that is even remotely cursed with anything," the girl giggled back. She checked her cell phone to see if there were messages but there were none. The girls planned to hang out for some more, till 1pm at least, when they could go back to Sammie’s place as if nothing had happened.

"Hmmm, let’s get some lunch, huh? I’m starved," Emma suggested as a way to pass the time. "We can’t shop – your mum will be suspicious if we bring things home that we didn’t leave with."

"Like she would notice," Sammie said, rolling her eyes. She kept fidgeting with her cell phone though. "Damnit, battery’s low, gonna have to change that. Yeah sure, let’s have lunch. There’s a pub right there," she pointed.

"Ooh, crap, I hope nobody tries to call us if yours is out" Emma groaned. "I left mine home."

"I wonder if someone tried at all," Sammie replied thoughtfully, then shrugged. "Oh well. C’mon, and I want the window seat!"

They ran to the small bar and happily wolfed down sandwiches and sweets, drinking litres of soda and shakes till they were full and almost burping.

"Now, that’s a morning!" Sammie exclaimed. "Where’s my rum though?" and she laughed.

"I drank it all!" Emma teased, sipping the last of her shake. "Couldn’t let it go to waste, you know!"

"Hmm, at least you didn’t burn it!" Sammie laughed, gathering her stuff and heading towards the door. "Got any tickets for the tube?" she asked.

"I got like three or four," Emma commented, digging through her bag. "Yep! Here we go!" she handed one to Sammie and put one in her pocket. "Anywhere else we have time to stop?" she looked at her watch.

Sammie glanced at her LOTR wrist-watch, which read almost 12:45. "Naah I don’t think so. ‘sides, blue line trains are crowded by now. We better hurry home, mum gets like uber suspicious if I’m late," she rolled her eyes, taking the small white ticket from Emmy.

"Yeah, I don’t get it! You’re almost fourteen, I am fourteen, we can take care of ourselves!" Emma announced as they headed for the nearest Tottenham subway station.

"Excuse me, I’m like 14 days short of being 14, you CAN say I’m 14 already," Sammie whined, playfully nudging her friend as they validated their tickets and waited for a train to arrive.

"Oh dear god," Emma teased. "And remember, I am SO giving you a birthday spanking!" she snickered and wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulders.

Sammie blushed crimson since someone else heard that remark of Emma’s and turned to look at them, but then started giggling away. "Yeah, yeah, like I’d let you," she said.

The long white-and-blue train arrived at last and they stepped in. It was surprisingly empty to be a quarter to one.

"Heh, like I’ll give you a choice," Emma giggled. "And be nice to me or I’ll do it BARE and everything!"

"Okay, okay, you can do it bare all you want," Sammie whispered, "but will you PLEASE lower your voice now?!" she exclaimed, blushing some more as the train got underway.

Emma giggled and hugged her again. "Sorry," she winked. "Silly me." They plopped down in some seats and made sure to watch the time. "Looks like we’ll just make it."

"It’s okay," she hugged her back and kissed her cheek as soon as they were seated. "And yeah, but only just!"

And sure enough, they got off the tube at the Walthamstow Central station in just a few minutes after 1pm. From there, it was a short walk to Sammie’s house, and they made a run for it.

They flew down the street, nearly running into several people and slammed into the apartment, out of breath. They earned a good amount of cursing at by those they slammed into, but they still made it. They were welcomed on the door by Annie, who smiled down at them.

"Wow, been waiting for you. You’re late. All okay?"

"Yeah, just got a little side-tracked, "Emma said, catching her breath and hugging Annie, who returned the hug to both of them.

"Yep, side-tracked alright, damn... err... darn tube was late again," Sammie said, she too hugging her mother.

Emma snickered at Sammie’s slip – she was much worse then Emma was at slipping up.

"Aha," Annie said, casting her a side look. "And, was school alright?"

"Alright? No way, ‘twas a ball," Sammie rolled her eyes. "Wasn’t it, Em?"

Emma nodded. "Yep – normal, boring day I’d say. Can I have some juice?"

Annie nodded slowly, then pointed at the kitchen. "Sure you can... orange juice will do?... so, while you sip your drink, you will tell me what was so normal about an assembly which ended one hour ago, hmm?"

Sammie’s face went white. Emma stopped dead in her tracks, nearly slipping on the tile floor as she can to a hurried stop. "Uh......."

"Yeah... well... we thought we’d hang around with the girls from Chilton after the assembly," Sammie’s recovery was a bit quicker.

"Oh, how interesting," said Annie, "since Mrs. Delaney said you two were not at the assembly."

"Oh – did she?" Emma asked, gulping.

"Oh, Mrs. Delaney called you? That’s so nice mummy!" Sammie said, ignoring the implications completely.

"Oh yes, Samantha Marie," Annie replied. "It would have been nice if she didn’t tell me such news, don’t you two agree?" Sammie suddenly frowned and thought it better to just shut up, and looked at her best friend.

Emma looked between her best friend and her best friend’s mother. If there was one thing she had learned in all her time with Alan, it was to just ‘fess up and not lie!

"Annie, we... we ditched," Emma said softly, watching the woman closely.

Sammie’s mouth gaped open for a moment, and she had a look of ‘how could you?’ on her face, but then quickly changed her attitude as she noticed the upset look on her mother’s face. And then she couldn’t leave Emmy alone, could she. "Y-yeah we did... sorry mummy."

"Sorry doesn’t make it better at ALL, Samantha. Where did you two go?" she asked.

"The movies... and lunch," Emma answered quickly. She knew Sammie was new to this whole type of thing, but the truth was always better when your butt was already on the line!

Sammie was a quick learner, though, and nodded at her friend’s words. "We were careful mummy. Just hanged around, lots of people... please don’t be angry," she said in a meek voice.

"It’s way too late for that. You both know better than to skip school. If you want a day off, Samantha, you must ASK, and I’m sure it’s the same for you too, Em. Go to your room," Annie concluded, quite sternly.

"Do you want me to go home?" Emma asked, already holding her little bummy in her hands. "I’m really sorry Annie, honest."

"I know you are," said Annie, trying to be a little less stern with her than with her daughter, "but no, follow Samantha to her room, please. I am sure Alan would agree," she added meaningfully.

"Yes ma’am," she said softly, then hurried into Sammie’s room. "Does your mom make you stand in the corner?" she asked her distraught friend.

Sammie, who was running fingers through her hair and looked on the verge of tears, shook her head. "Mum says that’s not good... she just learnt to spank hard," and with that she hugged her friend tight.

Emma hugged Sammie tight as they snuggled on her bed. "We’re in big trouble" she sighed "We never shoulda skipped – though it was fun while it lasted."

"Yeah," Sammie nodded as she started to sniffle a bit, not able to help it. She was far less used than Emma to that all. "Oh Em, we’re SO gonna get it now!" she whined, looking around frantically as though looking for a way out.

"Hey..." Emma said softly. "No running off, they hate that a bunch. Just be brave, okay? She loves us lots, remember that."

Sammie nodded, but grabbed a handkerchief to blow her nose. "I know that... but still... Oh, I’ll be okay, promise," she said, more to herself than anything, than gave Em a wee smile.

Emma kissed her friend’s cheek. "Hey – she can’t spank as hard as my dad... can she? And it’s not like she hasn’t seen our bare bummies before," she pointed out. "Remember that time at the pool when the boys pulled down our bikini bottoms in the water and ran off with them?"

That memory actually had Sammie giggle a bit, and she was thankful to Emma for that. "Yeah, that was embarrassing... I’m not afraid of that anyway. It just hurts a damn lot," she said, she too touching her behind now, which was definitely tingling.

Before Emmy could reply, though, the door opened and Annie came in, sitting on the bed aside the girls. "So... what do you have to say for yourselves?"

They both dived into her arms, as though they had agreed on it earlier, and rested their heads on her lap. "I’m really sorry, Annie... we’ll never ever do it again without asking," Emma offered.

"Right mummy, never again. And we’re *uber* sorry, lots and lots... and Emma is glad you don’t put her in the corner," Sammie stated, as though it was the most important thing in the world.

"There, there," said Annie reassuringly. "I want to believe you, but lying and getting away like that is quite disappointing, you know? Girls, I know you already know this, but I’m going to spank you for what you did. Emmy, what do you get at home for this?" she inquired.

Sammie swallowed hard at their sentence being announced, and looked at her friend.

Emma sniffled. "Well," she said, thinking back to the Chart. "Daddy and me didn’t put this on the chart thingy... but it’s kinda like not telling him or you or another adult where we were, right?"

Annie nodded. "Yes it is. I didn’t know you even had a ‘chart’... that is very good. I imagine it establishes the punishment clearly. If so, what is it?" Again Sammie gulped.

Emma hiccuped, and hugged Annie tighter. "The big icky nasty spoon," she whispered, as both girls buried their faces in Annie’s lap.

Annie sighed at that, but soon found her resolution and nodded, stroking the girls’ hair. "I find it appropriate. I believe it’s what you should get, Emmy, and since I’ve never spanked Sammie with it, it will be a first time," she said, eyeing her daughter.

Sammie started to cry already. "I don’t want the big spoon mummy! It’ll hurt too much! Your hand is good, please please mummy?"

As much as it hurt her to do so, Annie shook her head and said: "No, Samantha. It’s only fair you and Emma are punished the same way, don’t you think?"

That didn’t stop Sammie’s crying, though it got a small, pitiful nod out of her.

"We’re so sorry!" Emma bawled

"I understand that," Annie conceded, "but you should have thought about it this morning." She then stood from the bed, after patting their heads once more. "I want your jeans off by the time I’m back," she ordered, and left the room, headed for the kitchen.

Both girls sniffled, tears starting to roll down their cheeks, and they took off their jeans, tossing them off to the side. Sammie was having a hard time believing that was happening though, and as she sat there in her underwear, she shook her head.

"I’m never gonna skip again, EVER," she cried.

"Me either!" Emma exclaimed. "If we ever get the idea to – whoever comes up with it, the other one spanks her! ‘cuz then we won’t do it ever, EVER again." She hugged her friend tight.

Sammie nodded and she sniffled on Emma’s shoulder, while her friend, who was shorter, almost reached her chest. But in that frame Annie came back into the room, carrying a large wooden spoon.

"Nooo!" Sammie whined before bursting into sobs. Emma burst into tears too and both girls held their bottoms in their hands. "We’ll be goooooooood!" they cried in unison.

Annie let out a heavy sigh, then nodded. "Yes you will... ten minutes from now," she added. Then, without adding anything else, she tossed the spoon on the bed and sat down. "Who’s first?"

Sammie looked at Emma and gulped, wanting to volunteer, and not wanting to. Emma nodded to Sammie and gently nudged her forward. Her friend was more nervous then she was, and she didn’t want Sammie to suffer longer.

For a moment, Sammie thought Emma was being a wimp, but then she understood it was the other way ‘round, so she nodded and stepped towards her mother. "Mummy please... not hard..." but she couldn’t finish the sentence when Annie gently laid her across her knees.

"Why are you being spanked, Samantha Marie Turtledove?" the woman asked.

Emma turned away, not able to look. "Because I skipped school without asking!" Sammie shouted out.

"That’s right," Annie said, and she raised her hand and started spanking Sammie’s thinly clad backside for all she was worth. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Sammie was already crying, so she just got louder, squirming and wriggling: "Mummy, please! I’m really sorry, mummy!!"

"I’d like to know whose idea it was... SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! ... but it hardly matters now," and she just continued to spank. Unlike Alan, she had no technique, just spanked away all over her daughter’s slightly chubby bottom.

"Mummmmmmmy!" Sammie bawled, kicking her legs and throwing her hands back. "Stop mummy!!"

"Samantha!" Annie yelled, which had Emma jump. "What did I tell you would happen if you ever tried to cover yourself?" she scolded sternly, remembering Alan’s ‘teaching’.

"No mummy, don’t spank my thighs!!!" Sammie howled

"That’s SMACK! exactly SMACK! right," Annie said, punctuating each word with hard spanks to the girl’s bare thighs.

"Nooo!" Sammie sobbed, quickly moving her hands and grabbing onto Annie’s pant leg instead.

After two more smacks there, Annie and moved back to Sammie’s panty-covered backside, where she delivered another flurry of about twenty hearty swats in rapid fire, before stopping. Sammie was crying and hiccuping by then, only wriggling a bit with the spanks.

A few feet away, Emma dared not look what was going on, and just sobbed in fearful anticipation, one hand inside her panties rubbing her backside, and nervously biting the other’s fingers.

When Annie was finished, she stood her daughter up and gave her a brief hug, kissing her head. "Sorry about that honey but you knew better," she whispered. "Stand there and wait, okay?"

Sammie nodded, hugging Annie really tight. "Can I lay down on that end?" she asked, sniffling.

"Of course honey," her mother said, then addressed Emma. "Em? Come on, your turn."

Sammie and Emma hugged as they met halfway across the room. Then, still sobbing, Sammie went and lay on the bed, on her tummy of course, while Emma walked to Annie and tentatively reached out to her with her thin arms. "Hug first?" she begged, tears rolling down her face.

"Aww of course," Annie said, and considered that while she had spanked Sammie several times over the last few months, it was a first time for Emmy with her, and so she showed sympathy. "Just know that I love you Em, okay? And that I need to be fair."

"Yes, and I love you too," she said sincerely, hugging her best friend’s mother. Then she laid herself over her knees, and wrapped her arms around the woman’s leg to support herself.

Giving yet another sigh, Annie wondered why her husband George was such a wimp and always left the infamous role of the ‘enforcer’ to her. Taking a deep breath, she started spanking away at Emma’s behind, covered in her skimpy underwear which left most of the buttocks bare. Poor choice of clothing, little one, she thought to herself. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Emma squirming and whimpered, closing her eyes tightly. Annie indeed spanked hard! And in fact, the woman meant business, and made sure she covered every inch of the girl’s cheeks and sit-spots with her hand.

"Again... SMACK! ... I don’t know whose idea it was... SMACK! ... but it will NEVER... SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! ... EVER... SMACK!... happen again, understood?" SMACK!

"YES ma’am! I swear!!" Emma howled, crying harder now, the sting in her bottom was really getting painful and hard to come to terms to.

"Good," Annie just said, and she stayed silent till the end of the spanking, some thirty swats later, all of which quite hard and delivered with her rigid hand. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

By the end of it, Emma was limp and bawling, clutching Annie tight. "Oooooowwww!" she wailed

Annie finally did stop, and she sat Emma up on her lap, hugging her tight. She motioned her daughter over as well, enclosing both girls in her arms.

Sammie and Emma were snuggled tight against her. "Mummy, can we have juice after? And can Em stay for supper? And can we sit on pillows?"

"Yes, yes, and yes," Annie said, kissing her daughter’s nose, and ruffling Emma’s hair as the girls cried. "But your spankings aren’t over yet, babies... so now, please, off with your panties and lay on the bed, legs dangling over," she instructed, firmly but gently.

Crying and sobbing, the girls obeyed right away, knowing that was no time to complain. So they lowered their panties to their ankles and laid over the bed, they head in their hands, their faces buried into the bedspread.

Annie waited until they were in the required position, then stood and grabbed the spoon. She placed herself on Sammie’s right (Emma being next to her friend) and she was presented with the sight of four already pink globes. "You are getting as many swats as your age, alright?"

"But I’m older!!" Emma howled

"Yes, you are," Annie confirmed, "which means you should have known better, right? That one more smack is deserved, in my opinion, honey."

Emma just bawled into the blankets, but nodded.

"Mummy, that’s mean..." Sammie protested, though. Rather meekly, but she still did, earning herself a side look from her mother.

"Samantha, you are in no position to object," Annie said, patting her cheeks with the spoon. "So, unless you want fourteen as well even though you’re still a week short of that age, I suggest you quit whining and take your spanking with dignity, do you understand?"

"I was just trying to help her," Sam wailed, shaking her head. "That’s what friends do, mummy!"

"I do know, Samantha, and, well, since you are so close, perhaps you’d like to share the fourteenth swat with her?" she offered, still patting her rosy cheeks with the spoon.

"What you mean mummy?"

"I mean that I can treat you as though you were fourteen already, and give you fourteen as well. I want an answer now, or I shall decide," Annie said. Emma looked at her friend and shook her head, not wanting her to get into further trouble.

"No, mummy, I’ll be thirteen," Sammie whimpered, hanging her head and willing to just shut up now before getting herself in further trouble.

"Good," Annie said, "then please quit whining, baby." And with that, she raised the spoon and smacked it down twice across both of Sammie’s cheeks, with two loud SPLAT! sounds.

"Waaaa!" Sammie howled, kicking and bucking around.

Annie turned a deaf ear, and outstretched her arm more in order to give Emma her first two, and down they came: SPLAT! SPLAT!

Emma sobbed. "Noooooo! Sorrrrrry!" The fire in her bottom was almost unbearable!

Annie didn’t lose time, and dutifully applied the spoon to both girls’ backsides. By the time she reached ten smacks each, she had two quite red bottoms in front of her, not to mention two very loud and very sorry young teenagers, whose tears were already forming spots of moisture on the comforter as they sobbed in unison. They were crying hard indeed, so Annie thought she’d better hurry, and delivered three smacks each... and then finished up with an additional one to Emmy.

"... fourteen," she announced. "It’s over, loves."

They were sobbing just too hard to talk at the moment, still holding hands, their bottoms throbbing and their legs kicking. Not quite sure what to do, Annie sat on the bed by Sammie, and brushed her hair, then gave some of the same cuddling to Emma.

"Are you okay, girls?"

Emma shook her head no. "Daddy’s gonna spank me too!"

"Oh no he’s not," Annie said, sure of herself. "I’ll tell him I used the spoon and that it’s over with. But as for you, Samantha, tonight we’ll need to talk about your arguing. Understand, baby?"

Still bawling, Sammie gulped and nodded, hoping it was a regular talk and not a ‘talking to’.

"Please don’t be mad at Sammie --- she was just sticking up for me, she wasn’t being snotty," Emma whimpered out

"Em, please stay out of it, honey. Sammie and I have been discussing her constant trying to whine her way out of spankings for quite a while now, haven’t we, Sam?" Annie said.

The girl nodded, and patted Emmy’s hand to reassure her it was okay. "I have a problem with accepting it sometimes," she whispered.

Emma nodded at that, but still said: "Yes but I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t beg for mercy for her, though. I’m sorry, ma’am." she hung her head again.

Sammie sniffled "That’s true mom---it’s like a code. I’ve done it for Em."

Annie gave a small smile and nodded. "I do understand, don’t worry girls. But I and you are still having a talk tonight before bed, alright Samantha?" she said, before kissing her head. "And I suggest you keep a low profile during that, if you don’t want a trip across your father’s lap."

"Yes ma’am," Sammie muttered. "I love you so much and I’m sorry I’m a bad daughter!"

The woman rolled her eyes and gave a light pat to Sammie’s still bare behind. "What nonsense... I should start spanking you every time you say that," she winked to Emma, who snickered.

"Believe her, Sam: dad does that! I *hate* it when parents talk--never good for us! Or our arses."

"Oh, but Emma, the less we speak, the more we spank," Annie said, ruffling her hair and walking towards the door as Sammie rolled her eyes and murmured ‘yeah right’.

"Mummy, can we get pillows? PLEASE mummy? And are you gonna tell Alan? He’s gonna get SO angry at my buddyness."

"Of course you can have pillows, do I look that stern?" she said, looking stern. Smiling and shaking her head, she walked away. "And no I’m not telling Alan. Emma will!" she called.

Emmy pouted and bopped a pillow. "That WHOMPS."

"Yeah like big time," Sammie said. "Sowwy babe, but hey, I’m having a talk with mum and dad too... let’s hope they’re just talks!" she whined, gingerly rubbing her very sore, flaming backside.

Emma hugged her tight. "Hey, wanna have lotion? I’ll rub your arse if you rub mine," Emma offered. "Dad always lets me have lotion and mum too."

"Mum?" said Sammie, quirking an eyebrow, but decided not to pry any further unless Emmy decided to tell her. "Yeah sure but... what’s this lotion thing about?"

"Lotion on your booty, dork. It helps. Duh," she rubbed Sammie’s head. "Anyone alive in there? Anyways, YES mum, I told you, remember? I got ‘adopted’ or whatever."

Sammie smiled and playfully pushed Emma, then kissed her cheek. "You’re a brat, babe. And yeah you told me you and Mrs. Thompson were close but not like THIS. Wow..."

"Well you’re a brat too," Emma giggled, hugging her. "So don’t even talk to me about that. And hey, every girl needs a mum, and yours rocks, but she has her hands full with you," she snickered.

Rolling her eyes, Sammie poked her tongue out at her. "Meanie. I don’t envy Alan, you drive him nuts, I’m sure he’s glad he’s got a hand now. So, where’s this lotion, hmm? Do I have to wait all day?" she giggled.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Can’t even keep track of your own lotion?" she giggled and dug in a few drawers before finding strawberry scented Victoria’s Secret lotion. "Wow – You’re fancy, babe!"

"I’m not fancy, it’s a gift..." she lied. "Okay, I’m fancy! Hey that one is super cool and super expensive, are you sure it’s going to be good for my bummy?" she asked as she rolled on her tummy on the bed again, kicking off her panties for good now.

"Yes, I’m sure silly --- unless you can point me to any other kind around here" she gave a light swat to Sammie’s lower thigh. "Hold still fish girl, jeez your squirm like crazy." She opened the lotion and put little droplets on Sammie’s bottom, then began to rub it in.

"Oww!" Sammie whined. "Just ‘cuz you’re fourteen it doesn’t give you the right to swat me!" She faked a pout but tried to stay still when Emmy started to pour the lotion on her bum. It felt incredibly fresh and cool, so much that it actually stung, at first. "Ohh myyy goodnesssss..."

"I know, isn’t that nice? Dad always puts lotion on for me, it’s so great." She continued to rub, then wiped her hands off. "My turn, please? Pretty please?"

Sammie enjoyed her first lotion-ride like a child enjoys a cake, and ooh-ed and ahh-ed all the time. It was over all too soon, but it WAS helping a lot. "Sure, c’mon, roll over."

Emma rolled over onto the bed on her tummy, her red bottom pointing upwards. Sammie took the lotion and returned the playful swat to her friend’s thigh, giggling. Then she poured the fresh, dense liquid and started to spread it around her cheeks. "That good?"

"Reeeeeeeally good," Emma said softly.

"Coolies," Sammie smiled as she ran her hands over her bottom, then eventually stopped and stood. "My, it IS red!" she whimpered.

"Yeah, I know --- like apples, eww," Emma said softly. "I hate spankings, probably why they work, which sucks. Ooh, dad is so gonna kick my arse."

"Yeah babe I hate them too... sometimes I wish your dad never talked to my folks, but then again it’s not bad... dunno," she shrugged. "Aww is he gonna spank you again?"

"Oh yeah, you bet your booty he is," she rubbed her bottom. "Probably that darn corner too, very evil. School is gonna suck tomorrow, but at least we’ll be squirming together, huh? Hey, do you think if we wore a lot of underwear it’d be like a padding thing?"

"Aww I’m so sorry, that like sucks. I hope my mum won’t spank me again... or maybe my dad!" Sammie chewed on her knuckles nervously, then Emma’s comment made her giggle. "Yeah well we can always TRY!"

* * *

Emma and Sammie didn’t see or hear from each other until the following day, when they met in front of the large school building. Seeing Emma, Sammie waved at her and took her aside from the group of friends she was with. "So, how’d it go?" she asked apprehensively.

"Got a long handspanking from dad, ‘cept not as hard as your mum’s ‘cuz I had already got it," Emma whispered, hugging her friend. "You?"

"Aww that sucks I’m so sorry," Sammie hugged her back, rubbing her back. "I didn’t get the spoon either, but dad gave me a handspanking too and I was bawling, trust me," she sighed.

"Ouch. Why do we get spanked twice for one that? That I have never understood." The girls linked hands, but stayed a ways behind the other kids so they could talk as they walked

"Dunno, makes no sense and it’s unfair." Biting her lip, Sammie looked around, nervous. "Em, like... need to tell you something, can we go to a stall for a min?" she almost pleaded.

"Uh, sure..." They ducked into the nearest restroom. "So, what is it?"

Sammie gave a sigh of relief as they got there, then said: "I looked at my bum this morning and the red had sorta faded, but..." she exhaled "...but there’s this lil purplish thing still there."

"Ooh, did you want me to look at it or something?" she whispered. "It’s probably just a bruise, those happen sometimes."

Sammie nodded, looking guilty. "Yeah well I thought since you’re sort of a spanking expert, you could tell me if it’s alright or not, dunno..."

Emma nodded. "Sure sweetie, drop ‘em." She patted Sammie’s thigh.

Sighing, and again making sure no-one was around, she pulled down her jeans and moved the panty tissue aside just a bit, revealing her left buttock and thigh. "See that?..."

"That’s not too bad. Spoon does that sometimes. Not even a bruise, just a little welt."

"Really?" Sammie looked relieved. "So I’m not, like, too softie or my parents are too bad?"

"Nope, just happens, they don’t mean to. Now, if your arse was like all covered in them, that’d be another story."

Sammie bit her lower lip as she re-dressed. "You mean one can happen but lots are like uber bad? But yeah mum said ‘I’m sorry’ a lot when she saw it..."

"Yeah, you got it. Just one or two bitty ones is an accident, I promise." She hugged her distraught friend. "But an uber lotta them, that’s like, like abuse, ya know?"

"Umm yeah I think I get it," Sammie said, and hugged Emmy back super tight. "You’re cool, babe. What would I do without you?... and hey, next time, PLEASE let’s not get caught, okay??"

"Totally --- I really meant it, yesterday, anyway: next time one of us thinks of this, or something bad to get us in trouble anyway, the other one spanks her, and not just a few love pats: a real one!"

"I agree. Still better than one from our parents."

"Yes!" Emma nodded. "This was SO stupid, but at least we were stupid together."

Sammie nodded convincingly and offered her hand. "Alright, we got a deal. Let’s keep each other in check, ‘cuz I do NOT want another afternoon like that," she said, rubbing her sore tush.

With one hand rubbing their respective bottoms, the other hands shook together, and they smiled and shared a kiss on their cheeks before going to class.

click here for pictures of Emma and Alan