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Marcia's 17th birthday (MF, rom, voy, TV parody)
TV Fantasy Spanker (petnel65@hotmail.com)

***

Greg Brady is obsessed by listening to his younger sisters Marcia 
and Jan getting bare bottom spankings by mother Carol. And decides 
to get into the action, by giving Marcia's delightful, shapely 
bottom a spanking on her 17th birthday. 

***

IT'S NIGHT TIME AT THE BRADY'S BI-LEVEL HOME AS THE CAMERA FOCUES 
AND ZOOMS IN THROUGH THE LIGHTED ROOM ON THE 2ND FLOOR. WHACK! 
"OOOW!" SMACK! "OUCH!" CRACK! "O-OH MOM P-PLEASE!" SLAP! "N-NO 
MORE!" MARCIA DRAPED OVER HER MOTHER'S LAP, WITH HER SHORT SKIRT 
AND SLIP FOLDED UPWARD AND PANTIES TIGHTLY BANDED DOWN TO HER 
KNEES, IS GETTING WHAT A 16 YEAR OLD DREADS THE MOST, "A GOOD 
SPANKING!" BUT IN THIS CASE A RICHLY DESERVED ONE. HAVING CALLED 
ALICE A TATTLETALE, ABOUT SOME OF THE THINGS THAT CAROL FOUND OUT 
ABOUT HER. MARCIA DELIBERATELY IGNORED ALICE, FORCING THE LONG 
TIME HOUSEKEEPER TO FIND ANOTHER JOB.

CAROL SITTING ON THE DRESSING TABLE STRAIGHT CHAIR, IN THE CENTER 
OF THE MASTER BEDROOM. STEADILY CONTINUES TO SPANK AND BAWL OUT 
HER SORE BOTTOMED TEENAGE DAUGHTER. SMACK! "OOOW!" CRACK! "P-
PLEASE M-MOM!" "MARCIA WHAT YOU DID IS UN-EXCUSABLE, YOU KNOW THE 
WAY WE FEEL ABOUT ALICE!" CAROL REPRIMANDS WHILE BRINGING DOWN HER 
RIGID PALM WITH ADDED FORCE.

"I-I KNOW M-MOM!" MARCIA CHOKES, AS HER FULL BOTTOM TWISTS 
FRANTICALLY OVER HER MOTHER'S FIRM KNEES. "P-PLEASE NO M-MORE MOM, 
I-I'AM SO S-SORE!" STOPPING A BRIEF MOMENT, CAROL REACHES OVER TO 
THE DRESSING TABLE AND PICKS UP THE STINGING, YELLOW SURFACED 
HAIRBRUSH THAT MARCIA KNOWS SO WELL.

"WE'VE JUST STARTED, SO PLEASE GRASP THE RUNG OF THE CHAIR!" CAROL 
COMMANDS WHILE SHIFTING MARCIA'S BENT HIPS FORWARD OVER HER LEFT 
THIGH. "O-OH MOM.... P-PLEASE....NOT TOO H-HARD....I'AM SO-O 
SORRY!" MARCIA WAILS, AS SHE OBEYS HER MOTHER'S WISHES. "I'AM 
GOING TO GIVE YOU SOMETHING THAT YOU WON'T FORGET SOON!" CAROL 
REPLIES WHILE FIRMLY FOLDING HER RIGHT LEG OVER HER DAUGHTERS 
KNEES, THEN RAISING THE DREADED HAIRBRUSH.

 NOW WITH MARCIA AND SISTER JAN GOING THROUGH THE DIFFICULT 
TEENAGE YEARS, SPANKINGS HAVE BECOME NOT THE EXCEPTION, BUT THE 
RULE IN THE BRADY HOUSEHOLD. JUST LAST WEEK JAN'S SMALL BUT FIRM 
BACKSIDE GOT IT GOOD AND HARD, FOR MAKING PROMISES THAT SHE 
COULD'NT KEEP. JUST TO BE ELECTED "MOST POPULAR GIRL" IN HER 
SOPHMORE CLASS. EVEN GREG WANTED TO GIVE IT TO HER (BUT WAS 
STOPPED BY CAROL.) FOR SETTING HIM UP TO TUTOR ONE OF HER 
CLASSMATES IN MATH.

 DURING THEIR EARLY ADOLESCENT YEARS, THE BRADY CHILDREN WERE 
RAISED STRICTLY BY REASONING AND THE PUNISHMENT OF HAVING 
PRIVILEDGES TAKEN AWAY. BUT THE WAY CAROL WAS RAISED DURING HER 
REBELLIOUS, CARE FREE TEENAGE YEARS, SHE KNOWS THE BEST 
UNDERSTANDING IS "A GOOD BARE BOTTOM SPANKING!"

AS SHE RECALLS TO MIKE THE NUMEROUS TIMES SHE SPENT OVER HER 
MOTHER'S KNEE, WITH SKIRT UP AND PANTIES DOWN.

 NOW WITH ALICE BACK IN THE FAMILY. AFTER MARCIA WITH HER SORE 
BOTTOM, WENT TO THE DINER WHERE ALICE FOUND A JOB AS A WAITRESS 
AND APOLOGIZED. ACCEPTING READILY AND HUGGING MARCIA. SHE CHUCKLED 
AND QUIPPED, "HAVING A HARD TIME SITTING? HUH!" DURING THE NEXT 
FEW MONTHS, THE SPANKINGS ARE FREQUENT. WITH MARCIA NOW A HIGH 
SCHOOL SENIOR AND JAN JUST A YEAR BEHIND. CAROL HAS TO BE VERY 
STRICT WITH THE GIRLS, ESPECIALLY IN THEIR DATING HABITS. NOT 
BREAKING CURFEW AND MEETING THEIR BOYFRIENDS ARE HER MAIN HOUSE 
RULES. AND WHEN DISOBEYED, MARCIA AND JAN BOTH KNOW, IT'S A TRIP 
UP TO THE BEDROOM. AS CAROL STERNLY LECTURES WHILE SLIDING THE 
DRESSING TABLE CHAIR OUT TO THE CENTER OF THE ROOM. THEN FEELING 
THE TERRIBLE STING OF THE YELLOW SURFACED HAIRBRUSH, KNOWN TO THEM 
AS "THE BEE!"

 GREG, NOW A COLLEGE FRESHMAN, CAN CLEARLY HEAR THE SPANKINGS OF 
HIS YOUNGER SISTERS THROUGH THE AIR DUCTS IN HIS PRIVATE ATTIC 
ROOM, JUST ABOVE CAROL AND MIKE'S BEDROOM. AS HE ALWAYS EXCUSES 
HIMSELF TO DO HOMEWORK, WHEN HE KNOWS MARCIA OR JAN WERE GOING TO 
GET IT. HEARING THE LOUD SMACKS AND THEIR WAILING, REALLY TURNS 
HIM ON. VISUALIZING THE TWISTING BARE BOTTOMS WITHERING UNDER THE 
STEADY BEAT OF THE "YELLOW BEE." WISHING THAT HE COULD FIND A WAY 
TO PEEK INSIDE THE BEDROOM.

 STARTING TO BECOME OBSESSED BY THE SPANKINGS, GREG BEGINS TO 
STARE AT HIS SISTER'S SHAPELY BUTTOCKS AND LEGS, ESPECIALLY 
MARCIA. BUT HIS GUILT ALWAYS REMINDS HIM, "THEY ARE FAMILY!"

 FINALLY HIS CHANCE ARRIVES, IT'S MARCIA'S 17TH BIRTHDAY, AS HE 
THINKS TO HIMSELF, "WHAT HARM COULD A BITHDAY SPANKING BE? IT 
HAPPENS ALL THE TIME! CAREFULLY PLANNING HIS MOVES WHILE MARCIA IS 
IN SCHOOL. GREG TAKES OFF HIS AFTERNOON CLASS AND VOLUNTEERS TO 
STAY HOME WITH PETER AND BOBBY, WHILE CAROL AND ALICE GO SHOPPING. 
KNOWING THAT MARCIA HAS STUDY HALL HER LAST PERIOD, SHE SHOULD BE 
HOME EARLY.

 WORKING IN THE BACK YARD ON THEIR GO-CART, PETER AND BOBBY HELP A 
NERVOUS GREG FIX THE ENGINE. HEARING THE BACK GATE OPEN, THEY TURN 
AND GREET MARCIA. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" THEY ECHO, WHILE GREG ONLY 
MUTTERS AND DROOLS AT THE SIGHT OF MARCIA WEARING A SNUG, SHORT, 
POWDER BLUE SKIRT. "THANKS GUYS, BUT I DON'T FEEL ANY OLDER!" SHE 
CHUCKLES. AS GREG JUST STARES AND THINKS; "BUT, YOU SURE IT!" "OH! 
MARCIA, I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU," HE BLEATS. "GEE GREG, I HOPE 
IT'S A NICE PRESENT?" GLANCING DOWN AT THE SHORT SKIRT, GREG 
SWALLOWS AND SUGGESTS, "LET'S GO IN THE HOUSE!" FOLLOWING GREG 
THROUGH THE PATIO DOORS, MARCIA ASKS, "WHERE ARE MON AND ALICE?"

"T-THEY WENT SHOPPING." HE NERVOUSLY REPLIES. "OH, MAYBE FOR MY 
PARTY?" SHE SMILES. "YA! MARCIA, FOR YOUR PARTY!" GOING UP TO THE 
2ND FLOOR, GREG OPENS THE DOOR TO THE STAIRS OF HIS ATTIC BEDROOM. 
"GREG, IS IT IN YOUR BEDROOM?" "YA! MARCIA, YOU GO FIRST!" 
FOLLOWING BEHIND, GREG CAN'T KEEP HIS EYES OFF THE TWO LOVELY 
MOUNDS, SHIFTING INSIDE THE TIGHT, BLUE SKIRT.....THE MOUNDS HE 
LONGS TO SPANK!

 "WHERE IS IT GREG?" MARCIA QUESTIONS, WHILE LOOKING AROUND THE 
ROOM. TAKING A DEEP BREATH, GREG WALKS OVER TO HIS BED AND SITS 
DOWN. "RIGHT HERE MARCIA!" HE ANSWERS WHILE HIS BODY BEGINS TO 
TREMBLE. "RIGHT WHERE GREG?" SHE NERVOUSLY ASKS. "I DON'T SEE 
ANYTHING." THEN REACHING OUT AND GRASPING HER ARM, HE PULLS MARCIA 
OVER HIS LAP. 

"OH! NO GREG, N-NOT A SPANKING?"

"YES MARCIA....A BIRTHDAY SPANKING!" WITH THE SHORT SKIRT ALREADY 
UP TO HER UPPER THIGHS, GREG BRINGS DOWN HIS HAND, SLAP! "OOOW! 
GREGORY!" WHACK! "OUCH, THAT H-HURTS!" SMACK! "THREE!" CRACK! 
"FOUR!" STRUGGLING TO CLIMB OFF GREG'S LAP, MARCIA PUSHES HER HAND 
INTO THE MATTRESS, ONLY TO HAVE HIM LOCK HER RIGHT ARM TIGHTLY 
ONTO HER BACK. THEN WITHOUT HESITATING, GREG PULLS THE SHORT SKIRT 
AND SLIP UP AND TUCKS THEM UNDERNEATH THE SECURED ARM. "GREG...I-
I'AM YOUR SISTER, P-PLEASE D-DON'T!"  WHACK! "FIVE!" SLAP! "SIX!" 
"OOOH!"  SMACK!  "SEVEN!"  "O-OH, NOT SO H-HARD!" CRACK! EIGHT! 
"G-GREGORY...S-STOP!" SLAP! "NINE!" "O-O-OUCH!" 

NOW WITH MARCIA'S FULL BOTTOM SQUIRMING OVER HIS LAP, GREG BRINGS 
DOWN THE 10TH SPANK WITH ADDED FORCE. WHACK! "AAAAH! P-
PLEASE...YOU'RE B-BLISTERING ME!" MARCIA SOBS. LOOKING DOWN AT THE 
SNUG WHITE PANTIES, GREG THINKS; "WHAT THE HECK, WHY NOT?" THEN 
SLOWLY SLIDING HIS FINGERS UNDER THE WAIST BAND, HE TUGS DOWN THE 
WHITE, LACE GARMENT DOWN ON MARCIA'S FIRM THIGHS. "G-GREG, I-I'LL 
TELL MOM AND DAD, P-PLEASE D-DON'T!" SEEING THE BRIGHT REDNESS OF 
HER BOTTOM CHEEKS, GREG GROANS, " M-MARCIA I HAVE TO SEE WHAT I'AM 
DOING....I DON'T WANT TO BRUISE!" WHACK! "ELEVEN!" "OH! GREG, I-
IAM SO EMBARRASSED!"  CRACK! " TWELVE!" "O-OUCH!"

SMACK! "THIRTEEN!"  "OOOOW!"  SLAP! "FOURTEEN!" "AAAAAH! GREG I-IT 
STINGS!" WHACK! "FIFTEEN!" "O-OUCH! (PANT!) OOOOOH! G-GREG!" 
CRACK! "SIXTEEN!" "(PANT!) OOH! GOD! (PANT!)" STOPPING A MOMENT 
BEFORE DELIVERING THE FINAL SPANK, GREG STARES DOWN AT MARCIA'S 
FIRM BUTTOCKS, NOW A BRIGHT RED AS SHE CLENCHES HER CHEEKS TIGHTLY 
AND GRINDS HER BODY INTO HIS THIGHS, WITH A SENSATION SHE'S NEVER 
FELT BEFORE. "JUST ONE MORE MARCIA!"  "I...KNOW G-GREG! (PANT!) I-
I'AM SO NUMB!" SMACK! "SEVENTEEN!" "O-O-OH GREG!"

 LAYING BACK EMOTIONALLY SPENT, GRASPING THE SIGHT OF MARCIA'S 
RED, BARE BOTTOM ACROSS HIS LAP, GREG STARES AT HER WET INNER 
THIGHS AND GASPS, THROUGH HEAVY BREATHS, "OH!...YES, THE PINCH TO 
GO AN INCH!" THEN WHILE MARCIA SQUIRMS AND BUCKS HER HIPS, HE 
SQUEEZES HER TENDER FLESH. "(PANT!) OOOOW! (PANT!) OOOOOH! GREG!"

 AFTER CALMING HER SUDDEN EMOTIONS, MARCIA CLIMBS OFF GREG"S LAP 
WITH A BLUSH, PULLS UP HER PANTIES AND SMOOTHS DOWN THE SHORT, 
POWDER BLUE SKIRT. (AS GREG NOW KNOWS, SHE ISN'T A NATURAL 
BLONDE!) THEN GIVING HER A BIRTHDAY HUG, HE SUGGESTS, "MAYBE WE 
CAN DO THIS NEXT YEAR?" ANSWERING ONLY WITH A SMILE, MARCIA STARTS 
DOWN THE STAIRS, THEN STOPPING FOR A MOMENT, SHE TURNS AND ADDS, 
"OH GREG...I WON'T TELL MOM AND DAD!"          

