



                      RAINY DAY GAMES 

                            by

                       Joe Whatever



It was raining in Los Angeles.  Our beach plans were obviously 
shot.  Since Cindy, my 18-year-old niece, had won "best costume" 
last year, I foolishly agreed to let her put together my costume 
for this year's Halloween party.

My second mistake was agreeing to get a "second opinion" from her 
crabby neighbor four blocks away.

Cindy had done a remarkable job of transforming me from a CPA into 
a teenage bimbo.  But I hated trading in my crisp business suit 
for short-shorts, a pony tail, and a midriff-baring t-shirt.
 
Mr. Johnson glared at me as he led me into his kitchen.  "Your 
mother called and told me that you're the one who egged my house," 
he said, angrily.  "She's the one who suggested the punishment 
you're about to receive."

My mouth flew open as he pulled me over his knee and the first 
flurry of spanks exploded across my shorts.  I tried to wiggle 
off his lap, expostulating.  "But you don't understand.  I 
didn't do it.  Cindy's not my mom; I'm Cindy's aunt."

"Your mother warned me you'd try to talk your way out of this 
with some crazy story," Mr. Johnson thundered.  "Now you're 
REALLY going to get it!"

I gasped as he picked up the hairbrush.  "But I'm not really a 
teenager!" I cried.  "I'm 27 years old!"

"Your mother told me to escalate your punishment each time you 
fibbed," he said.  "That lie will cost you your shorts, young 
lady."

I tried to resist, but my shorts were soon tangled uselessly 
around my knees.  "One more outburst, and I'll take down your 
panties," he threatened.

I realized that arguing was making it worse, and I desperately 
tried to remain silent.  But, as the hairbrush rained fire 
across my tender backside, I once again tried to explain....

"Okay, that's it...panties DOWN!" he roared.  "Raise your 
hips...or I'll get my belt."

My panties were thin, but my blazing bottom needed all the 
protection it could get.

The shame and humiliation of a bare bottom paddling, particularly 
with the way I was kicking and wiggling, was too embarrassing to 
contemplate.

But what choice did I have?  Cindy had transformed me into a 
naughty teenager....

And it was time for that teen to be punished.

I flinched as the hairbrush slowly tapped my underpants twice.  I 
closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, and obediently arched my fanny 
into the air.

I felt utterly humiliated as my underpants slowly slid down, down, 
down....

Cindy's revenge was complete.

I now recalled the way Cindy had glared at me when I tried to 
convince her mom that a "a naughty girl is never too old for a 
bare bottom spanking."  As I felt the hairbrush teasingly rub 
the cheeks of my naked fanny, I knew I was about to prove myself 
right.

I clenched my teeth as Mr. Johnson raised the hairbrush high in 
the air.

It was raining in Los Angeles.  But I knew that, even so, Cindy 
was smiling.



Edited by C. Lakewood

