1 - My Best Friend's Spanking (ALL PARTS)

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You didn't think they happened anymore. Leastways, not to people //your// age. And definitely not here in Northeastern suburbia, with the year about to be 2020. When your best friend said it would be happening to //her//, you thought she was joking. But she wasn't. It //is// happening. //Today//. [[BEGIN|SET-UP (P1)]]

==><== #MY BEST FRIEND'S SPANKING ###A Domestic Discipline Text Adventure [[BEGIN|INTRO (P1)]] (if:(saved-games:) contains "File A")[[[CONTINUE|LOAD]] ](set:$ending=0)

{(set:$turn to $turn+1) (if:$turn is 1)[(set:$time="3:04pm")] (if:$turn is 2)[(set:$time="3:06pm")] (if:$turn is 3)[(set:$time="3:07pm")] (if:$turn is 4)[(set:$time="3:09pm")] (if:$turn is 5)[(set:$time="3:11pm")] (if:$turn is 6)[(set:$time="3:12pm") (unless:$brush is "taken")[(set:$brush="in use")]] (if:$turn is 7)[(set:$time="3:13pm")] (if:$turn is 8)[(set:$time="3:14pm")] (if:$turn is 9)[(set:$time="3:16pm")] (if:$turn is 10)[(set:$time="3:18pm")] (if:$turn is 11)[(set:$time="3:25pm")] (if:$turn is 12)[(set:$time="3:32pm")] (if:$turn is 13)[(set:$time="3:36pm")] (if:$turn is 14)[(set:$time="3:42pm")] (if:$turn is 15)[(set:$time="3:49pm")] (if:$turn >15)[(set:$time="After 4pm")] (print: $time)(if:$holding is (a:"cookie"))[ - You are currently holding a cookie in one hand.](else-if:$holding is (a:"brush"))[ - You are currently holding the hairbrush.](else-if:$holding contains "cookie" and "brush")[ - You are holding a cookie in one hand and a hairbrush in the other.] {(if:$turn is 10)[(set:$event="in progress")] (if:$turn >= 15)[(set:$event="finished") (unless:$brush is "taken")[(set:$brush="set")]]}}

**LIVING ROOM**(unless:$player_loc is "hiding in living room")[(set:$player_loc="living room")](set:$vantage="in house") (display:"TURN COUNTER") The living room is cozy and well-lit by the white sunlight through the sliding door and front windows. The curtains are floral patterned and the television is playing a news report on low volume. You could hide behind the drapes. (unless:$action is "visiting")[ (display:"MOVEMENT")]{ }(unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ An open archway leads to the kitchen, and the door to the outside is behind you. You can turn left into the hallway from here. (if:$action is "sneaking")[[Hide behind the drapes]<hide|{ }(click-replace:?hide)[You hide behind the drapes. (set:$player_loc="hiding in living room") [[Wait here|LIVING ROOM]]] ][[Go into the sun porch|SUN PORCH]] [[Go into the kitchen|KITCHEN]] [[Enter the hallway|HALL]] [[Go outside|DECK]]]

**BEDROOM**(set:$player_loc="bedroom")(set:$vantage="in house") (display:"TURN COUNTER") The bedroom is small and cute with pink-painted walls and white furniture. (print:$friend_name)'s bedspread is a polka-dot pattern and there's a photo collage of her friends above her desk. You notice a dark blue journal on the desk, and you immediately know it to be (print:$friend_name)'s diary. She takes it with her practically everywhere -- you wonder if she's written in it today. (unless:$action is "visiting")[ (display:"MOVEMENT")](else:)[ (display:"TALK TO FRIEND")]{ }(unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ (unless:$diary is "read")[[Read the diary]<take|]{ }(click-replace:?take)[(set:$take="diary")(display:"PICK UP ITEM") (set:$holding=$holding+(a:"diary"))] [[Enter the hallway|HALL]]]

**HALLWAY**(set:$player_loc="hall")(set:$vantage="listening from hallway") (display:"TURN COUNTER") The hallway is narrow, and there are framed family photos at eye level. (unless:$event is "in progress")[(unless:$action is "visiting")[ (display:"MOVEMENT")]{ }(unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ There's a bathroom at the east end and the living room is at the other side. Behind you, there's an entranceway into the kitchen. In front of you, there's a set of two doors -- one for (print:$friend_name)'s room, and the other to her step-mom's. There's nowhere to hide here. [[Go into living room|LIVING ROOM]] [[Go into the kitchen|KITCHEN]] [[Go into the bathroom|RESTROOM]](unless:$event is "finished")[ [[Go into (print:$friend_name)'s room|BEDROOM]]](else:)[ [[Visit (print:$friend_name)|TALK TO FRIEND]]] [[Go into step-mom's room|MASTER BEDROOM]]]](else:)[ You can hear, at the other side of the door, a commotion that you know must be (print:$friend_name)'s spanking in progress. You lean against the door and press your ear to the wood, listening intently. [[Continue|WATCH THE SPANKING]]]

**MASTER BEDROOM**(unless:$player_loc is "hiding in master bedroom")[(set:$player_loc="master bedroom")] (display:"TURN COUNTER") The master bedroom is spacious and neat, with a desk against a window overlooking the front lawn and a king size bed. You could easily hide in the closet.(if:$brush is "set")[ Having served its purpose, the hairbrush has been set on the nightstand by the bed.](unless:$event is "in progress")[(unless:$action is "visiting")[ (display:"MOVEMENT")]{ }(unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ The door behind you leads to the hall. [[Hide in the closet]<hide_closet|(if:$brush is "set")[ [Take the brush]<take|] [[Enter the hallway|HALL]]{ }(click-replace:?take)[(display:"PICK UP ITEM")(set:$take="brush")(display:"PICK UP ITEM") (set:$holding=$holding+(a:"brush"))]{ }(click-replace:?hide_closet)[You hide in the closet. (set:$player_loc="hiding in master bedroom") (set:$vantage="watching from the bedroom closet") [[Wait here|MASTER BEDROOM]]]]]](else:)[ (print:$friend_name)'s stepmother pulls a chair from the desk to the center of the room. You hear it creak as she sits down, and her voice is low when she says: "Pants off, (print:$friend_name). You know the drill." It's about to begin. [[Continue->WATCH THE SPANKING]]]

**BACKYARD**(set:$player_loc="backyard")(set:$vantage="in house") (display:"TURN COUNTER") (if:$action is "entering")[You're about to climb the fence when you realize the latch is actually open. You push inside and close the gate behind you, feeling maybe a little disappointed you don't get to show off your agility. Either way, though -- you're in!(set:$action="sneaking") ]The backyard is fenced in, with patched, frosted grass that crunches underfoot. You wouldn't be able to hide very well here.(unless:$action is "visiting")[ (display:"MOVEMENT")]{ }(unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ A set of stairs leads up to a wooden deck. [[Go onto the deck|DECK]] [[Leave|FRONT PORCH]]]

**BATHROOM**(set:$player_loc="bathroom") (display:"TURN COUNTER") The bathroom has a shower, a toilet, and a sink, every surface cluttered with make-up applicators and various bottles of hair product. There's a mirror over the sink.(unless:$action is "visiting")[ (display:"MOVEMENT")]{ }(unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ The door leads to the hall. [[Look in the mirror|LOOK IN MIRROR]] [[Enter hallway|HALL]]]

**KITCHEN**(set:$player_loc="kitchen")(set:$vantage="in house") (display:"TURN COUNTER") The kitchen is modestly furnished with wooden countertops and large appliances from the early 2000s. A tray of fresh-baked cookies rests on the stove top, and the smell is incredibly distracting.(unless:$action is "visiting")[ (display:"MOVEMENT"){ }(unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ There are two open doorways at either end -- one leads to the living room, and the other leads to the hall. (unless:$cookie is "taken")[[Take a cookie]<take|]{ }(click-replace:?take)[(set:$take="cookie")(display:"PICK UP ITEM") (set:$holding=$holding+(a:"cookie"))] [[Go into the living room|LIVING ROOM]] [[Enter the hallway|HALL]]]](else:)[ (display:"TALK TO STEP-MOM")]

**DECK**(set:$player_loc="deck")(set:$vantage="in house") (display:"TURN COUNTER") The deck is stained chestnut brown. There's some outdoor furniture, a couple of stacked chairs and a table covered with a plastic slip -- you could hide beneath the slip. (unless:$action is "visiting")[ (display:"MOVEMENT")]{ }(unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ The door leads inside to the living room. (if:$action is "sneaking")[ [Hide beneath the slip]<hide|{ }(click-replace:?hide)[You hide behind the covered table. [[Wait here|DECK]]]] [[Go inside|LIVING ROOM]] [[Go into the backyard|BACKYARD]]]

"//What?//" (print:$friend_name) cries.(set:$dom=$dom+1) (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+1 DOMINANT!**]] You realize suddenly that you might have overstepped. You try to walk it back. "I- I'm just //curious//, since I've never --" (print:$friend_name)'s ears turn a bright and burning red, which is what happens when she's embarrassed -- you've always found it cute. "Absolutely //not//. You can't tell anyone that I get..." Her voice trails off, and she shakes her head as though trying to clear it. After a moment, her look of annoyance dissapates as a grin breaks out over her face. "Why would you even want to //see// that?" Then, giving you a playful shove aside, she turns down her walkway and says over her shoulder. "See you later, weirdo." And with that, she walks into her house, her head down and her hands jammed into her jacket pockets. At the front porch she turns and waves. "Let's meet up later, okay?" She opens the door and vanishes inside. You sigh. Now you'll just have to settle for imagining. After one final glance at the house, you turn around and head home.(set:$mission="failed") [[Continue|HOME]]

You're not proud of this decision.(set:$sub=$sub+1) (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+1 SUBMISSIVE!**]] But you //have// to see this. It could be the only time it happens in this town -- in your //life//! So you decide, secretly, to sneak in and watch your best friend be spanked by her hot step-mom. Under no circumstances can you allow yourself to be caught. You'll have to be completely silent. But you know the lay-out of (print:$friend_name)'s house pretty well, and you could probably sneak around it. You wave goodbye as your friend goes up her walkway with her hands jammed into her jacket pockets. When she gets to the front porch she waves to you and says, "Let's meet up later, okay?" You smile and nod as she opens the door and goes inside. Once she's out of view, the smile drops from your face, replaced by a hard line, set in determination. Now you have a choice. You can either sneak up to the azealia bushes out front and try to go through the screen door to the sun porch or go over the fence into the backyard. (set:$action="entering") [[Through the front|SUN PORCH]] [[Through the back|BACKYARD]]

**SUN PORCH**(set:$player_loc="sun porch")(set:$vantage="in house") (display:"TURN COUNTER") (if:$action is "entering")[You crouch low by the azealia bushes as you sneak along the wall of the house. You know from past experience that the screen door here is never locked. You climb the two steps to the sunporch and slip inside, making sure to close the doorly silently behind you.(set:$action="sneaking") ]The sun room is occupied by a white couch and a host of potted plants. (unless:$brush is "taken" or "in use" or "set")[You notice the hairbrush on the couch's armrest.](unless:$action is "visiting")[ (display:"MOVEMENT")]{ }(unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ The door behind you leads back to the living room. (unless:$brush is "taken" or "in use" or "set")[[Take the brush]<take| ][[Go to living room|LIVING ROOM]]]{ }(click-replace:?take)[(set:$take="brush")(display:"PICK UP ITEM")(set:$holding=$holding+(a:"brush"))]

**FRONT PORCH** 4:01pm Standing at the door to (print:$friend_name)'s house, it occurs to you to take a brief inventory.(if:$event is "finished")[ Your best friend and the biggest crush you've ever had was just disciplined by her step-mom. She's in there now with a sore bottom, and no idea you're outside. ](if:$mission is "succeeded")[She also has no idea that you were present for her entire spanking, (print:$vantage).](else-if:$mission is "failed")[You only wish you could have seen the event itself...] Now that you're back, you wonder what she'll say to you. Will she be surprised? Embarrassed? Will she try to pretend nothing happened? However she chooses to deal with this situation, one thing is for sure: you want to know more about (print:$friend_name)'s punishment. You ring the doorbell. At first, there's no answer. Then, after a few moments, you hear: "It's open!" And it's true -- you push on the door and it sways backward, inviting you into the mud room. [[Go inside|ENTRANCE]]

(if:$action is "caught by step-mom")[As you are entering the (print:$player_loc), (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom sees you. "(print:$name)," she says, clearly surprised. "What are you doing here?" "I-um, I-" you stammer. How are you going to get out of this one? [[say "I was just visiting my friend."|TRY TO LIE]] [[say "I want to see the spanking."|ADMIT]] ]{ }(if:$action is "caught by friend")[Just as you round the corner, you pratically bump directly into (print:$friend_name). Your hand instinctively goes to your mouth as (print:$friend_name)'s eyes widen in confusion, then disbelief, then rage. "I-I can explain --" "(print:$name)," she hisses. "Get. Out. NOW." You turn and hustle away without another word. You don't even turn to look over your shoulder, although you can feel (print:$friend_name)'s eyes on your back all the way home." [[Leave|HOME]]](set:$mission="failed")

(unless:$spanked_by_friend is 1 or $request_spanking_friend is "True")[(if:$turn is <20)[Your friend is face down on her bed when you enter. She doesn't look up, and you can hear her hiccuping softly -- her shoulders are shaking, and her face is pressed into the pillow. Her bottom is still completely bared, bright red and warm. Each cheek is solidly colored, so that almost they look like two shiny apples above the pale taper of her thigh. Her pants are in a pile on the floor. [[Get her attention|WALK IN ON FRIEND AFTERMATH]] [[Leave|HALL]]](else:)[Your friend is seated at the edge of the bed, gazing at the floor with a fareaway look in her eyes. Just as you enter, she stands -- a bit tenderly -- and gives you an embarrassed smile. "So..." you begin. "Yeah," she says, wiping her nose. Her face is still shiney with tears. "It happened. But it's over now, so...yeah." [[say "What was it like? Did it hurt?"|CONCERN]] [[say "Did you learn your lesson, then?"|TEASE]] [[say "I can't believe she spanked you -- you're 18!"|OUTRAGE]] [[say "Your step-mom said she likes spanking you."|LIE]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND]]]](else-if:$request_spanking_friend is "True")[Now that you've asked (print:$friend_name) to spank you, the cat is out of the bag. There's an electric change in the air between you, and you can feel it raising the hairs on your neck...but the feeling isn't //unpleasant//. The look she's giving you isn't //upset//... She just seems to be wondering what happens next. //And that makes two of us...// (display:"REQUEST SPANKING (FRIEND)")](else:)[Your friend crosses her arms and gives you a wry smile. She puts the textbook she was reading down, splayed across her thigh. "Hey," she says, her tongue pondering the inside of her mouth. "Hey," you reply. In the silence that follows, without thinking, you rub your bottom. (print:$friend_name) laughs -- not mockingly, but gently. The sound is calming, and her eyes are empathetic. "Still stings?" You nod. She shrugs, as though to say, //What'd you expect?//, but she doesn't say anything. Instead, she turns back to the textbook, licking the tips of her fingers to flip the page as she casts you another look. You feel, in the moments that follow, that you could say anything. Anything at all... [[say, "Want to compare?"]<1| [[say, "I think you should try getting even."|CONVINCE]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND]]]<choice|(click:?1)[(replace:?choice)["Want to compare?" (print:$friend_name) blinks at you in surprise. "...Compare...?" "You know," you say with a small smirk. For a moment, her expression is frozen, stunned. Then, finally, she grins back at you. "There's a mirror in the bathroom that'd be perfect," she says softly. Giggling, she leads you into the hall.(set:$comparison is "on") [[Continue|LOOK IN MIRROR]]]]]

(unless:$spanked_by_stepmom is 1)["Oh, hey (print:$name)," (print:$friend_name)'s step mother says pleasantly, arching her eyebrows. "You're here to see (print:$friend_name)?" She bites her lip as though considering this for a moment. "She...might not be ready to come out just yet. She's..." You could swear a smirk plays across the woman's face, but it's only a glimmer, and gone when she stands to look at you straight on. "She's had a lot to think about this afternoon." [[say, "No, I'm actually here to talk to you."|POLITE]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION W/STEP-MOM]]](else:)[(print:$friend_name)'s step-mother blinks, an unhurried expression on her face as she places foil over the cookies she's just taken from the oven. You can tell it's at least partially a put on, though -- the way her lips play at a smile, and her eyes flicker towards your waist, as though remembering... "Can I help you?" You open your mouth, but no sound comes out. You know she isn't going to bring up what just happened...but you feel as though you have to act carefully, or she'll remind you what your bottom has already been though. And that would be too embarrassing to take right now. You're better off leaving. [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION W/STEP-MOM]]]

She gives you a hard swat on your backside over your pants, which stings in a way you can't describe, other than to say it reminds you of eating a candy that is too sour and feeling the muscles in your face move without you controlling them. She raises her hand for a second swat, and without thinking, you reach back to cover your bottom. "Oho, no you don't," she says with her teeth bared. "If I'd done that during //my// spanking, you know what my step-mom would have done?" "(print:$friend_name), wait, we can talk this out --" //WHAP!// Another hard swat lands on your backside, interrupting your sentence and your train of thought, bringing to your mind a flood of red pain and embarassment. (print:$friend_name) is still talking, though you're only half-registering what she says: "She would have given me a choice -- either I could start over from //zero//" -- //WHAP!// -- "or get another spanking before //bed//!" //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// Now she unleashes a flurry of swats on your backside, alternating between your cheeks until you're sure your entire bottom is a solid pink beneath the seat of your pants. By the time she pulls your pants and underwear off, baring your ass to the sweetly perfumed air of her bedroom, your knuckle are white from gripping the comforters, and you know it's useless to resist. The spanking then continues on your naked bottom, the swats sounding fleshier, wetter, and louder as they ring out -- //SLAP! PLAPTH! SPLAT!// -- and cause your backside to tremble and dance, blushing the color of strawberries. "Not so funny now, is it?" your friend says. She's still naked from the waist down, mind you, her sore bottom pressing down on your shoulderblade to pin you in place. You can smell that intimate odor of her womanhood, coppery but somehow sweet, like the smell before it rains. And as your bottom changes hues, the sting becoming darker and more painful, your feet twisting and toes curling as the shock defuses through your body until you feel warm all over, you realize...that you deserved this. //SLAP!// //SLAP!// //WHAP!// //SLAP!// You lay your chin down on the bedspread and clench your teeth, setting your jaw against the pain in your bottom as you ride out the remainder of (print:$friend_name)'s fury. When, at last, she's finished -- which may be because she feels you've reached an understanding, or it may simply be because she's tired herself out -- she rolls off of your back and onto her belly. The two of you are matching now: naked white thighs and bright red bottoms, both of you. You reach back to rub, and wince at the heat you feel. (print:$friend_name) sees you wince and laughs. "Serves you right," she says.(set:$soreness=$soreness+2) But it isn't a taunt. She isn't mocking you, or laughing at you in a mean way. It's commiseratory -- now both of you have been through the same experience, and you are here at the other side, your pants around your ankles, your rear ends seared and reddened, ready to forgive. You laugh too, and roll onto your side. She does the same, and now you are facing each other on the bed, both of you half-naked with tears still in your eyes, your noses mere inches apart.(set:$spanked_by_friend=$spanked_by_friend+1) "I'm sorry I-" you begin. But your friend shakes her head softly. She closes her eyes, leans forward, and kisses you. (unless:$sub>3)[[[Continue|ENDING 2 (P1)]] ](else:)[[[Continue|2]]]

You look at the heavy brush in your hand, then back to your best friend's bare bottom. //Well,// you think to yourself. //Am I really going to pass up an opportunity like this?// It was never really a question. So you haul back and give (print:$friend_name)'s bottom a hard swat, and the sound is of the cupped brush-back clapping agaist her tushy is glorious -- almost as wonderful as the sound she makes, a high squeal that ellicits a soft scoff from her step-mom. //FWACK!// You switch cheeks, and even as your lifting the brush from the second swat you can see a pink mark rising on her buttock from where the first swat landed. //FWACK!// This time, (print:$friend_name) kicks up her leg helplessly and wails. "Aaaahahaha! I'msorryI'msorry!"(set:$spanked_friend=$spanked_friend+1) //FWACK!// "Gaaaaa!" She turns to glower at you over her shoulder, her eyes burning almost as hotly as her bare ass. She's pouting and furious, and there are tears welling in her eyes. You give her a small shrug. Her step-mom laughs. "Looks like (print:$name) thinks you had it coming." She raises her eyebrows at you and folds her arms. "(if:$gender is "boy")[He](if:$gender is "girl")[She] definitely isn't holding back!" //FWACK!// "EeeeeeiiiiiiaaahahaoowwwOOOWWW!" No, you certainly aren't. [[Continue|ENDING 6 (P1)]]

(print:$friend_name) tilts her head to the side. She's looking at you with her nostrils flared, a new expression on her face -- as though she were seeing you for the first time. You're face flushes. You're just about to take back your request when she sits back, runs both hands across her lap, and pats her knee. "Come on, then," she says with a sideways smile. "Y-you'll do it?" you say timidly. She laughs. "What are friends for?" she says. You lie over her lap, and your skin ripples in goosepimples as you feel (print:$friend_name) sliding your pants and your underwear down to your thighs. You're completely bared. Your face flushes when you hear the smile in (print:$friend_name)'s voice. "My spankings are always on my naked butt, so yours will be too. Fair is fair, right?" She laughs, and you feel her hand against your back. She begins slowly: "This is...really weird..." "I-I know. I just-" "...but I'm kinda into it," she finishes. You look over your shoulder at her in disbelief. She gives you a good natured grin. Then she raises the hairbrush. And brings in down. That first smack -- the resounding //CRACK!//, and the way it makes your right ass cheek dance in reply -- makes your jaw drop. You blink. Your brain looks for words to describe the warm feeling spreading across your backside. Wallop. Low blow. Ffffffuuuuck. You come up short. And the second swat hits. //CRACK!// The sound pops off the other side of your heinie, and you feel suddenly and cataclysmically alive. For a while, the feeling is great. (print:$friend_name) spanks you evenly. Firmly. You best friend weilds a paddle like a painter weilds a brush, and she's coloring in your backside a tender rosy hue. After a while, you start to regret your decision. What started as a pleasant sensation -- like the tug of a riptide, or soreness after a run -- became a harsh and unbearable sting, rising to a fever pitch even as you twitch your hips and blink to keep the tears from your eyes. "I-AH! Um, I'm really starting to -OW!" Your bare backside is glowing like a string of Christmas lights, and your mind is starting to short circuit as the //clap clap clap// against your backside seems to rise in volume and intensity -- //CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!// -- until your grunts and groans become cries of pain! //WHAP!// "Gaaha! (print:$friend_name), st-" //WHAP!// "OW! OW! Stop spanking me, pl-" //FWAP!// "AAAIEEK! Pleeeeeeeeeheheeeeasse-" //WHAP!// Pretty soon, your head is bowed, and fat tears are rolling down your cheeks as (print:$friend_name) laughs. "Not so easy, is it?" she says, running her tongue over her bared teeth before giving your bottom another hard //slap//. "GAAHA!" "You know, your tushy //is// starting to look more red. It's not quite as red as mine yet, though -- you've got a ways to go before that!" //WHAP!// "OHH! Omigosh, (print:$friend_name), I'm sorry, I-"(set:$soreness=$soreness+2) //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// (print:$friend_name) tosses back her head and laughs as you whine and wail, kicking your feet as your bright red buttocks dance under a series of hard, alternating swats. You're in so much pain, you think your backside is about to catch fire. Your vision is swimming in tears, and every swat brings another incoherent sob from your trembling lips. It is time to admit that you are...(set:$request_spanking_friend=0)(set:$spanked_by_friend=$spanked_by_friend+1) (if:$sub>3)[{ }[[Continue|SPANK FRIEND FOR FUN]]](else:)[{ }[[Continue|ENDING 3 (P1)]]]

Absolutely //loving// this. "Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh!" you cry, breathing heavily, your mouth open and lips wet. "Ohmigosh, (print:$friend_name) it's so...it's so --" The swats are harder now, as (print:$friend_name) watches you with some amusement. Your toes curl and you bite your lip as another volley of spanks darkens the redness blossoming in your bottom. "AH!" (print:$friend_name) gives your right butt cheek another hard //WHACK!// and you can't help it: your head drops, and you cross your legs at the calves as you moan with pleasure, shoulders shrugged, back arched. Your face flushes as the sound escapes you -- it's so clearly intimate, so full of longing and relief, that (print:$friend_name) laughs. Your ass burns like hell, and your heart is racing -- but the embarrassment is too much. "S-stop laughing," you say, trembling. "I...I like being spanked, okay? So what?" Her hand is cool as it rubs your left haunch, fingers kneading the skin. You look back over your should and see that (print:$friend_name) is holding the brush against the small of your back, looking at you with her head tilted. There's a gleam of curiousity in her eye, a mischevious curl in her lip as she says: "Really?" You snort. You can't help it -- it's a ridiculous question at this point. //Did she not just hear you moaning?// "Yeah," you say, wiping tears from your eyes. "Really." There's a pause, and the rubbing stops. (print:$friend_name) looks at your cherry-red tushy in wonder. She opens her mouth, and for a moment, no sound comes out. But you feel as though you know what she's about to say. "...I..." she begins. You grin. "...what?" she says, smiling sheepishly and blushing as she meets your eyes. Her ears are red. You give her knowing look. "Do you wanna try?" "Do I...um..." She moves a strand of hair from her face. "Being spanked, I mean," you clarify, as if you needed to. "We don't have to start really hard. And if you don't like it, we'll stop." She doesn't reply for a while. Then, after a moment, she nods. As you swap positions, you take a second to feel your own naked bottom. The warmth is like a convection oven -- like the air when you open a stove and feel the heat blast your face. (print:$friend_name) sees you looking with trepidation at the chair as she's removing her jeans (you both decided you'd start over her panties). She laughs. "Are you gonna be able to sit?" The thought of it isn't very appealing, you have to admit. She giggles again, then suggests: "What if I just lie on the bed? You could stand beside it and...you know." She still can't get over the hurdle of asking for her own spanking. You agree. (print:$friend_name) lies on her belly with a pillow under her waist. Her panties are yellow, and her thighs are pale where her skin hasn't seen sun. Two waning moons of pale flesh are visible where her underwear rides up the soft roundness her her buttocks. You want to bury your face in the space between her legs and inhale. But when she looks up at you, clutching another pillow to her chest, her eyes scared while a timid smile plays on her face, you know that you owe it to her not to be selfish in this moment. To give her the spanking she needs. //FWACK!// The first crack of the paddle on the ass cheek closest to you makes a resounding pop, and (print:$friend_name)'s mouth drops open. //THWACK!// Its pearl back connects perfectly with her soft, firm behind. //FWACK!// "Ohao," (print:$friend_name) says meekly, and she buries her face in the pillow. //FWACK! FWACK! THWACK! FWACK!// Her bottom moves with every swat, like the motion of a sea beneath the bow of a ship. Even through the canary-colored undies, you can feel the heat rising, sense the sting in the way her cheeks clench just before each swat. Her muffled cries are getting louder, her face deeper in the pillow. You are raising your arm to deliver another swat when she quickly and wordlessly reaches back and peels down her panties, baring her ample heinie and its soft pink blush, and then she reassumes her position. She keeps her arms wrapped around her pillow and her face pressed deep in its folds -- but you can still see the redness of her ears. You smile. It's going well. You raise your arm. //Wouldn't want to keep her waiting.// After a few more swats, (print:$friend_name)'s twin strawberry-scoops are the color of marischino cherries. She squirms and sighs with pleasure, sometimes tilting her face so you can see how flushed her face is, see her eyes roll back as the swats rain down. She kicks her legs at the knee, begins to squeal. She reaches back a hand and gasps when you grab her wrist and pin it down on the small of her back. She turns in her pillow and grins at you. Her eyes are half-lidded but shining brightly. Her hair is mussed and her smile is coy. "Harder," she says in a small voice, baring her canines to you. Her other hand explores the space between her thighs, which you can see is becoming damp. //THWACK!// Her bottom jiggles, and her body jerks. //FWACK!// "Oho! Oh, (print:$name), oh!" //FWACK!// She's panting now, grinding her hips against the pillow, her sounds reaching a crescendo, her bottom darkening its rouge. //FWACK!// Her backside is glowing, angry red, and her eyes are glistening, checks flushed. "Ngah! Ohmigod(print:$name)ohmy--" //FWACK!// "GOOOOOOODD!" Her cry is breathy, pained, full of shock and pleasure. It ruptures a seal in the room, tinging the air a delightful shade of pink as the bedroom is flooded by her smell, the sound her of her fingers moving frantically over her clitoris as her bright red ass bounces in the air. Her eyes meet yours, and in that moment they are full of want, deep and wet, like -- "What the hell is going on in here?" All at once everything stops, like a merrigoround arrested mid-spin. You turn to see the door, instinctively covering your bare behind (you never bothered to pull your pants up over your reddened tush). (print:$friend_name) leaps up, pulling the pillow towards her waist to cover herself as you both look at your step-mother at the door. (print:$friend_name) surveys the scene, eyes blazing, mouth open in disbelief. When she closes her lips, they set in a firm line, and she crosses her arms. She leans back, as if to say she's waiting for an explanation. But neither of you offer one. "Well," she says finally. "You know I don't judge, (print:$friend_name). And honestly, I was starting to think you were getting in trouble on purpose. So honestly, this sort of...//experimenting//," she says, her voice dripping, "is not altogether shocking to me. But with that said, you know my daughter and her friends are being dropped off later tonight, and you know how inappropriate it would be for them to hear...to //see// this sort of thing." She looks at you accusingly. "(print:$name), I would expect you, at least, to control yourself more." "We're sorry, mom," (print:$friend_name) says pathetically, wiping the tears from her eyes. Her step-mom scoffs. "You're //gonna// be," she says. She steps aside from the doorway and points at the living room. "Both of you, up. Go over to that couch. So you're interested in spanking, huh?" She says, folding her arms again as the two of you pass her, half-naked and sulking. "Well," she says, closing the door to (print:$friend_name)'s bedroom, "then you're going to love what happens next!" [[Continue|BOTH SPANKED BY STEP-MOM]](set:$spanked_friend=$spanked_friend+1)

She pulls you and (print:$friend_name) by your elbows until you run up against the back of the sofa in the living room. The first thing you notice is that the windows here look out to the street -- anyone walking by would be able to see you plainly, and you're about to say something when (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom pushes you roughly over the sofa so you bend at the waist, falling forward, and you realize she really couldn't care any less. After a moment, you are joined on your right by (print:$friend_name), whose hair falls in front of her face as she falls forward, her shoulder brushing against yours, her thighs positioned perfectly beside you. "Wh-what are you doing?" she cries, pulling her hair back like someone would pull back the drapes to reveal someone standing in their dark driveway, anxiety etched on her face. "What's going on?" "I'll tell you what's going on," her step-mom says in a low voice, almost a growl, as she takes your friend by the waistband of her jeans. "I am about to teach you both a valuable lesson in //respect//!" She yanks downward, and (print:$friend_name)'s still-rosey bottom comes tumbling out, large enough that her thighs seems to spill out over her jeans until her pants and panties are drawn completely to the floor. "M-mom!" //WHACK!// The first crack of the hairbrush is loud enough that it seems to come from inside your own head, as is (print:$friend_name)'s wailed reply: //"Aiiieeeeeeowww!"// Her red bottom ripples as the hairbrush lands at the center of her right butt cheek, and her left foot kicks reflexively. //CRACK// Again, harder this time, earning a sharp intake of air. //FWACK!// You watch the full arc of her head as she pulls up, mouth open, the whites of her eyes clear, then reels forward with eyes shut, biting her lip. The entire response, complete with the swish of her walnut-shell hair and the shimmering wetness at the corners of her eyelids is in slow motion for you. Her face as she's spanked is beautiful, and inches away. //THWACK! WHACK! THWACK!// You're so mesmirized that you hardly notice the tug on the back of your own jeans until your own bottom has been completely bared to the sunlit draught of the living room. //FWACK!// An explosion. Sparks ignite and peel off in your brain. The hairbrush, in landing, displaces your left buttock completely, and you feel yourself exposed. The room is silent, as though the //pop// you just heard from behind you has dampened all sound. The searing slap on your hindquarters awakens something in you. It burns. You are on fire. //WHACK!// You are crying out, although you hardly notice it. Your best friend beside you, her face twisted in concern and pain, watches as you lurch forward in response to the heavy drumming of the paddle. //FWACK! CRACK! WHACK!// For a split second you wonder -- did my face look like that? And then the paddle shifts targets, and you're watching (print:$friend_name)'s spanking once again. This goes on for some time -- (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom alternates between the two of you, giving two heavy whacks to each cheek before bridging the small gap between the two of you to the other. Your bottoms are practically touching against each other, and sometimes (print:$friend_name) wiggles in a way that you feel the hot brush of her thigh against yours, or her fingers tapping accidentally against your hand, or her pressing her face on your shoulder. Your own spanking sends jets of pain followed by a warm, glowing calm as it spreads across your heinie and thighs. Your best friend beside you, receiving the spanking of her life just as you're getting yours, is beginning to cry. And you realize, wiping the back of your hand on your face, that you are crying as well.(set:$soreness=$soreness+3) [[Continue|ENDING 4 (P1)]]

(if:$vantage is "watching from the bedroom closet")[{ }(display:"PART 1 IN CLOSET")(set:$watched_friend=$watched_friend+1)] (if:$vantage is "listening from hallway")[{ }(display:"PART 1 THROUGH DOOR")]

Since you both went to college, (print:$friend_name)'s widower father got remarried to a young, blonde out-of-towner, a development that caused quite a stir. Every boy you know will do her every bidding, and when the girls aren't whispering behind her back, they're admiring her figure enviously. So your ears pricked up when (print:$friend_name) mentions: "It's my stupid freaking step-mom who does it. She told me I had to get my grades up, and I thought she was kidding." She laughs bitterly. "Well, she wasn't." "Your step-mom?" (print:$friend_name) nods. "She's from some weird town in Minnnesota where everyone does it, or something," she says, kicking a stone out of her path. She jams her hands into the pockets of her windbreaker, hunching her shoulders. Her cheeks are flushed, either from the brisk winter air or the thought of what's waiting for her at home. Either way, the colour suits her. She's looking very pretty, even with no make-up and her auburn hair all messy and blowing around in the breeze, occasionally catching at the corners of her mouth. She tucks a loose strand behind her ear. "It's so, so dumb. Like, isn't that supposed to be, you know...for kids? I'm 18! I'm not a kid anymore! God!" She's right about that. You're 18 as well, which means you've known each other for 15 years, and you've had feelings for (print:$friend_name) for about a third that long. It seems inevitable, looking back on it. She's grown into her freckles, her toothy grin, her long and lanky legs. Every time she smiles, it lights up the entire room. Moreover, you feel like in the time you two have spent apart, she's gotten even //more// attractive. She's beautiful -- and actually, she looks a bit like her step-mom in some lights, funnily enough. They've got similar snub noses and blue eyes. Although one might be inclined to think they were sisters, if they didn't know better. "Anyway," (print:$friend_name) says with a sigh as the two of you come to a stop in front of her house, "wish me luck, okay?" Looking into (print:$friend_name)'s nervous eyes, it occurs to you that she's asking for luck because the girl you've been pining for since middle school is about to go inside and receive a spanking from her stepmother. Her young, hot step-mother, who might even spank her //bare naked// on the behind you've been wild about since you first started to masturbate. Plus...you aren't sure when you started being into all of that stuff, but let's just say that since you were a kid, you did some internet searches for terms like "sorority paddling" and that kind of thing and, well -- it's fair to say at this point that you have an interest. And now... You absolutely //cannot// miss this. This is the event of the century. This is a sight to behold. You //have// to see it. But how? [[ask, "Can I watch?"|ASK TO WATCH HER SPANKING]] [[Sneak inside|SNEAK IN TO SEE]]{ (set:$turn to 0) (set:$holding=(a:)) (set:$event="preparing") (set:$mission=0) (set:$player_loc=0) (set:$asked_if_she_needs_spanking=0) (set:$told_stepmom_interest=0)}

(set:$name=(prompt:"What is your name?","ENTER YOUR NAME"))(set:$friend_name=(prompt:"What is your friend's name? (♀)","ENTER YOUR FRIEND'S NAME")){ }She told you about it while you were both walking home from lunch, still carrying your to-go coffee and the brown bag containing the rest of your sandwhich. Today is December 28th, so you're both home for Winter Break. You've always eaten at the same uptown deli -- at least //that// hasn't changed. But a lot of other stuff //has// changed. [[Continue|1]](set:$part=1)

**ENTRANCE**(set:$player_loc="mud room")(set:$vantage="in house") (display:"TURN COUNTER") The entrance to the house is an enclosed mud room compartment with jackets hanging on the wall and a pile of shoes in the corner.(unless:$action is "visiting")[ (display:"MOVEMENT")]{ }(unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ The glass door before you leads to the living room. [[Go into the living room|LIVING ROOM]]]

{(if:$turn is 1)[  (set:$friend_loc to "living room") (set:$stepmom_loc to "living room")   (unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ (if:$player_loc is "sun porch")[(display:"OVERHEAR CONVERSATION")](else:)[You can't really hear (print:$friend_name) or her step-mom from where you are.]]] (if:$turn is 2)[  (set:$friend_loc to "hall") (set:$stepmom_loc to "kitchen")   (unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ (if:$player_loc is "living room")[(display:"OVERHEAR CONVERSATION")](else:)[You can't really hear (print:$friend_name) or her step-mom from where you are.]]] (if:$turn is 3)[  (set:$friend_loc to "master bedroom") (set:$stepmom_loc to "kitchen")  (if:$player_loc is "kitchen")[(set:$action="caught by step-mom") (display:"GET CAUGHT (P1)")]  (unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ (if:$player_loc is "living room" or "hall")[(display:"OVERHEAR CONVERSATION")](else:)[You can't really hear (print:$friend_name) or her step-mom from where you are.]]] (if:$turn is 4)[  (set:$friend_loc to "hall") (set:$stepmom_loc to "kitchen")  (if:$player_loc is "kitchen")[(set:$action="caught by step-mom") (display:"GET CAUGHT (P1)")] (if:$player_loc is "hall" or "master bedroom")[ (set:$action="caught by friend") (display:"GET CAUGHT (P1)")]  (unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ (if:$player_loc is "living room")[(display:"OVERHEAR CONVERSATION")](else:)[You can't really hear (print:$friend_name) or her step-mom from where you are.]]] (if:$turn is 5)[  (set:$friend_loc to "living room") (set:$stepmom_loc to "kitchen")  (if:$player_loc is "kitchen")[ (set:$action="caught by step-mom") (display:"GET CAUGHT (P1)")] (if:$player_loc is "hall")[(set:$action="caught by friend") (display:"GET CAUGHT (P1)")]  (unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ (if:$player_loc is "hiding in living room" or "bedroom" or "master bedroom" or "kitchen")[(display:"OVERHEAR CONVERSATION")](else:)[You can't really hear (print:$friend_name) or her step-mom from where you are.]]] (if:$turn is 6)[  (set:$friend_loc to "sun porch") (set:$stepmom_loc to "kitchen")  (if:$player_loc is "kitchen")[(set:$action="caught by step-mom") (display:"GET CAUGHT (P1)")] (if:$player_loc is "sun porch" or "living room")[ (set:$action="caught by friend") (display:"GET CAUGHT (P1)")]  (unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ (unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ (display:"OVERHEAR CONVERSATION")](else:)[You can't really hear (print:$friend_name) or her step-mom from where you are.]]] (if:$turn is 7)[  (set:$friend_loc to "living room") (set:$stepmom_loc to "kitchen")  (if:$player_loc is "kitchen")[(set:$action="caught by step-mom") (display:"GET CAUGHT (P1)")] (if:$player_loc is "sun porch" or "living room")[ (set:$action="caught by friend") (display:"GET CAUGHT (P1)")]  (unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ (display:"OVERHEAR CONVERSATION")]] (if:$turn is 8)[  (set:$friend_loc to "hall") (set:$stepmom_loc to "kitchen")  (if:$player_loc is "kitchen")[(set:$action="caught by step-mom") (display:"GET CAUGHT (P1)")] (if:$player_loc is "hall" or "living room")[ (set:$action="caught by friend") (display:"GET CAUGHT (P1)")]  (display:"OVERHEAR CONVERSATION")] (if:$turn is 9)[  (set:$friend_loc to "master bedroom") (set:$stepmom_loc to "kitchen")  (if:$player_loc is "kitchen")[(set:$action="caught by step-mom") (display:"GET CAUGHT (P1)")]  (display:"OVERHEAR CONVERSATION")] (if:$turn >= 10)[  (set:$friend_loc to "master bedroom") (set:$stepmom_loc to "hall")   (unless:$action is "caught by friend" or "caught by step-mom")[ (if:$player_loc is "master bedroom" or "hall")[ (display:"OVERHEAR CONVERSATION")](else:)[You can't really hear (print:$friend_name) or her step-mom from where you are.]]]}

(if:$turn is 1)["You understand I don't like to do this," (print:$friend_name)'s step mother is saying. "I know," (print:$friend_name) says. "But if you can't keep your grades up without motivation, then I'll //give// you the motivation." Her step-mom's voice is firm, no-nonsense. "I was making cookies for the bake sale, so I have to clean up the kitchen. Go wait for me in my bedroom -- and bring the hairbrush with you." "The //brush?!// But --" "No buts, (print:$friend_name), or you'll only make it worse for //yours//," her step-mom says. Her voice cuts like a knife, and your best friend is silent and she goes to obey. Her step-mom grunts, satisfied, and turns heel to the kitchen.]{ }(else-if:$turn is 2)[You hear the sink running and the light clatter of pots and pans as (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom does dishes in the kitchen. Your friend mutters beneath her breath as she goes to fetch the brush she's going to be spanked with. "I cannot believe this," she says. "I cannot fucking believe this..."]{ }(else-if:$turn is 3)[A voice cuts through the house's silence. "I can't find the brush," your friend says. You think you hear a note of relief in her voice. "Check the sun porch," her step-mother calls from the kitchen.]{ }(else-if:$turn is 4)["It's still in there from last time," her step-mother continues, still talking about the hairbrush. "You probably forgot to put it back after the last time. Remember?" You can't see her directly, but you're sure (print:$friend_name)'s ears are bright red at the mention of a previous spanking. Your own palms sweat at the mention. You hear your best friend leaving the master bedroom, heading for the hall, then the sunporch. "Maybe this time you won't forget," her step-mom says. Almost as an afterthought. Your best friend makes no reply. Your heart is beating so face now, you're sure you're about to burst.]{ }(else-if:$turn is 5)[Your friend is passing through the living room on her way to the sunporch. Her stepmother is humming tunelessly in the kitchen.]{ }(else-if:$turn is 6)[(if:$brush is "taken")["I-I can't find it!" your friend calls out from the sunporch. You hear her step-mother sigh loudly from the kitchen. "Well, then get your bottom in there. We don't have all day. But don't think that means you're getting off easy."](else:)["Got it," your friend calls resignedly from the sun porch.(set:$brush="in use") "Good," her step-mother replies. "Now sit on the bed in my room and wait for me. We don't have all day."]]{ }(else-if:$turn is 7)[The house is silent, except for the sound of (print:$friend_name)'s nervous steps from the living room and her step-mom closing cabinets in the kitchen.]{ }(else-if:$turn is 8)[(print:$friend_name) is in the hall. The anticipation is killing you.]{ }(else-if:$turn is 9)[You hear the water turn off in the kitchen. "Alright, I'm on my way." (print:$friend_name) whimpers softly.]{ }(else-if:$turn is 10)[You hear a //click// and the clipped sounds of acknowledgement from inside the master bedroom as your best friend is joined by her step-mother.]{ }(if:$event is "in progress")[You can hear the distant sounds of Anna's spanking happening behind the master bedroom door...]

(color:red)[**DISCLAIMER**]: This is a game intended for adults and contains spanking and graphic content. Please do not play if you are not 18 or do not appreciate writing of a sexual nature. Spankings are only for consenting adults. All characters are 18+. By continuing, you agree to the terms and state you are over 18 years old. [[I'm over 18 and willing to see spanking content->TITLE]]

"I- uh, need to go do something real quick," you say lamely. (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom raises her eyebrows, but doesn't object. "Do whatever you need to do, sweetie," she says. She returns to stacking cookies on their various trays. [[Go into the hallway|HALL]] [[Go into the living room|LIVING ROOM]]

From your place in the closet, you have the best seat in the house. (print:$friend_name)’s stepmother has angled her chair so it’s practically facing you, and from your unseen vantage, you can see everything, down to the nervous twitch of (print:$friend_name)’s lip, as well as the red blush in her cheeks undermining her defiant glare. Your best friend unbuttons her pants in a huff and thrusts them down to her ankles, careful not to pull down her panties with them, so she's standing in her yellow undies and striped waffle-shirt with her jeans in a bunch at her calves. Then she moves forward as if to get over her step-mom's lap, but her step-mom holds out her hand. "(print:$friend_name). I said //off.//" "What?!" your friend begins, straining with disbelief (although you get the sense she was expecting this). "But- you can't just-" Her step-mother says nothing, but levels (print:$friend_name) with a withering look. After a moment, your friend drops her shoulders, groans, and obliges by peeling off her panties. They join her tight jeans at her ankles, and now your friend's butt is completely bare. And what a butt it is! Each cheek is round and firm, jiggly in the right places, taut in her long white thighs. (print:$friend_name) has always joked about how fair-skinned she is whenever the two of you go to the public pool or the beach, but her behind is downright pale. You can hardly believe you're luck in imagining it won't be that way for long. Her bottom lip quivers as she climbs over her step-mother's lap. [[Continue|PART 2 IN CLOSET]]

Then it occurs to you: this thing you're witnessing really is unbelievable. Like, truly unbelievable. As in, if you were to tell someone, they wouldn't believe you. You might not even believe //yourself// -- it seems honestly more likely that this is some ridiculous dream. And then you remember that you have your phone in your pocket, and you could, if you were so inclined, record (print:$friend_name)'s spanking for posterity. But what type of friend would that make you? The type, you suppose, who sneaks into someone's bedroom closet to watch their crush get spanked. Still, it seems like an extra betrayal to film the ordeal...but on the other hand, wouldn't (print:$friend_name) do the same if it were you in this ridiculous position? Wouldn't she tease you relentlessly for it? You've only got a split second to decide. What do you do? [[Film the spanking]<film| [Don't film]<dont|]<choice|{ }(click:?film)[(replace:?choice)[You hastily take out your smartphone and press record, just as (print:$friend_name) is about to say the words. (set:$filmed="True") "I-" your friend stammers. "I-I want you to spank me, please." [[Continue|PART 4 IN CLOSET]]]]{ }(click:?dont)[(replace:?choice)[You decide it's enough just to watch. "I-" your friend stammers. "I-I want you to spank me, please." [[Continue|PART 4 IN CLOSET]]]]

"Good," her step-mom replies. "Because that's //exactly// --" (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] The first swing of the hairbrush connects beautifully, flattening (print:$friend_name)'s bottom and causing her jaw to drop. "-- what I plan --" (if:$brush is "in use")[//FWHACK!//](else:)[//SPLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] It seems to take this pairing of spanks, one for each perfectly round cheek, for (print:$friend_name) to register the pain. She cries out, and her foot kicks up with the jeans still dangling. "--to do!" (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] "Owwwww!" You watch as marks the color of strawberry ice-cream blossom on each side of (print:$friend_name)'s jiggling bottom, her eyes wide with pain and surprise, her lilywhite hands gripping the seat of the chair. The spanks continue in a flurry, one after the other, alternating sides, her step-mother's powerful arm coming down hard, (print:$friend_name)'s bottom responding as the echoing //clap// sounds just before another, over and over again: (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//](if:$brush is "in use")[//CRACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//](if:$brush is "in use")[//FWHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] As you're watching, you can't help but think... [[You wish you could spank (print:$friend_name) like that]<dom| [You wish (print:$friend_name)'s stepmom would spank you like that]<sub|]<action|{ }(click:?dom)[(replace:?action)[//I wish I could spank (print:$friend_name) like that...//(set:$dom=$dom+2) (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+1 DOMINANT!**]]]]{ }(click:?sub)[(replace:?action)[//I wish someone would give me that kind of spanking...//(set:$sub=$sub+2) (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+2 SUBMISSIVE!**]]]] [[Continue|PART 5 IN CLOSET]]

Now her stepmother drapes both arms over (print:$friend_name)'s back, serving the dual purpose of giving her a place to rest and holding her step-daughter in place. "Okay, (print:$friend_name). Do you know why you're getting this spanking?" Your friend replies in a flat tone, looking miserable. "Because I have an F in Philosophy 101." "That's right. And what was the deal we made about your behavior?" (print:$friend_name) gets a pained expression and looks over her shoulder. "If you don't like saying it," her step-mom says sternly, "I suggest you don't pretend to have forgotten it." Your friend groans and looks pleadingly at the ceiling, but after a moment of unremittent silence she gives in. "Th-that if I don't pass all my classes, you can s-spank me." She closes her eyes, as though the words were a nasty-tasting medicine. "On my bare bottom."(if:$hairbrush is "in use")[ "With?" "...with the hairbrush."] "Good. Now, are you ready?" (print:$friend_name) nods, bracing -- but no spank comes, so she cautiously opens one eye. "I need to hear you say it, (print:$friend_name)." [[Continue|PART 3 IN CLOSET]]

"Stings, doesn't it?" her step-mother says. "Maybe you'll remember this the next time you feel like mouthing off to your father..." (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//CRACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//FWHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] "Ohmigosh!" (print:$friend_name) gasps after the final resounding smack. That swat was hard enough that she kicked both legs, causing her jeans and panties to fly off her ankles. She's panting now, whimpering as the pinkness in her tushy graduates to a glowing apple-red. "-- or my husband," her step mother continues. She places her left hand on the warm flesh of her step-daughter's bottom and leans forward. "Are you sorry now for being rude?" "Y-yes, I am," (print:$friend_name) spits out. "I-I'm really sorry, and I promise -- //I promise// it won't happen again." Her stepmother frowns, considering the apology. At last she nods. "Good," she says. "That's very good." "So we can stop now?" (print:$friend_name) says with palpable excitement and relief. "We're done?" Now her stepmother laughs, a calm and genuine laugh. "Oh, goodness no. We're only just starting." She raises the hairbrush. "But I'm glad to see it's getting through!" (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] This first gun-shot //pop// of the paddle against poor (print:$friend_name)'s bare bottom kicks off a volley of spanks like you could never have imagined. (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHOCK!//](else:)[//PLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//FWHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHOCK!//](else:)[//PLAP!//] Her step-mother's arm is a blur, and (print:$friend_name)'s grunts and moans become wails and sobs as twenty strokes becomes thirty and thirty becomes forty and (print:$friend_name)'s pale bare bottom becomes a lovely dark scarlet shade, solid all over and visibly hot to the touch. (print:$friend_name) cries and pleads and exclaims so many times as she's being spanked it all becomes a jumbled mess of "I'm so sorry! I'm so soooorrrryyyYEEEEEE!" and "I'll never talk -- OW! --back again, I swear, I -- AHHHHOWOW! AIIIIEE!" and "Pleeeeeeaaaase -- OUCH! AGH! -- stooooop! -- OWWW! It HUUUUUURTSSSAHAOWWW! --" And eventually everything becomes uninterrupted crying with no words to speek of. Only then does her step-mom lean back to survey her work and decide, satisfied, that it's time for (print:$friend_name) to stand. [[Continue|END OF SPANKING]]

Her step-mom rejoins with something you can't quite make out, and what follows is the most delightful sound you've ever heard: (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] The noise //pops// through the door as though you were in the room. Your own jaw drops, as your sure (print:$friend_name)'s does as well, when you hear the sheer strength she's being spanked with. (if:$brush is "in use")[//FWHACK!//](else:)[//SPLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] "Owwwww!" (print:$friend_name)'s protest is muffled, but the spanks continue to come through loud and clear. As you're listening, you can't help but think... [[You wish you could spank (print:$friend_name) like that]<dom| [You wish (print:$friend_name)'s stepmom would spank you like that]<sub|]<action|{ }(click:?dom)[(replace:?action)[//I wish I could spank (print:$friend_name) like that...//(set:$dom=$dom+2) (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+2 DOMINANT!**]]]]{ }(click:?sub)[(replace:?action)[//I wish someone would give me that kind of spanking...//(set:$sub=$sub+2) (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+2 SUBMISSIVE!**]]]] [[Continue|PART 5 THROUGH DOOR]]

(if:$vantage is "watching from the bedroom closet")["That's better," (print:$friend_name)'s step-mother says, admiring your friend's dark red bottom. "I think you'll remember this. Now, go to the corner and wait there until I say you can move. And remember what I said about rubbing." Still sniffling and rubbing her eyes, (print:$friend_name) nods. "I-if you see me rubbing my bottom, y-you'll spank me again tonight." "Good girl." Her step mother stands, guiding her to the corner at the far side of the room. She's about to leave, when it occurs to her to say something. She tilts her head, as though trying to find the right words. Then: "Just know this, okay -- I'm not putting you through anything I haven't had to go through. And you'll thank me for it later. Trust me." (print:$friend_name) doesn't reply. She only silently faces the corner with her hands on her head. Satisfied, her step-mother leaves. After a moment, you hear her in the kitchen again. This is your chance! With (print:$friend_name) in the corner with her sore butt to the room, you can sneak out through the sliding door in the living room with no one the wiser. ]{ }(else-if:$vantage is "listening from hallway")[Next, you hear muffled talking and choked sobs as your friend is allowed to get up. You hear her mention something about "rubbing," which you assume you misheard. Then your stepmother's voice becomes louder:"Just know this, okay -- I'm not putting you through anything I haven't had to go through. And you'll thank me for it later. Trust me."(if:$brush is "in use")[(set:$brush="set")] Just as you hear her approaching the door, you rush into the living room to hide.] You tiptoe down the hall, out the sliding door into the yard, and race all the way home.(set:$mission="succeeded") [[Go home|HOME]]

**YOUR HOUSE** (if:$mission is "failed")[For nearly an hour, you lie on your bed, throwing a rubber ball against the wall of your room and thinking about (print:$friend_name)'s spanking. Did she have to bend over, or get over her step-mom's knee? Did she have to take off her jeans...her panties? Is her butt all red now? Did she cry, or take her whacks in stoic silence? You launch the ball at the wall particularly hard, cursing yourself for not being there to see. You have so many questions! But then it occurs to you. What if you go over there now -- //after// the spanking? Maybe now you can get some information, and maybe, now that the embarassment is over, (print:$friend_name) will talk to you about it. (set:$turn=15) [[Go over to (print:$friend_name)'s house]<return| [[Send her a text|SEND TEXT MESSAGE]]]<action|(click:?return)[(replace:?action)[Maybe (print:$friend_name) will be happy to see you. Maybe not. Either way, it's worth a shot. You stand, pull on your jacket, and head out. [[Continue|FRONT PORCH]]]]{ (set:$action="visiting") (set:$event="finished")}]{ }(else-if:$mission is "succeeded")[As soon as you close the door behind you, you let out a deep breath, as though you'd been holding it the entire way home. The truth is, you probably were. Now that you're home, your thoughts are still racing...but you were there. You were there, and it //really// happened. Part of you still can't believe it. The sound of the cracking paddle, your friend's cries of pain, the sterness of her step-mother's voice -- it's all so surreal. But the entire experience is burned into your memory now, and...(if:$filmed is "True")[oh! You have a recording, too!] Best of all, you haven't been caught. No one knows what you've seen and heard. So what happens next, well -- it's all up to you. [[Go back to your friend's house|FRONT PORCH]](if:$filmed is "True")[ [[Post the video online|POST THE VIDEO ONLINE]]] [[Send her a text|SEND TEXT MESSAGE]]{ (set:$action="visiting") (set:$event="finished")}]

Through the door, you hear the muffled sound of (print:$friend_name) slowly taking her pants off. There are two steps as your friend pulls the blue jeans off her legs, followed by her step-mother saying, "And your underwear, too." "What?! But-" As soon as she begins, her protest is cut off, probably by a stern look. Then, after another moment, you hear the //shush// sound of your friend peeling off her underpants and dropping them to the floor.(set:$turn=$turn+1) [[Continue listening|PART 2 THROUGH DOOR]]

Now you hear a back-and-forth happening -- which, if you were more familiar with spankings, you'd recognize as a familiar prelude to a corporal punishment. But you can't hear (print:$friend_name)'s responses, since she's probably too embarassed to speek in anything more than a low murmur. But you hear her step-mom's voice, and from that you can tell the content. "-- do you know why you're getting this spanking?" A soft buzz is all you can make out. "That's right. And what was the deal we made about your grades?" You hear your best friend whine in response, as though reluctant to give the answer. "If you don't like saying it, I suggest you don't pretend to have forgotten it," is the reply. Then you hear your best friend speeking up (perhaps realizing that she would be required to repeat any muttering) to say the following words which, as her friend for 15 years, even if you'd known her for //50// years, you couldn't have imagined her saying: "Th-that if I don't pass all my classes, you can s-spank me. On my bare bottom." You think your brain is going to overheat then and there. You're so caught up that you don't hear the last exchange, but that sentence, coming from your best friend's lips, will be enough to fill your dreams for a year... [[Continue listening|PART 3 THROUGH DOOR]]

If only you'd managed to get inside! God, what you wouldn't give to see your friend's naked behind, her bare bottom, on display before her busty step-mom as she's forced to recount her punishment before it happens! But the door will have to do. Hush! They're saying something else now: you can make out your best friend's voice. "I-" she stammers. "I-I want you to spank me, please." It's about to begin! [[Continue|PART 4 THROUGH DOOR]]

(if:$brush is "in use")[//WHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//CRACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//FWHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] Just when you were starting to feel bad for your best friend's heinie, there's a pause in the //thwacks//, and a conversation begins that is just barely audible. You snatch certain words from (print:$friend_name), who is breathing heavily, and you approximate her meaning. She's wondering if they're done. And then you hear a low, bubbling noise, like a tea kettle boiling or a flock of birds cooing to each other. It takes you a moment to realize this is her step-mother...laughing. (if:$brush is "in use")[//CRACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//CRACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//WHACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] What happens next is a heavy-fire of hard rounds, each followed by (print:$friend_name) yelping helplessly at increasingly desperate pitch. The swats continue -- and continue! Dozens of spanks in rapid succession, until you can only imagine (print:$friend_name)'s bottom is billowing smoke. The poor girl is sobbing openly now, as every (if:$brush is "in use")[//CRACK!//](else:)[//PLAP!//] (if:$brush is "in use")[//CRACK!//](else:)[//WAP!//] and (if:$brush is "in use")[//CRACK!//](else:)[//SLAP!//] pushes her further beyond the threshold of "sorry." By the end, you can't remember how many times you heard (print:$friend_name) promise to be good, nor how many swats were delivered to her tender bare bottom, but both numbers must be in the dozens. Only then does her step-mom tell your best friend to stand. [[Continue|END OF SPANKING]]

You unlock your phone and stare at the screen, mesmerized, as your best friend is spanked by her step-mother on video. You captured almost all the best parts: the way her bottom ripples and reddens, the cries, the scissoring feet, the //crack// of each swat against her hot tushy... You watch and rewatch until your eyes are sore from not blinking. //People have **got** to see this,// you decide. And so, you decide to post the video on Facebook. Of course, you feel a twinge of remorse as you're setting up the post on your bedroom laptop -- (print:$friend_name), surely, will be upset. But then you watch the way her perfect backside bounces beneath (if:$brush is "set")[the hairbrush](else:)[her step-mother's firm hand] and your mind is made up all over again. You upload the video to your Facebook and click //post.// [[Continue|ENDING 1 (P1)]]

You decide to play it safe -- rather than go over to (print:$friend_name)'s house, you'll send her a text message. You know she's probably in her room, recovering from a recent bottom-warming -- and you know this because your mind has turned over the idea, the imagining of it, perhaps a hundred times today. So you imagine she'll be lying on her stomach on her bed -- and you imagine the arch of her back and the slope of her waist and the bareness of her crimson backside -- when she gets this text. (color:green)[YOU: hey (print:$friend_name) are you busy?] A pause. You imagine she's probably looking up from her pillow now, her eyes still bleary with tears, at the phone that just chimed on her night stand. Perhaps she reaches back to soothe her spanked ass with one cool hand as the other reaches for the device. There's a chime. (color:green)[HER: I think I'm going to stay home, (print:$name). No hanging out for me tonight.] You read and re-read the message before finally replying, your knuckles white and anxious: (color:green)[YOU: butt hurts that bad, huh?] And after a moment, your phone chimes again. (color:green)[HER: :(] You lie back so the top of your head hits the wall behind you, and your hand goes to your mouth. You bite your nails as you think of something else to say -- maybe commiseration? Maybe a tease? -- but nothing comes to mind. You drop your phone on the bed: if you're going to hear anything else about this spanking, it will have to be in person. [[Go back to your friend's house|FRONT PORCH]](if:$filmed is "True")[ [[Post the video online|POST THE VIDEO ONLINE]]]

(unless:$part1 is "complete")[You follow her into the master bedroom, where your friend is waiting. (print:$friend_name) has her hair tied back now, and she's looking at her feet as though she were thinking of a far away place where she'd much prefer to be right now. She raises her head slowly, and when she sees you, her eyes widen. "(print:$friend_name), there's been a change of plans," her step-mother says calmly. "Go to the living room and bend over the sofa. Your friend (print:$name) here is going to help me give you your punishment." (print:$friend_name) opens her mouth once, then twice, but no words come out. Instead, she makes a low, confused noise, and her ears turn bright red. "Go now, (print:$friend_name)," her step-mom says. "Or do I have to spank you for not listening, too?" (print:$friend_name) bows her head, humiliated. "N-no, but..." "Go!" As though propelled from a cannon, (print:$friend_name) pushes past you, out the door, and into the living room. You follow her with her step-mom and watch, incredulous, as she bends over the back of the sofa as though she'd done this many times before, and had been meticulously instructed on how it's done. She leans so her belly is resting on the back of the couch, her breasts on the plush. She arches her back so her bottom is raised, and she places both hands flat on seat cushions. She glances back at you over her shoulder. Her expression is unreadable. (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom takes her jeans by the waistband. "N-no, wait -- " (print:$friend_name) cries out, reaching back to cover her bottom. Her step-mom swats her hand away and yanks down her pants. Her yellow panties are caught up in the motion and bunch together, peeling down to reveal the top of the cleft between her moon-white cheeks. She reaches back again and pulls her panties up, covering herself -- Only to have her step-mother take her panties and drag them off in a single flourish. "Not bare!" (print:$friend_name) cries. Her hand goes searching for her panties, trying to tug them back up her bare thighs. Her eyes dart over to you, then pleadingly back to her step-mom. "I c-can't -- not in front of.." "Oho, yes you can," her step-mother says. She grabs your friend's wrist. "And if you keep reaching back, young lady, you are going to get another spanking tonight before you go to bed!" Miserably, your friend brings her hand back and presses her palm flat against the cushion. You gape in amazement: you've seen (print:$friend_name) hold an argument into the early morning, never backing down on some stupid point about the character in a movie you watched together being gay, or about some point on global politics neither of you really even care about. And yet, at the mention of another spanking, she obediently faces forward, her buttocks clenching as she braces... //CRACK!// "Ngah!" The sound explodes from (print:$friend_name) as the hairbrush connects, drawing a pink blotch on her otherwise pearly-white behind. She glances back over her shoulder at you both, and you see something unreadable in her eyes... //FWACK!// //CRACK!// //WHACK!// As you're watching, you can't help but think... [[You wish you could spank (print:$friend_name) like that]<dom| [You wish (print:$friend_name)'s stepmom would spank you like that]<sub|]<action|{ }(click:?dom)[(replace:?action)[//I wish I could spank (print:$friend_name) like that...//(set:$dom=$dom+2) (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+1 DOMINANT!**]]]]{ }(click:?sub)[(replace:?action)[//I wish someone would give me that kind of spanking...//(set:$sub=$sub+2) (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+2 SUBMISSIVE!**]]]] The spanking continues until a soft pink is blushing at both cheeks. Her bottom clenches and relaxes with every swat, her dark and lovely cleft opening at times to bare her privates. Her rear end is warm now, but not as hot as her ears, which burn dark red with the humiliation of being punished in front of a peer. In front of //you//.(set:$part1="complete") //WHACK!// //WHACK!// //WHACK!// //WHACK!// "Alright, (print:$name)," you hear from beside you, "Now that you see how it's done...why don't you give it a try?" It's (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom, handing you the hairbrush. As she presses it into your hands, you struggle to find words -- but one look at your best friends's bare naked behind take them away from you. You're holding the hairbrush. You look from (print:$friend_name) to her step-mom. (print:$friend_name)'s bottom is an angry red now, like warning lights or police sirens. You take the heavy brush in your hand, and you see your friend looking at you over her shoulder with tears in her eyes. Her step-mom folds her arms. They're both waiting to see what you will do. [[say "(print:$friend_name) doesn't deserve this"|REFUSE]] [[Give her a spanking|HELP STEP-MOM SPANK FRIEND]]](set:$watched_friend=$watched_friend+1)

After a moment of staring, you decide you'd better let her know you're standing there. You clear your throat awkwardly. "Ahem. Hey, (print:$friend_name)," you say. "I was-" (print:$friend_name) whirls around, clearly startled. She looks at you with wide, red-rimmed eyes, her cheeks still wet from tears. But after the initial shock, the anger sets in. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" she screams. "I-I didn't know you'd-" you stammer, stepping back as she leaps off the bed and charges at you "YOU WERE LOOKING!" "Wh-what?" You raise your hands in defense just as she grabs your arm. "N-no, I was just --" "YOU WANTED TO SEE MY BUTT!" "I-I didn't know that --" "You were just coming over to see my NAKED BUTT and make fun of me for getting spanked! Admit it!" She start pulling you towards the bed. Well, maybe a little bit, you think. But of course, you continue to deny. "No! I-I just wanted to see if you wanted to --" "You think I don't know what you're thinking, huh?" She throws you onto the bed, then pins you in a position that you find uniquely unsettling, given the context: your chest is flat against the bedspread, and your legs are in the air while (print:$friend_name) sits on your back. "Well guess what? Now we're going to see how //you// like it!" Uh-oh. [[Continue|SPANKED BY ANGRY FRIEND]]

"I'll be right back," you assure your friend. She looks at you ascant, her head tilted and her pretty eyes narrowed, but then shrugs and goes back to looking at her phone. "Okay, whatever," she replies. [[Go into hallway|HALL]]

(if:$take is "brush")[You pick up the hairbrush.(set:$brush="taken")(set:$take=0)]{ }(if:$take is "cookie")[You take an eat a cookie. It's delicious.(set:$cookie=$cookie+1)(set:$take=0)]{ }(if:$take is "diary")[You open the diary and begin to read. One particular series of passages catches your eye.(set:$take=0) [[Continue|READ FRIEND'S DIARY]]]

"Oh?" (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom says softly, raising one eyebrow. She takes the hairbrush from your limp hand and tilts her head, deep in thought, and perhaps contempt. You can feel your knees shaking as you wither under her gaze. But then she says, "Okay. Fine. If that's how you feel about it, you'll need to wait outside." She turns back to (print:$friend_name)'s bared bottom. "I still have work to do here." As you go to the door, your eyes meet (print:$friend_name)'s as she glances at you over her shoulder. Past her tears, you can see her gratitude -- the corner of her mouth twitches, a wry smile. You return it shyly as you place your hand upon the door handle. (if:$sub>3)[[[say "I'll take half her spanking."|BOTH SPANKED BY STEP-MOM]] ][[Continue|ENDING 5 (P1)]]

On second thought, posting one of the most embarrassing moments of your best friend's life on social media may not have been the best idea. Almost immediately after uploading the video of (print:$friend_name), the comments start rolling in. (color:green)[- is this real?!? - omg :0 - @(print:$friend_name) your mom still spanks you? - lmaooooooooo - ngl this is pretty hot - yooooooooooooo how is your ass after this tho? - ^ so red. so so red] And on and on. You rewatch the video of (print:$friend_name) getting a bare-bottom spanking, crying and sobbing, kicking her feet as her rear end blushes as dark red as strawberries in the summertime...and you bite your nails. Maybe sharing this wasn't exactly...//bright//. Some hours later, while you're washing dishes, you get a text message that confirms the predictable outcome. (color:green)[//how could you?//] is all the message reads. Then: (color:green)[//>:(//]. Followed shortly by, //don't talk to me. ever.// You dive for your phone, wipe soapy water on your pants, and begin texting rapidfire replies...but it's no use. Even as you send the message, you're still getting notifications from comments on the video. Now people are texting you directly, people you haven't heard from in months, asking how you filmed the video, and what it was like, and what it was for. You sigh and put down the phone. It's going to be a long time before (print:$friend_name) can forgive you, if she ever can. At least you got to see her spanking, and you've got the likes to prove it. But you can't help wondering if this could have gone a different way... [[View stats|STATS PAGE]](set:$sub=0)(set:$dom=0)(set:$turn=0) (set:$ending1=1){ }(set:$which_end="Your best friend isn't talking to you...but the video is your most 'liked' post!")

(print:$friend_name) rolls her eyes. "I had my ass repeatedly slapped with the back of a hairbrush...what do //you// think?"(set:$sub=$sub+1) (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+1 SUBMISSIVE!**]] [[say "So you didn't...enjoy it, at all?"|CURIOUSITY (FRIEND)]] [[say "Did you learn your lesson, then?"|TEASE]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND]]

She laughs, her head falling back. "Yes, I did. Thanks so much for your concern," she says. [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND]]

(print:$friend_name) looks down, clearly embarassed. Her ears are bright red again, and she doesn't look at you when she says. "Well...she did." And she shifts her weight uncomfortably, gritting her teeth as she moves from cheek to tender cheek. She clearly thinks your teasing her...which, to be fair, you sort of are. But you can't really have much of a conversation like this. (print:$friend_name) pulls her phone out of her pocket and starts idly tapping. Maybe you should try a different strategy... [[say "Your step-mom said she likes spanking you."|LIE]] [[say "Did you learn your lesson, then?"|TEASE]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND]]

(print:$friend_name) frowns. An inscrutible emotion comes over her eyes -- betrayal? embarrassment? -- and she looks away. "Of course she does," she says. She's trying to sound as though she already knew this, but there's an extra pout in her voice that wasn't there before, a sense of sulkiness that suggests this fact adds insult to the injury of her presently sore bottom. [[say "I think you should try to get even."|CONVINCE]] [[say "So you didn't...enjoy it, at all?"|CURIOUSITY (FRIEND)]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND]]

(print:$friend_name) looks at you quizzically. She opens her mouth, then closes it, unsure of what to say. "I...well, I...um..." Raising one eyebrow, she leans forward. "(print:$name), I don't think...I don't think I was meant to enjoy it. At all."(set:$sub=$sub+1) "True. Buts some people might like it, anyway, you know," you point out. (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+1 SUBMISSIVE!**]] She laughs. "Not me." Then, a thoughtful look comes over her face. "Would...you?" [[say "I've always been curious what it feels like..."|REQUEST (FRIEND)]] [[say "No, no! Not me. //Other// people."|DENY]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND]]

(set:$dom=$dom+1)"Get...even?" (print:$friend_name) says, not understanding. (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+1 DOMINANT!**]] "Look," you say matter-of-factly, "you're 18 years old, and your step-mom just took you over her lap for a bare-ass spanking. Something is wrong with this picture." (print:$friend_name)'s ears redden at the mention of her punishment, but she doesn't object. "It's just humiliating, and she knows it. She probably gets off on treating you like a little kid. (print:$friend_name) awkwardly grabs her elbow and looks out the window. "Well, what can I do about it?" she says miserably. "It's not my house." "It's not hers either, though." "My dad always takes her side." "He's not here now, though, is he?" (print:$friend_name) looks up at you, surprised. "On your own, yeah, she can take you," you say. "But if we go into the kitchen and surprise her together, we can give her a taste of her own medicine. And then, maybe she wouldn't be so quick to break out the brush." (print:$friend_name)'s voice is dubious, but her eyes are hopeful. "You think so?" Her fingers go to her lips, and she bites her nails. You nod confidently. "I'm sure of it. So what do you say? You hold her down, and I spank her?" She shakes her head, and a grin plays at her mouth. "You can't have //all// the fun." You point emphatically. "That's the spirit! She's in the kitchen. We can use a spatula or something -- really make it count." And with that, the two of you set out to teach (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom a lesson, once and for all. But when you get to the kitchen and see (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom leaning over the cookie trays, you hesitate. She looks up at you, coils of blond hair shimmering beneath the light, a pleasant smile on her face. Her eyes become troubled when they see (print:$friend_name) behind you. "(print:$name)? (print:$friend_name)?" She looks at your friend. "I would have thought you'd be in your room. Thinking about our discussion." "Actually," you begin, your mouth drier than it was a moment ago, "we wanted to discuss something with //you//." "Oh?" she says. She puts a hand on her hips, awaiting an explanation. You and (print:$friend_name) exchange a worried glance. You realizing now that you really hadn't thought your plan through. "I, um, we," you start. "//We// think it's unfair that you spanked (print:$friend_name) just for her grades, a-and...and we think, actually, //you're// the one who deserves a spanking." In a last-second attempt at bravado, you grab the spatula from a cylindrical holster on the counter. "So, um...bend over!" (print:$friend_name) winces, covering her face. You turn to give her a look, and when you turn back, you feel the woman's long fingers gently wrapping around your wrist. "I'm sorry, but that won't be happening. However," she says in a calm, firm voice, lifting the spatula easily from your grasp, "a spanking //is// in order in this household. You're right about that." She cocks one eyebrow, as though challenging you to disobey (which, even as your fingers clasp at the implement, you know you won't. "Go to the living room, please. Both of you. Assume the position over the back of the couch. And if you don't know what that means, (print:$name), as (print:$friend_name)." She smiles at you coolly. "She'll teach you how." [[Continue|BOTH SPANKED BY STEP-MOM]]

You can't handle the embarassment. You can't handle the hope rising in your chest as your friends lips come away from yourself with a soft //chk// sound, like the opening of a faucet or the first loosening turn of a bolt. You can't handle the soreness in your backside, which still burns and stings with as much or more instensity than your face as you back away from (print:$friend_name) in surprise. "I- what did- but I don't-" She laughs gently and pushes your hair off your forehead. "Oh, (print:$name)," she says. "You have no idea how much you mean to me." Your mouth opens, but no words come out. (print:$friend_name) closes her eyes and shakes her head. "I need this time to figure out what //I// want. It's okay that you want to see my butt and all --" she grins knowingly. "Kinda cute, even." She gives her shoulders a little shrug, and her ears redden the way you love. Then she shakes her head again, more sadly. "But you're looking for a relationship, and I'm just not looking for that right now." You're so stunned by the suddenness of this conversation that you completely blank on all of the things you thought you'd say if it ever happened. In the shower every morning, you have the perfect response to every objection...But in the moment, you have no idea what you should say. Deny your feelings for her, even though she's pinpointed them exactly? Try to laugh it off, even though between the rejection and the spanking you're at the verge of tears? There's nothing you can say, so you say nothing. You close your mouth and look down at the covers, and your silence says it all. For so long, you've wondered if she felt the same way as you. You have an answer now -- but it isn't the one you wanted. At least you //did// get to see her butt, though. [[View stats|STATS PAGE]](set:$sub=0)(set:$dom=0)(set:$turn=0) (set:$ending2=1){ }(set:$which_end="You and your best friend have a lot in common...and now, you both have red butts!")

(unless:$request_spanking_friend is "True")[(print:$friend_name) is looking at you strangely. She crosses and uncrosses her calves, her elbows locked and palms flat on the bedspread. You have the feeling that she's reconsidering you -- re-contextualizing you. "I-" you begin. You can't keep her eyes. You scratch the back of your head. "I was wondering if...you'd give me a spanking?" She's silent for a moment, considering. Then: "I've never given one before."(set:$sub=$sub+1) You grin sheepishly. "Well, my neither, so it's not like I'll know if you're doing a bad job."(set:$request_spanking_friend = "True") (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+1 SUBMISSIVE!**]] She laughs at this. Another moment of silence passes, and another long look. At last, she says: "Okay.(unless: $holding contains "brush")[ But you'll have to bring me the hairbrush. I left it in the master bedroom." ](else:)[Let me see that hairbrush." You extend the brush, and she takes it, looking it over, as though she were inspecting a tennis racket, about to practice a swing. Then she looks at you again: "Alright then. Over my lap, (print:$name)!" [[Get over her lap|SPANKED BY FRIEND (WILLING)]] ][[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND]]](else:)[(if:$holding contains "brush")[You hold out the hairbrush to her. She takes it, looking it over as though she were inspecting a tennis racket, about to practice a swing. Then she looks at you again: "Alright then. Over my lap, (print:$name)!" [[Get over her lap|SPANKED BY FRIEND (WILLING)]]](else:)[She shakes her head at your hopeful expression. "If you actually want to try this, you're gonna have to get me the hairbrush. It's in my mom's room still..." [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND]]]]

"Sure, (print:$name)," she says knowingly. "Suuuuure." "What?" you say defensively. "If I //was// into that, would it really be that weird?" She snickers. "Pft. Pretty weird, (print:$name)." (if:$holding contains "diary")[[[say "Well, that isn't what your diary said..."|ACCUSE]] ][[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND]]

After both of you have been soundly spanked, (print:$name)'s step-mom sends you into separate corners. You stand there with your nose at the meeting of the two bedroom walls, your hands on your head. Reflecting. "Both of you need to do some serious thinking. Hands on your heads, bottoms out. And if I catch you looking anywhere but that corner, so help me..." Despite this warning, you can't help yourself. You manage to sneak a glimpse of (print:$friend_name) while her step-mom isn't looking. Her lovely round backside is fully crimson, deeply sore, marked in places that will bruise. She arches her back, her perfect ass at just the right angle, her hands on her head, her shoulders shaking. The sight of her lifting one bare foot to rub the back of her calf, turning her just so you can see her freckled face, those magnificent eyes full of tears, cheeks slick and flushed, ears red...well, it almost makes the spanking worth it. Almost. Nearly two weeks pass before you or (print:$friend_name) can sit without wincing. Although you feel a small rush of excitement every time you watch her shift uncomfortably in the hard classroom chairs, the two of you unfortunately haven't talked about the incident at all. You can't help but feel that the whole day might have panned out differently, if you'd done things just a little differently. //Oh, well,// you think, adjusting the ice pack on your butt. //It really was a sight to behold//... [[Continue|TITLE (P2)]](set:$turn=0){ }(set:$ending4=1)

"In -" (print:$friend_name) blinks as the realization settles. You cover your mouth, but it's too late -- she's propped herself up on her arms now, leaving forward off the bedboard. "In my //what?//" "Um, I -" you stammer, racing to think of an explaination. (print:$friend_name) levels her glare, poised to stand. Her eyes narrow, and suddenly your throat feels dry. "I...um..." Finally, in a small voice, you say: "It was just //lying// there..." And, because you can't think of anything else to do, you take the small diary from your back pocket and proffer it to your friend. Faster than you can react, (print:$friend_name) launches herself across the room at you. You think she's going to make impact, and you close your eyes -- but instead, you feel her grab your wrists. "You //read// my fucking //diary?//"(set:$holding=$holding-(a:"diary")) "I...I didn't know it was a diary! I just picked it up!" She snatches the journal from your hand. "It says DO NOT READ on the cover, (print:$name)!" You wince -- you wish you'd remembered that. She puts her face close to yours and says through clenched teeth: "Did you find some embarrassing little details? Some fun secrets about me getting my ass spanked every day for a freaking //week//? Huh, (print:$name)? Well, I hope you did. Cuz now you're gonna //pay// for that! Get over here, perv!" She tosses her journal onto her bed and, with her free hand, pulls a chair out from her desk. You try to apologize, but before you can even say the words, she's dragged you over her lap, and your stomach drops as you realize what's about to happen. [[Continue|SPANKED BY ANGRY FRIEND]]

Her step-mother raises one eyebrow, but if she suspects you of lying, she doesn't let on. "Oh, I see," she says. "Well, (print:$friend_name) isn't going to be able to come out right now. The truth is, she's been...well, let's just say she needs to learn an important lesson before she goes out with her friends again."(set:$sub=$sub+1) (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+1 SUBMISSIVE!**]] She looks at you, standing there dumbly, then looks at the door.(set:$mission="failed") "Um," she says quietly, as though hoping you would arrive at her conclusion before she has to spell it out for you. You should leave now. [[Leave|HOME]]

(print:$friend_name)'s step-mom blinks in surprise, clearly taken aback by the honesty of your response. "...do you, now?" she says. You nod.(set:$sub=$sub+1) (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+1 SUBMISSIVE!**]] She places her hand on her hip and looks you over, scrutinizing you. She presses one finger against her cheek, as though considering something. After a long pause, she stands up straight and says, "Okay." Your mouth drops open. "O-okay?" She shrugs. "My parents spanked me in front of my friends more than a few times -- it does some good to have an audience sometimes. Come with me -- you'll be our guest of honor." She laughs wryly, a pleasant laugh, then (because you were hesitating) motions for you to follow. "Come on! Don't back out now!" And she turns to go to the master bedroom, where (print:$friend_name) is waiting. [[Continue|BE AN AUDIENCE]]

"Really?" She places her hand on her hip, and a wry smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. Her shoulder-length blonde hair is tied up in a messy bun, and now she gracefully tucks a loose strand behind her ear and adjusts her glasses. "Well, isn't that sweet of you? Come here, sit with me. You can have a cookie -- but only one! I need the rest for the PTA." You know that (print:$friend_name) has a step-sister in the 5th grade, which is why her step-mom is on the local parent-teachers association. The cookies must be for a bake sale. She pulls out a a chair and sits at the kitchen table, inviting you to join by putting the seat beside her. "What did you feel like talking about?" [[say, "On second thought, I'll go check on my friend..."|RUDE]] [[say, "Is it true about the spankings?"|DIRECT]] [[say "Just want to chat. What's the bake sale for?"|CHAT]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION W/STEP-MOM]]

She seems disappointed, and a maybe a little annoyed, by your sudden change of heart. "Oh. Alright, then," she says, pointedly standing a pushing in her chair. "She's in her bedroom, I think." [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION W/STEP-MOM]]

(print:$friend_name)'s step-mom blinks in surprise. "Uh- yes, I do spank (print:$friend_name) on occasion," she says with an implied //but I don't see how that's any of your business.// "Why do you ask?"(unless:$dom>4)[(set:$dom=$dom+1)] (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+1 DOMINANT!**]] [[say "No reason..."|AVOID]] [[ask "What did she do wrong?"|ASK ABOUT FRIEND]] [[say "Is it fun to give a spanking?"|ASK ABOUT STEP-MOM]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION W/STEP-MOM]]

...fully and completely broken by this spanking. At last, (print:$friend_name) lets you stand. She has some more fun sending you to the corner to wait with your bottom bared, hands on your head -- which, you have to admit, still sends a thrill down your thighs, even after the ordeal they've endured. When she lets you put your panties on, she watches you, grinning, her arms folded across her chest. "So," she says. "How'd you like it?" "I-" you begin, blushing darkly as you pull your underwear tenderly over your rear. "I...don't think I'll be asking for a spanking again." And you don't. After that day, you and (print:$friend_name) never talk about spankings ever again. It only took a few days for the marks to fade, but it was over week before either of you could sit properly, and even longer before you could look at a hairbrush without a shiver going down your spine. It was a day you'll remember for a long, long time. All the same, you can't help but think that things could have been different...if you'd made different choices along the way. [[View stats|STATS PAGE]](set:$sub=0)(set:$dom=0)(set:$turn=0) (set:$ending3=1){ }(set:$which_end="Go home and put some ice on your heinie, and then try maybe again.")

#GAME OVER (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom climbs off of your lap with markedly less grace than she slid on. As she walks, he pulls her long, swishing blonde hair into a high ponytail, and you watch as her dark red bottom ripples in response to her steps. She looks back at you and smiles shyly. "I always put my hair up after a good spanking," she says. "Guess it's just habit. Whenever my mom would spank me, it was before bed, and I always wear my hair up when I sleep." She finishes adjusting the hairband and stoops, a singular, gliding motion, to pull her underwear up from her ankles. Even with her panties on, you can still see the ember-glow of her heinie beneath the elastic of her legholes, her reddened bottom too large to be fully contained in fabric. She catches you staring and gives you a reproachful look before stepping into her jeans. Then she stoops to take them by the hem, deliberately bending over in a slow, provocative gesture, sticking out her plump bottom as though she were positioning herself for another spanking. Your jaw drops. //Is -- is this really happening?// "I - I - um..." "Call me Heidi," she says. You only blink in response. She laughs at your amazement, then sashays over to you and sits in your lap. You try to balance her large thighs on your thin legs, but soon she has completely enveloped you, and she pulls you to her breast. "You know," she says in a sultry voice, teasing your hair. "I think I really needed that." And with that, she lifts your chin with her finger and takes you in a long, wet, wonderful kiss. ==><== * <== So that's how it all began. Now, (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom -- or, as you call her now, "Heidi" -- comes to you regularly for spankings. She calls them "sessions." You have her cell phone number in your contacts now, and every so often you'll get a text: (color:green)[HER: are u free, (print:$name)? I need another session.] And you'll go over to (print:friend_name)'s house to find Heidi stripped down to a bathrobe with nothing underneath, waiting on all fours on her bed with the hem lifted to bare her lovely behind. You've spanked Heidi with hairbrushes, belts, a wooden spatula, and (of course) your hand -- always at her direction. Sometimes, in the time you spend comforting her while she holds her scarlet bottom and cries softly into her pillow, your closeness leads to a deep embrace, which leads to the best sex you've ever had. Heidi prefers to be on top, facing your feet, her recently-spanked butt cheeks slapping against you, dancing as she cums. In this time, however, you've gotten less close with (print:$friend_name), which you regret. You never tell her explicitly about your relationship with Heidi, though after so many evening visits you're sure she's well aware. Soon, the only reason you go to her house is to see her step-mom. Not a terrible trade off -- (print:$friend_name)'s young and slender thighs for her step-mothers maturity and thickness -- but still, you wonder if it all might have turned out differently if you'd chosen a different path... (set:$sub=0)(set:$dom=0)(set:$turn=0){ }(set:$ending6=1)

(print:$friend_name) takes her step-mother by both arms to pin her in place as you reach into her waistband and start pulling down her jeans. Her ample cheeks spill out like rising dough as both her jeans and panties drop off, and her eyes go wide with anger and panic. "What the //hell// do you think you're --" //SWAT!// The flat of your palm cracks against her bare buttock with the sound of a log cracking on the fire

Your eyes widen as her lips press yours, the saltiness of your tears blending with the vanilla-scent of her chapstick. //This -- this can't be happening...// The thoughts cross your mind like pulses underwater. Your bottom throbs, and your heart beats faster. You melt into the kiss until... It's over. She pulls away from you, looking embarrassed. "I...I didn't know I was gonna do that. I just...it just seemed..." You're too stunned to speek. You're honestly trying to remember if you closed your eyes for any of that. Your lips are still parted, but your throat can't seem to make a sound. (print:$friend_name) shakes her head. "Sorry. That...I'm sorry." She looks into your face earnestly. "That was really weird, and I...I wasn't thinking." Again, you find yourself motionless and blank-minded, white noise roaring across your frontal lobe, like warmth and soreness across your backside. "It's just been a...really weird day, I guess." //You can say that again.// Despite the pain in your bottom and the fluttering in your stomach, you aren't ready to go home yet. You still have (print:$friend_name)'s taste on your lips and the image of her pert red bottom imprinted on your mind's eye...not to mention the sting of her spanking on your own behind. You wonder if there's more to see... [[Talk to (print:$friend_name)|TALK TO FRIEND]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND]]

#GAME OVER By the end of the last butt-blistering round, your ears are ringing and your ass is emanating heat. When she lets you stand, you do so in a daze, feeling your backside tenderly with one hand, mouth open, as though you're surprised you aren't touching an open flame. (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom crosses her arms as you pull up your pants, still sniffling. "What do we say?" she says, in a tone normally reserved for small children. "I-I'm...sorry?" "And?" Her meaning strikes you all at once, with the force of one of her hardest swats. "A-and..." You bow your head, face flushing painfully. "Th-thank you. For my spanking." She nods in approval. "You're welcome." You could swear, in the split second where her gaze flicks down across your body, you see a mischevious glint in her eye. You turn to go, walking slowly. From the corner of your eye, you see (print:$friend_name). She's watching for the doorway to her room, wordless as you pass. There's an unreadable expression on her face. You can't tell if what it says more: //I know how you feel// or //I told you so//. But those "words" are the only exchange you have about the spanking. After you close the door behind you, you and (print:$friend_name) never say the word "spanking" again. You might say you learned a lesson. Still, you can't help but think, in your heart of hearts...things could have turned out differently... (set:$sub=0)(set:$dom=0)(set:$turn=0){ }(set:$ending5=1)

As you stand shakily, tears streaming down your cheeks, you put both hands on your backside tenderly, and the soft flesh of your bottom is warm beneath your fingers. You hiccup another sob and go to recollect your pants and underwear as (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom watches with a bemused look on her face. "You took that better than I expected," she says finally. She folds her arms over her supple breasts. You look at her, and in that moment as you're pulling up your underwear over your red-hot behind, you could swear she's at least double your height. But she's right. You did take the spanking well. And even though your rear end is thoroughly toasted, and you're feeling pretty contrite, you haven't lost your sense of curiousity about the entire situation. Perhaps its because some deep, dark part of you //wanted// her to spank you. Knew that you deserved it. "Th-thank you, ma'am," you say in a soft voice. (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom nods approvingly. "Anytime," she says. "You ought to teach (print:$friend_name) how to take a real spanking. You're a natural." She winks, and returns to her work, as though nothing was different. And yet, you //feel// different. It's not just the butt, either. The experience of being treated like that, humiliated -- you wonder how (print:$friend_name) reacted. But you no longer have to wonder how it feels!

"Go to your corners, both of you," (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom says firmly. In a daze, both you and (print:$friend_name) walk, still half-naked, to opposite sides of the room. The cold air on your behind makes your face redden -- you feel like you're on display, standing with your nose towards the wall. Looking over at (print:$friend_name), you see the same is true to for her. The spanking takes a lot out of you. You feel exhausted, and your face is flushed. But when you glance over at (print:$friend_name) -- see her hot bare ass on display, her tear-stained face so pretty with strands of loose hair dangling over her eyes -- you know this is a small price to pay. You were just spanked -- //hard//, too -- but so was (print:$friend_name). Right beside you. You got to hear the swats land, see her already pink bottom, blush a dark and lovely red. You got to hear her cries, see her squirming embarrassment. And it was //glorious//.(set:$spanked_by_stepmom=1) There must be more. You're addicted to the feeling now, this strange and voyeuristic insight you have slowly taking over. Sure, you won't be sitting comfortably anytime soon. But maybe -- just maybe -- (print:$friend_name) will get a third spanking today. And that's enough to drive you to keep going. When you and (print:$friend_name) are allowed to leave the corner, (print:$friend_name) hurries out with her eyes downcast. You hear the door to her room slam, and her step-mom shakes her head slowly. "I need to finish cleaning the kitchen," she says. And with that, she turns to leave you alone in the master bedroom to regroup.

"Oh, it's for the PTA," she says pleasantly. Most parents of college freshmen wouldn't willingly still be involved in the PTA after their 18-year-olds had graduated -- much less bring cookies. //Guess (print:$friend_name)'s step-mother is an exception...// "I'm actually going there later tonight, so the cookies will still be warm." She smiles. That's not all that still going to be warm, you think to yourself. [[say, "Is it true about the spankings?"|DIRECT]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION W/STEP-MOM]]

(print:$friend_name)'s step-mom nods skeptically before bringing her coffee to her lips again. "Mm," she says. There's a moment of awkward silence. [Take a cookie]<take|(click-replace:?take)[(set:$take="cookie"){ }(display:"PICK UP ITEM")] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION W/STEP-MOM]]

(print:$friend_name)'s step-mom smirks. "Sometimes," she admits. "Depending on who you're giving it to." "Is (print:$friend_name) fun to spank?" She laughs and takes a bite of a chocolate chip cookie. "Oh, yes, definitely," she says. [[say "But isn't she too old to be spanked?"|ASK ABOUT FRIEND 2]] [[say "Do you ever need to be spanked?"|ASK ABOUT STEP-MOM 2]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION WITH FRIEND]]

(print:$friend_name)'s step-mom sighs deeply. "Oh, just the usual nonsense. Not paying attention in her classes. When I was a girl, if I ever failed a class my father was paying so much for, her would..." She pauses, then shakes her head as though clearing it. "That's another story. Anyway, we have a deal, your friend and I. She'll be holding up her end of the deal today." [[say "But isn't she too old to be spanked?"|ASK ABOUT FRIEND 2]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION W/STEP-MOM]]

Your friend's step-mom scoffs. "Absolutely not. That's like saying you're too old for going out to dinner, or too old to take care of a pet. You don't outgrow spanking -- you just need it in a different way." Do you agree? [[Yes]<yes| [No]<no|]<action|{ }(click:?yes)[(replace:?action)[You have to admit -- she has a point. //Or maybe I'm just hoping she'll show me one herself...//(set:$sub=$sub+1) (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+1 SUBMISSIVE!**]]]]{ }(click:?no)[(replace:?action)[//This lady is insane...// you think to yourself. //But if it means (print:$friend_name) gets spanked...//]] [[say "Do //you// ever need to be spanked?"|ASK ABOUT STEP-MOM 2]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION W/STEP-MOM]]

(if:$asked_if_she_needs_spanking is 0)[She laughs. "Now //that// is none of your business," she says, and turns back to her work of sorting the cookies on the various trays.(unless:$dom>4)[(set:$dom=$dom+1)](set:$asked_if_she_needs_spanking=1) (transition:"dissolve")[(color:yellow)[**+1 DOMINANT!**]] [[say "I'm just curious because I've never seen one."|CURIOUSITY (STEP-MOM)]] [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION W/STEP-MOM]]](else:)["You already asked that," she says with a twitch of annoyance. She turns her back to you, pretending to be suddenly concerned with the dishes. [[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION W/STEP-MOM]]]

(unless:$told_stepmom_interest is 1)[(print:$friend_name)'s step-mom leans her elbow on the count and places her other hand on her lip, looking at you incredulously. "Is that true?" You nod. "Never?" she says again, raising her eyebrows. When your answer doesn't change, she looks away shaking her head. "You kids really are just too lucky, you know that? So your parents never spanked you for //anything?//" "No," you say.(set:$told_stepmom_interest=1) [[say "Do you ever need to be spanked?"|ASK ABOUT STEP-MOM 2]] ](else:)["Hm," she replies, her lips pursed. There's something on her mind -- you can tell by the way she arches her eyebrows -- but she doesn't say anything else. ][[Leave|BREAK CONVERSATION W/STEP-MOM]]

From the other side of the door, you listen to the heavy //THWACKS!// and cries of (print:$friend_name)'s spanking, wincing at times when you hear a particularly loud and resonant swat, imagining the bounce of her backside with mingled satisfaction and guilt. //FWACK!// "Gaaah! P-please, no more!" //FWACK!// "AAAiiieee! I'm ssoooorreheheheheyy!" //THWACK! FWACK! THWACK!// At last (perhaps earlier than it would have because (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom knows she has an audience just outside) the spanking comes to a close. You hear some murmered words of apology, some soft, stern reminders. Your ears prick up to hear (print:$friend_name) repeating, louder: "Th-thank you for my spanking." But you're able to hide your interest when the door opens, and (print:$friend_name) files out with tears in her eyes. Her step-mom gives you one final judging look before saying, "Remember what we talked about, alright?" "Yes, I will," (print:$friend_name) whispers, nervously tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.. Her step-mom nods and closes the door. (print:$friend_name) turn to you, wraps her arms around your neck, and kisses the side of your face. (print:$friend_name) still has to lie down for quite some time before she can go anywhere, but she takes your hand and guides you to her room with her. You see at the foot of her bed as she takes off her pants, exposing her cherry-red behind to the cool air and sighing in relief. She doesn't mind that you're there -- in fact, she glances down at you and smiles. "Thanks for standing up for me back there," she says. "It didn't stop you from getting..." "Yeah, I know." She turns to rest on her shoulder, then scooches until her breasts are against your leg, her bright red backside just behind your back. "Still." She smiles again, and as you brush a strand of hair from her bleary eye, she takes your hand and guides it to her warm rear. A rush of excitement floods the lower half of your body, and you both laugh. Pretty soon, you are kissing passionately on her bed, (print:$friend_name) straddling your belly and making conscious effort not to touch her sore bottom to the rough surface of your jeans. You and (print:$friend_name) start dating soon after that, and life is so, so good. You watch your favorite movies together, just like old times, but now instead of making jokes during the slow scenes, you're making out. (print:$friend_name) never asks why you were in the house that day she was being spanked, and you never press the issue -- in fact, the topic of spanking never comes up again between you, except when (print:$friend_name) off-handedly mentions that she's has to cancel a date because she's due for another "talk" with her step-mom. You, of course, never betray your interest in the subject...but you wonder about it a lot, and often wish that you could. You still find your insides squirming with curiousity when you get a text from her that says: (color:green)[(print:$friend_name): Can't come out tonight. Need to ice my tushy. Tomorrow?] Sometimes, you wish //you// could be the one giving her a sore tushy. But the whole foundation moment of your relationship is built on you //defending// her from being spanked, so you feel like asking is out of the question. Even during your more experimental intimate moments, you never give her butt more than a single, playful slap. It's a small price to pay for true love. [[Continue|TITLE (P2)]](set:$turn=0){ }(set:$ending5=1)

(unless:$soreness is 0)[(if:$comparison is "on")[You and your best friend go into the bathroom, giggling and shushing each other. She pulls her pants and underwear down off her perfect bottom, and you follow suit. You stand side by side, looking over your shoulders at your reflections. Both of your bottoms are well-warmed and rosy. Your faces shine with dried tears. For a moment, you each admire the view. Then, in the mirror, you meet each other's eyes. (print:$friend_name) snorts a laugh. "What?" you say. "I was just thinking," she says coyly, wriggling her spanked tushy back into her snug panties, then buttoning her jeans. "It's a good color on you." She gives you a winning grin. Then, she saunters out of the bathroom and back to her room, leaving you alone.(set:$comparison=0)](else:)[You turn to take a quick peek at your backside in the mirror. Your bottom is (print:$bottom).]](else:)[You look fine -- not at all like someone who is trying to spy on their best friend being spanked.] [[Leave|RESTROOM]]

(if:$diary is 0)[//November 20th, 2019 I met with Ian at lunch today. He's a Junior and he's cute, but soooooo dumb. He told me about his plans to study abroad. I would too, but my GPA sucks right now. I'm failing 3 classes. :( Daddy was going to send money, but SHE said I had to pull up my grades first. Fuck it, Ian will buy me dinners. Who needs dad's money, anyway? Still, I'll play it up over Thanksgiving break. -(print:$friend_name)// [[Turn the page|READ FRIEND'S DIARY]](set:$diary=1)]{ }(else-if:$diary is 1)[//November 25th, 2019 What. Just. Happened. So my freaking STEP-MOM just took me aside from watching Monday night football with my cousins for a "chat," and she says that my attitude needs "adjusting." Like, what the fuck? She said that if I didn't get my grades up I'd have to "deal with the consequences." I thought she was kidding and I started laughing. She got all serious, and I told her my dad didn't care about my grades so she should just mind her business. Then she SPANKED me. Legit. She pulled me over her knee and spanked my ass. SO HARD. I was SCREAMING for her to stop by the end of it -- there's no way the rest of the house didn't hear. Did anyone else know this psycho was gonna spank me??!?! It hurt like hell. But the worst part was how embarrassing it was. By the end, I swear you could make pancakes on my butt. I was crying like crazy but she didn't even seem to care -- she just said it was "Good" that it hurt. Good?!?! This bitch is out of her mind. I didn't want to go back downstairs because my cousins would see I was sitting weird, but first thing tomorrow I'm gonna tell my dad. SHE has got to GO. -(print:$friend_name)// [[Turn the page|READ FRIEND'S DIARY]](set:$diary=2)]{ }(else-if:$diary is 2)[//November 26th, 2019 Turns out EVERYONE has gone crazy. Awesome. I told my dad about the "chat" and he said he knew she was gonna do that. He said she comes from a different town with different "expectations." I said her expectations were bullshit. But he just looked at me all sad and was like, "I don't know what else to do. You don't listen to me, so I'm going to let her try her way." HER WAY?!?!?! Her way has me baring my ass like I'm freaking 5, then sleeping on my stomach. But he doesn't seem to care about that. He even said it was "good" that I didn't like it, because then maybe I'd think about my actions and my future or whatever. But I'm not going to take this sitting down. I'm supposed to talk to HER again tomorrow. I can't wait to tell her off. -(print:$friend_name)// [[Turn the page|READ FRIEND'S DIARY]](set:$diary=3)]{ }(else-if:$diary is 3)[//November 27th, 2019 I was right about one thing: I won't be sitting down. :( My step-mom and I had another chat. She didn't spank me, but she told me that I'd be getting "maintenance spankings" every night for the rest of the Thanksgiving break, that way I don't "forget" the lessons I've learned before I get to school. And I'm like, What the hell is a maintenance spanking?!?! Well, I found out. That night, she came into my bedroom with this wooden spatula thing from the kitchen. She said she needs to use it because she didn't pack her hairbrush (?!?). It's got a really long handle and a flat head, about as wide as four fingers. Hope no one uses it to make Thanksgiving meal tomorrow because she absolutely BEAT my BARE ASS with that thing. By the end, I was crying my eyes out. She made me stand in the corner and said I couldn't rub (even though my butt cheeks STUNG like CRAZY) for ten minutes. The whole time, she sat there and read a book. So now I'm sitting on a bag of frozen peas, trying not to get tears on my freaking diary. So stupid. (print:$name) texted me before, but I'm too upset to text back. And humiliated. I don't know WHAT I'm going to do. -(print:$friend_name)// [[Turn the page|READ FRIEND'S DIARY]](set:$diary=4)]{ }(else-if:$diary is 4)[//November 28th, 2019 Apparently, the frozen peas were meant for Thanksgiving dinner. Whoops. So I got ANOTHER spanking and had to eat in my room. At about 8:30, SHE came in and made me bend over a chair for "maintenance." I was in tears after the first few swats. I couldn't see, but I'm pretty sure my cousins were watching from the doorway. Happy Thanksgiving to me. Can I tell you what I'm NOT grateful for? >:( -(print:$friend_name)// [[Turn the page|READ FRIEND'S DIARY]](set:$diary=5)]{ }(else-if:$diary is 5)[//November 31st, 2019 It's been a while since I had time to update my diary. Not much has changed. Yeah, I'm still getting a "maintance spanking" every night. I'll have another one in a couple of hours. At least it's my last one. My butt has never felt such pain. Forget sleeping on my stomach: I don't even wear pajama bottoms to sleep any more. My tushy is just too tender. At the same time though (this is the really weird part) I sort of feel...better? Like, after I've been in the corner for a while, trying not to rub my burning ass and sobbing...it's over, and I feel...relieved? Refreshed? I don't know how to describe it.It's not that I like the spankings, but...I kind of...do? It still hurts -- oh, for SURE it still hurts. But the pain of a spanking is different from regular pain, you know? And the way SHE talks to me during it, she makes me feel like...comforted? Maybe getting treated like a kid makes me feel like I'm being taken care of... Ugggggghhhh. This is all so crazy. I'm going crazy. Tomorrow I'm going to go back to school and I'll have to work my butt off (no pun intended) to pass my finals. Otherwise, there's more of this in my future. Going out to a movie with (print:$name) now. I haven't said anything about the spankings. No one can never know about ANY of this. But at this rate, I'm not sure how I'll hide them... -(print:$friend_name)// The entries end here. All of the rest of the pages are blank. But of course, you have to wonder: what will she write in about today? ] [[Close diary|BEDROOM]]

//PHWAP!// The sound of her palm against your backside is thick, muffled (thankfully) by your jeans. Still, the sting that reaches your brain a moment later, and the embarrassment that rises like a suddenly changing wind, are enough to make your jaw drop. "(print:$friend_name), I -" //PHWAP!// "Save your breath, (print:$name)," she says as you wince. She's hit the same spot again, harder this time, and the twinge causes your leg to kick up at the knee. She rubs your heinie in a circular pattern, and you glance back over your shoulder to see she's grinning. Her cheeks still shimmer with tears from her own spanking, which makes this sidelong glance she gives you seem even more desperate and manic. "You're not getting out of this. //I// didn't, and now it's your turn." //PHWAP! PHWAP! PHWAP!// You grunt and strain. The stinging floods your senses, and your breathing becomes short as blows rain down, alternating between cheeks. At least, you think, You and (print:$friend_name) are silent as you leave the kitchen, but the second you are out of her step-mother's sight, you begin to hiss at each other frantically. "Great, //now// look what you've done!" "Me? This is //my// fault?" "What a stupid idea! Now I'm getting it //again//!" "You didn't think it was stupid a minute ago!" (print:$friend_name)'s eyes are furious as she fixes her gaze on you, raising her finger to your face -- but she never gets to say what she wanted to say, because a calm voice from the kitchen interrupts her. "Oh, and (print:$friend_name), remember what I said before about spankings. //Always// on the bare." Her eyes widen in fear, then turn to you in anger. "Another barebottom spanking -- I cannot //believe// this!" "She wants us to strip down?" "What do //you// think?" "I think there is //no way//!" you say, crossing your arms. "She isn't //my// step-mom. This isn't even my house -- I can just go home!" "Oho you'd //better// not! (print:$name), you got me into this mess, and if I'm getting spanked, so are you!" You're about to reply, when the calm voice interrupts again -- this time with an edge to it. "I don't hear any undressing. Do I have to come over there?" There's a sound of chair legs scuffing the linoleum as (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom stands slowly. Both of you drop your arms. Your eyes meet. Not a word is exchanged, but an entire conversation takes place that one silent look, in a moment that seems frozen in time. (print:$friend_name) moves first, and it's to unbutton her pants. Without so much as a sigh, you join her. A frenzy of undressing follows, and you both hop towards the living room still disrobing, leaving your belts, pants, socks, and shoes in your wake. Only when you reach the couch do you both slow down again. As if in a dream, both of you lower your underwear to the floor, step out of the legholes, and bend over the back of the couch. You feel (print:$friend_name)'s elbow brush your arm and feel the usual rush of excitement whenever some incidental contact occurs between the two of you, like your hands brushing in an exchange or (print:$friend_name) gently hitting your shoulder after an off color joke. Only now, you suddenly realize, you are closer to intimacy with (print:$friend_name) than you've ever been before

This continues for just a few more strokes before her step-mom announces that the punishment is over. She takes the brush from you and smiles. "(print:$name), why don't you run along home. (print:$friend_name) and I need to have a chat." As the door closes behind you, you glance back over your shoulder just in time to see (print:$friend_name) standing with a wince, reaching back to her apple-red bottom just as her step-mom sternly warns her not to rub. She looks at you with her face still shiny with tears. You can't exactly read her expression past the several layers of pain and humiliation, but still, you know what she's thinking. You sided with her step-mom. You betrayed her. She wants you to //pay// for it. But, unfortunately for her, you aren't the one with the step-mom who spanks. So you laugh softly to yourself all the way home, walking with your hands jammed in your pockets and your head in the clouds, trying to seal the many pleasant images of the afternoon into your memory. Will she be mad? Oh, //hell// yes. But she'll get over it eventually. After all, what else were you supposed to do in that scenario? You'll just have to avoid her for a while, let things cool down, so to speek. Even still, you can't help but think to yourself that, maybe, if you had made some other choice, the day would have turned out differently... [[View stats|STATS PAGE]](set:$sub=0)(set:$dom=0)(set:$turn=0){ }(set:$ending6=1){ }(set:$which_end="You spanked your best friend! She's gonna be mad (and sore) for a while now...")

Hey Zapp, I forgot to message you before: I'm actually finishing a couple of commissions for January right now, but this week I will officially be ready to start writing the extension of "My Best Friend's Spanking." I'm thinking $120 to do a follow-up with a bunch of different possible paths! I'll list the paths I'm thinking of below -- they are mostly based on your ideas. If you'd prefer to be surprised as you play, skip over this next part. Otherwise, let me know what you think! ****SPOILERS**** The day after your best friend's spanking, you go to her house to do some homework together (and to see how much you can learn about the punishment). You can use her computer. If you choose to use it for porn, you have a choice later to let her get spanked for it or to take the blame. If you choose to use it for homework, you discover that SHE has been looking at porn -- specifically where people get spanked! When you call her out, she admits she sometimes feels aroused when she's getting spanked by her step-mom. This starts a conversation with her where you can either: -say you'd like to be spanked -say you'd like to spank her -say you think getting spanked together would be hot If you say the 1st or second, it leads to some options that may result in a spanking scene. If you say the third, it leads straight to making out, which the step-mom walks in on. Possible endings: -spanked together by step-mom -friend spanked in front of you for porn -you take the blame, and your best friend admits to having feelings for you, which you can respond to in a few different ways :) *****SPOILERS OVER ***** Does that sound fair? $150 would be about 8000 words, which is enough to get in SEVERAL great spanking scenes and options. This one can also have more sexual content if you are interested. For a story like this, I'd need about 3-4 weeks to complete it. If you'd prefer to start smaller, we certainly can. Let me know what you think of that, and we'll be in touch soon.

(if:$intro is 0)[The early summer sunlight is warm at the back of your neck as cross the street on your way to (print:$friend_name)'s house. It's the first summer vacation you've had in college, and it feels strange to be out and about without a bookbag. The last semester felt //long//, and you're happy to have come out with a 3.1 GPA. Your school year ends early -- not as early as (print:$friend_name)'s, who got home in early May, but still: earlier than you're used to! The weather is still too cool for the public pool, and the rhody at the corner of your block has only barely started to break out in little pink butts -- //Buds! I meant buds!// You shake your head violently to clear it, then sigh. This has been happening for a while now -- ever since Winter Break, when you learned that (print:$friend_name) gets...//still gets//... ...you can //still// hardly even believe it. If you hadn't heard her talking about it herself, you probably //wouldn't// believe it. It sounds like the sort of thing someone might make up as a goofy rumor, the harmless kind no one would think was actually true. It's a secret, of course. Of all her friends, only //you// know. You can only //imagine// what all of (print:$friend_name)'s new college friends would think if they knew. When she isn't discussing which major she'll pick or which study abroad program seems like the most fun, when she isn't grinning at you over a red solo cup or dancing in the yard of a fraternity party... (print:$friend_name) //still gets spanked!//(set:$intro=1) [[Continue|INTRO (P2)]](set:$ending=(a:))](if:$intro is 1)[You always knew (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom was pretty strict. Ever since her dad re-married, she had a curfew for the first time since you were both pre-teens, and you even felt her stern glare a few times yourself when you inadvertently violated the new No-Shoes-in-the-House policy. But this was on a //whole// different level. Now you're coming to (print:$friend_name)'s front door, and you're trying to push all of those thoughts out of your head. It's easier said than done, though -- the last time you were together was the first time you learned about...//that//. You're Facetimed a couple times since then, but it always felt awkward -- like you were both trying to dance around it. You don't want to bring it up, because (print:$friend_name) is your //best friend//, and she's obviously embarrassed about it...//I mean, who wouldn't be?// you think, shrugging to yourself. Still. You can't help imagining your pretty friend over her step-mother's knee: pale legs kicking, bottom hot and -- You shake your head again. //Gotta focus. I'm just here to hang out with my best friend -- **not** to picture her half-naked...// A good start. As you come up to the walkway, you hear (print:$friend_name)'s cocker spaniel puppy barking frantically, and you know she knows your here since you texted her earlier. Still, to be polite, you reach out to press the sorebell -- //**Door**bell! Doorbell! I meant **door**bell! Gah!// This may be harder than you thought... [[Continue|TITLE (P2)]]]

==><== ##PART 2: ACTION & AFTERMATH <== (transition:"dissolve")[//After that first day hearing about your best friend's spanking, things returned (more or less) to normal...but you were **still** curious...//] [[BEGIN|6]](set:$spankings=(a:))

You're surprised when, before you even ring the buzzer, the door swings open and your friend's step-mom is standing in the doorframe, wearing a tight-fitted tee-shirt and red oven mitts. "Come on in, (print:$name)," she says, tilting her head in the familiar direction of (print:$friend_name)'s hallway. "(print:$friend_name) is taking Peanut in the backyard, but she'll be in her room soon." "Peanut?" you say as you step inside. (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom laughs. "That's what we decided to name the dog -- isn't it //cute?//" You nod, giving what you hope is a friendly smile. It's hard for you to keep cool, since the last time you saw this woman, she was getting ready to take your best friend over her lap with a hairbrush. You swallow hard. "I'm just in the kitchen baking, so I won't bother you," she says. "I know you've got a bunch of catching up to do." You nod again. (print:$friend_name)'s mom is //young// -- barely ten years older than the two of you -- and, well, she looks good in a low-cut tee-shirt. //To say the least.// As she guides you inside, it's by sheer force of will that you don't glance down to see how snugly her jeans fit. "It may be a little while," (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom says apologetically. "We're trying to get Peanut to go in the yard, and the dog groomer says you just have to be patient and wait until she goes. You're welcome to join me in the kitchen while you wait!" "No, it's alright," you reply, perhaps a bit too quickly. "I'm fine here." You give a tight smile and don't quite meet her bright blue eyes. You're still struggling not to picture her pulling down your best friend's jeans, exposing her -- But if (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom sees anything amiss, she doesn't show it. She just nods and closes the door behind her, calling out something to your friend through the window to the back yard. You find yourself alone in (print:$friend_name)'s room, and so you take a seat in the wheelie chair at your friend's desk and glance around. The room is tidy -- since (print:$friend_name) hasn't had much time to make a mess yet. It's mostly decked out with the same sort of things she liked in high school: posters for her favorite movies on the wall, big plushies on the bed, that sort of thing. The corkboard above the desk is the only thing that's really changed, since she took it to college with her and added photos of her posing with new friends, ticket stubs from concerts and musicals she's gone to, and her favorite picture of the two of you -- the largest on the board -- to the top left corner. Her laptop is open on the desk with the most recent browser tabs minimized in the corner. It's a Wiki page for an RPG she's been playing lately. The cursor is blinking in the search bar. Her desktop background is of a sunset, and its cluttered with folders and files. As the minutes tick by, you start to feel bored. You tap your fingers and the desk, looking around the room until you've taken in every newdetail of note, and many that //aren't// of note at all. You have the sudden urge to //do// something...so you look to the open laptop screen. [[Look through (print:$friend_name)'s photo library|6b]] [[Search the internet for //step-mom// porn|6a]]

You open a new tab on (print:$friend_name)'s browser and start typing. You aren't proud of yourself...but dammit, you've been pushed to the edge! All of these thoughts of your best friend with her pants down were enough to get you feeling horny on their own...and then her step-mom had to answer the door in that tight-fitting shirt that squeezed her sun-tanned breasts together just so -- So you search: //hot step-mom big tits// And before the sane part of your brain can object, you hit the enter key. Images start to fill the screen, and your eye is immediately drawn to a huge-chested woman with silver-blonde hair and black-rimmed glasses that are almost definitely not prescription. She's holding her naked breasts together, her thumbs poised just over her nipples, and biting her lower lip at you in that //Come-on-and-fuck-me// way that pornstars do. And she doesn't //look// like (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom -- for one thing, her step-mom's hair is a completely different type of blonde, more golden than platinum -- there's something in her big, bright blue eyes that's just close enough to... You bite your bottom lip and look behind you at the door. Then -- typing quickly, as though hoping you don't notice yourself doing it, you search: //hot step-mom spanking//. The search bar load seems to take forever, even though it's only a second. As the pictures start to fill the screen, you get this indescribable feeling...as though you were expecting one of them to be of (print:$friend_name)... "Hey, (print:$name), sorry about that...Peanut was taking //forever//..." Your friend is coming around the corner to the threshhold, holding one soda for you and one for her. You slap the computer closed and wheel around as your friend comes in the room. "No problem," you say quickly. You assume what you hope is an inconspicuous stance. (print:$friend_name) gives you a raised eyebrow -- but the excitement you both feel upon seeing each other in person again after almost a full semester apart overcomes any sense of suspicion, and she winds up grinning from ear to ear and stretching her arms out. "It's been //so long!//" "I //know//," you say, grinning back. You and (print:$friend_name) hug, and just like that, it's like old times again.(set:$porn=1) [[Continue|TALK/CATCH UP]]

You look again at the photo of you and (print:$friend_name) looking down at you from the corkboard. It's of the two of you in Senior year of high school at the last homecoming game before graduating. You're both wearing your school colors, and (print:$friend_name) has a streak of face paint under each eye -- and one cute smudge on her nose, which you remember making with your thumb because she wouldn't stop asking if you were ready yet. Looking at the picture gives you a warm, happy feeling. You feel good that (print:$friend_name) decided to keep it, and in such a prominent place. You never really save pictures yourself -- that was always (print:$friend_name)'s thing. //I wonder if she's got other pictures of us saved...// You click on a folder marked "pictures" on her messy desktop, and another window full of folders opens up. You scroll through, reading the titles and wondering how the hell (print:$friend_name) manages to keep all of those pics, much less //take// them all. You click on one of them and find it's full of college pictures: (print:$friend_name) posing with friends in someone's dorm kitchen, then together at the cafeteria, then a candid shot of her laughing from a seat ahead on a bus somewhere. You close out -- you're hoping to find more pics of you and (print:$friend_name) together, so you scroll down, thinking the older pictures might be at the bottom. Every folder has names like "SOooooOO MANY PICTURES" or "friiiiiiends," so you pretty much just have to guess. Finally, you see a folder marked "(color:blue)[misc]" that's just conspicuous enough to merit clicking on. All of the file names are just random strings of numbers and letters, which would make sense if you were transferring them to your computer from an old phone. You notice that some of the files are videos, and your mind goes to some of those goofy recordings you would make of each other all those years ago in the car or on the bus. You start to click around... ...and... //OH. MY. GOD.// As the pictures load, you audibly gasp. Whatever you'd been expecting, it was //not// that. You look to the door and thank //god// no one came in at that moment. You look back at the pictures, covering your mouth. //They're **videos**//. //All **porn videos**!// And not just any porn, either. No -- as you're rapidly clicking through, you start to see the pattern. In the video you opened (thankfully, the sound is off), a young woman is standing with her hands folded, looking nervous. She's talking to an older woman, who sits down and points at her lap. The younger woman sighs, does an exagerated pout and eyeroll, then pulls down her pants and climbs over the other woman's knee. The photos all have the same theme: young women with their panties around their knees, looking contritely at the camera over their shoulders, their big naked bottoms red from... //It's...it's **spanking porn**!// You hear footsteps in the hall. "Hey, (print:$name), sorry about that...Peanut was taking her //sweet time//..." Frantically, you try to close all of the files, but you opened too many. Instead, you wind up just slamming the laptop shut as your friend comes in. She comes quickly around the corner and talks to you from the doorway, holding one soda for you and one for her. "No problem," you say quickly. You assume what you hope is an inconspicuous stance.(set:$best_path=1) (print:$friend_name) gives you a raised eyebrow -- but the excitement you both feel upon seeing each other in person again after almost a full semester apart overcomes any sense of suspicion, and she winds up grinning from ear to ear and stretching her arms out. "It's been //so long!//" "I //know//," you say, grinning back. You and (print:$friend_name) hug, and just like that, it's like old times again.(set:$porn=1) [[Continue|TALK/CATCH UP]]

"Now it's //your// turn," (print:$friend_name) says as she pulls you over her lap. "Let's see how //you// like it!" It's hard to describe the helplessness you feel being over (print:$friend_name)'s lap. You try to look at her over your shoulder, but your position forces you to look forward so she's talking to the back of your head. "Is...is this gonna really hurt?" you ask, clenching your buttocks together. "//Oh// yeah," (print:$friend_name) replies. "And I am gonna //love it!//" //WHAP!// The first //pop// of her hand against your backside is like being woken up with an airhorn. Your eyes go wide and your hands tighten into fists! Being smacked in such a tender place...by your best friend...by your //crush//...it makes your face redden immediately, and the tops of your ears feel hot. But you aren't sure yet how to feel... She doesn't give you much time to think about it. The second //swat// lands in the same place as the first, and the sting surges even more. She continues to spank you, moving her hand so that you can never quite tell where she's going to land next. You wiggle and squirm until she places her forearm firmly against the small of your back, holding you in place. "//Bad// (print:$gender)," she teases. "If you keep squirming like that, I'm going to get the hairbrush!" You bite your lip to keep from crying out: "//Nngh!// " This goes on for some time, until you're wondering how her hand isn't getting tired...although you //should// be thinking more about your bottom, which at this point is definitely bright pink beneath your jeans. The spanks slow to a halt, and you get ready to get up, feeling lightheaded from the rush and the embarassment... ...and then you feel her fingers in your waistband. "It's not a spanking unless it's on the bare," you hear (print:$friend_name) say. "Let's get these out of the way and //really// get down to it..." Her tongue sticking out of her mouth in concentration, she tugs your jeans and underwear down to your knees. You struggle, but your wriggling only seems to make it easier. Your cheeks flush dark red, and your cover your face with your hands. "Oh, look!" she says. "Pink already -- nice!" She squeezes one butt cheek, and you make an involuntary //squeak// noise. (if:$spankings contains "spanked friend")["Payback time," she says, grinning.] **//SMACK!//** Being spanked on your bare butt isn't just more humiliating -- it's //far// more painful. You can feel your bottom being //flattened//, then springing back for more. It makes a sound like smacking a roll of raw dough. And it //stings// -- //Ohmigod is STINGS!// **//SMACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!//** "Hnnaaha! //Ow!//" You cry out, pounding your foot on the bespread with a //thump//. "OW!" "//That's// more like it," (print:$friend_name) says, grinning. "You know something, (print:$name)? You have a pretty cute bottom." **//WHACK!//** "Very spankable." "Nggha!" you exclaim. Then, breathing hard. "Thanks a //lot//." "Don't mention it," she replies with a smirk. "Now -- where were we?" For the next few minutes, (print:$friend_name) spanks your bare bottom from pink to //dark// red. She laughs when you cry out in pain, and when you grip the covers tightly, she teases you: "Better hold on tight!" You take spank after spank, your bottom clenching and jiggling -- you never seem to brace at the right moment, and soon your butt cheeks are the color of cocktail cherries. You're panting and gasping, sometimes scissoring your feet, and exclaiming, "//GAAH! OW! I-IT HURTS!//" ...but all the while... ...a part of you... (css: "font-size: 70%")[...a //small// part of you...but a part of you nonetheless...] ...is.... "Having fun?" (print:$friend_name) says as she gives your bottom another hard //smack//. "It hurts at first, I know...//trust me//. But once you hit a certain point...well..." **//SMACK! WHACK! WHAP//** "Ggaahaahaaaoww!" "...I'm sure //you// know what I mean." You bury your hot, red face into the bedsheets, taking the next spanks with your mouth shut tight...wishing she wasn't right. But, of course, she is. When it's finally over, your bottom is a fantastic shade of scarlet, and swollen enough that you can hardly pull up your underwear and jeans. You manage to get redressed, huffing and puffing, and then rub your sore behind. "Owwwww..." you say, pouting. You sit up on the bed and wince. "Sooooore..."(set:$spankings=$spankings+(a:"spanked by friend")) "Pretty fun, right?" your best friend says. (if:$best_path is 1 and $spankings contains "spanked friend")[When you look at her resentfully, she just laughs. "You make a pretty good brat. I bet my step-mom would like to spank you, too!" "I can barely sit down," you say, shifting from one cheek to the other. "Your step-mom is totally gonna know, if she didn't just hear...what happened there. What do we do //now//?" She scoots closer to you, then brings her face close to yours. Her nose is just an inch away from the end of yours. When she speeks, it's barely a whisper -- but you hear it as though it were coming from your own brain. "I have an idea," she says. And then she leans forward to kiss you. [[Continue|LOVE ROUTE 3]]]{ }(else-if:$best_path is 1)[ [[[Continue|LOVE ROUTE 3]] [Spank her]<ask|]<choice|(click:?ask)[(replace:?choice)["I don't know," you say slowly. "I think it might be //more// fun on the other end..." (print:$friend_name)'s eyes go wide as the realization of what you mean dawns on her. She cries out and squeals as you grab her by the wrist and drag her over your lap. "No, (print:$name), //wait!// Aaaiee!" Despite her protesting, she doesn't struggle against you as you take her on your knees. You grin. "Nope -- fair is fair, (print:$friend_name)," you say simply. "You got to spank me -- and now it's //my// turn!" [[Spank her|SPANK FRIEND]]]]](else:)[[[Continue|LOVE ROUTE 3]]](set:$spanked_by_friend=$spanked_by_friend+1)

(unless:$spanked_by_friend is 1)["...You're sure?" you say. Your best friend doesn't answer. Instead, she guides you up onto the bed and then lies down across your lap. ](else:)[(print:$friend_name) squeals, then giggles as you pull her across your knees. ]She looks back at you over her shoulder, grinning. "Go ahead!" She wiggles her hips, which are looking shapely and appealing in tight-fitting jeans. Then, with a laugh, she faces forward. "Let's see what you've got." "Oh?" you say. "Is that a challenge?" She glances back at you again, a mischevious glint in her eye...but she says nothing. She only smirks, then looks forward and raises her shoulders. You look down at the round bottom on your lap, hardly able to believe your luck. (print:$friend_name)'s jeans are snug enough that she could hardly fit a pen in her back pocket. You bite your lip. "C'mon, (print:$name)," she says. "//I'm waitinnnng!// She flicks her hair behind her shoulder and thumps her feet playfully on the bedspread. //Oh that's it...// You raise your hand and bring it down on her right buttock. //PHLAP!// "//Ngah//!" (print:$friend_name)'s reaction is a mixture of surprise and intrigue. Her bottom twitches as she clenches her butt cheeks together. "Hmmm...do that again? Not sure I felt it..." You spank her again, //hard//. //THWAP!// "Owww!" "You asked for it!" "I did, didn't I?" "Does it hurt?" "...I didn't say stop, did I?" (print:$friend_name)'s tone is coy, and she lowers her head, preparing herself for more swats. And so, you oblige. //SMACK! WHAP! WHAP!// You slap her bottom //hard//, starting at her cheeks and working your way down to her upper thighs, then back up again. //FWAP! FWOP! FWOP! FWAP!// She coos and squirms, her socked feet twitching as you pepper her backside with //smacks// until, when you rest your hand on her heinie, rubbing firmly, you can feel the heat. "Mmmmhng," she moans. "It feels good when you rub it." "How does it feel when I spank it?" She doesn't respond, but you hear her giggle softly. "So, you like it, huh?" you ask, giving her backside a squeeze. "//(print:$name)!//" she exclaims, waving her hand behind her. "Don't make me say that!" You raise your right hand and pin her wrist down with your left before delivering another hard swat: //SMACK!// "Be honest." "Gaha! //Noooooo!//" She can't hold back anymore -- she starts to laugh. It's a helpless, manic sounding laugh, like that of someone being tickled. //I'll give **her** a tickle,// you think with a grin. You swat her caboose again and again, alternating cheeks, raising your hand high over your head before bringing it down, following through with all your force! (print:$name) starts bucking and wriggling on your lap. "Mmmnggh! //Gaahaahow!//" "Admit it!" "//Never!//" //SMACK! WHOCK! WHACK! WHAP!// "Aaaaahaaaa! Okay, okay -- I admit it!" She's grinning from ear to ear now, and though you're looking at the back of her head, you can hear the helpless smile in her voice. "I like it! //I like it!//" The sound of impact on her clothed bottom is muffled, like a baseball hitting a catcher's mitt, and you start to wonder...//Maybe I could...// You put your fingers into the waistline of her jeans. The laughter stops abruptly, and (print:$friend_name) gasps. "W-Wait! Not on the --" Too late. (if:$spankings contains "spanked by friend")["It's like you said yourself, (print:$friend_name)," you say, relishing every word. "//It's not a spanking unless it's on the bare!//" "//Noooooo!//"] As you yank off her jeans and panties in one fell swoop, (print:$friend_name)'s bottom springs out as pink as spring flowers and as warm as fresh bread. You hold her wrist down to the small of her back and give her another round of spanks, the sound much sharper and //much// more satisfying. **//WHACK! THWAP! WHACK! THWAP! THWACK! WHACK!//** The same can be said for (print:$friend_name)'s cries. "OW! //OWWIEE!// Aaahaahaooww! //Gaaaiieeee!//" You continue the flurry of smacks until both of (print:$friend_name)'s lovely butt cheeks are bright, rosey red, and in her wriggling she's managed to plant herself face-first into the bedspread. She's panting, now, and her knuckle are white from gripping the sheets -- but she never once tells you to stop. If anything, she's lifting her cherry-red bottom up to you -- leaning into the spanks as her voice becomes more distant sounding and her face becomes flushed... **//SMACK! THWACK! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!//** "Nnnghaa! //Hnnngh!// Umpph -- aaaie//eeeeeek!//" Her hips lift as though raised up by invisible strings, and her toes curl. She tilts her face and presses her ear into the mattress. You look at her face, half-covered by her long hair. She's blushing, but with more than embarassment. Her eyes are closed, eyelids fluttering. Each time you spank her, she rocks forward and back -- pretty soon you're in a rhythm, laying out two smacks to each bouncing cheek before switching, moving in a tight circular pattern around her hindquarters until every inch of her bottom is scarlet. Finally, her eyes open, and her mouth forms a small //o//. Her face is flush and she seems out of breath. Her eye flickers over to you, and in that glance you read //so much longing//...then her eyes roll back and she squeals. "Aaaaahaaaahhhhnnnn//ieeeeeeeaaahow! OW! OWWWW!// NGH! //HRNN!// AAAHAAAAA//AAAAAAIEEEEEEEEE//!" You spank her more, until your hand hurts, until you're practically out of breath //yourself!// When, at last, (print:$friend_name) collapses limply on your lap, and you fall back onto the bed. She grabs her jeans by the waist and yanks them up over her bottom, giving herself a wedgie in the process, but she ignore the pain. Still panting, she sits beside you and whispers in your ear: "//God I hope my step-mom didn't hear that.//"(set:$spankings=$spankings+(a:"spanked friend")) She looks you right in your eyes. "That...was //amazing.//" And then, without waiting for you to respond, she opens her lips and kisses you softly on the mouth. (if:$best_path is 1 and $spankings contains "spanked by friend")[[[Continue|LOVE ROUTE 3]]]{ }(else-if:$best_path is 1)[[[[Continue|LOVE ROUTE 3]] [Ask her to spank you]<ask|]<choice|(click:?ask)[(replace:?choice)["That was fun," you say, and your best friend grins, her eyes looking sleepy as though in a dream. "Do you think...maybe..." you say softly, "you could...spank //me// now?" Then her eyes snap all the way open. Her grin broadens, and you feel her hand on your wrist. "Oh, //definitely,// she says. "You've //earned// it!" [[Continue|SPANKED BY FRIEND]]]]] (else:)[[[Continue|LOVE ROUTE 3]]](set:$spanked_friend=$spanked_friend+1)

"I was just thinking back to winter break," you say. (set:$best_path=0) (print:$friend_name)'s face flushes pink when she realizes that, the last time the two of you were together, she had confided in you that her step-mom was about to give her a spanking. She bites her bottom lip and looks at you nervously...and expectant for the teasing that's about to come. "So...been over any good laps lately?" you say. "Ugh! //(print:$name)//!" she says, blushing even more before throwing her pillow at you. It hits you square in the mouth and mutes your laughter, but only for a second before you toss it away and keep laughing again. "It's not //funny!//" "It's //sort of// funny," you say. (print:$friend_name) glares at you. "I'm never telling you embarassing stuff again." "Oh, c'mon, (print:$name)," you say, scooting your chair forward. "Don't get...//sore// about it!" She glares harder -- but her mouth is betraying her, twitching in a small, reluctant smile. "See? It's //funny//!" you say. "Nobody else's mom spanks them when they're eighteen -- it's a crazy situation!" "//Step//-mom," (print:$friend_name) corrects, still scowling. "Right, the evil //step-mom//. It's like something out of a movie," you go on. "You could be on the Disney Channel with this." "As if it weren't humiliating enough //already//," she says, picking up her pillow and resting it in her lap. She seems to consider hitting you with it again, but she sees you bracing for it, so she starts smoothing it down in her lap, biding her time for the right moment. "I don't need a bunch of pre-teens talking about the latest episode of...of..." "...//Bottoms Up?//" you pitch. She rolls her eyes, and you grin. "Seriously, though," you say. "Does she //really//...I mean...//what's it like?//" "It's //awful//!" she squeals -- but something in the way that she won't meet your eye tells you that makes you think there's something she isn't saying. "My freaking //step-mom// treats me like I'm //five//. I'm in college for fuck's sake -- I have enough //boys// trying to see my bare butt to worry about!" "She bares your butt?" "..." (print:$friend_name) hugs the pillow more tightly to her chest and blushes even more. Her silence speeks volumes. "And does it...hurt?" She scoffs. "What do //you// think?" "I don't know. My parents never spanked me." "Well, you're lucky. Cuz yeah, it hurts. Sometimes it hurts even //more// the next day. I'm still a little bit sore from the //last// time. Everytime I sit, I get flashbacks." Your mouth drops open. "To winter break?!" you exclaim. "No, to..." She lowers her eyes. "A few days ago." "What happened?" "It wasn't my fault!" she exclaims. "I had a //super busy// last week, and I never had time to pack all of my boxes from my dorm. So when my step-mom got there to pick me up, she was super upset I wasn't packed." She squirms, biting her nail. "I wish I'd at least packed that //stupid// hairbrush." The visual of (print:$friend_name) being spanked (bare-bottom) in a half-emptied dorm room -- perhaps over her step-mom's knee on one of those plastic twin-mattress's -- makes your mind go momentarily blank. Then, trying to play it cool, you blink the image away. "What did your roommates say?" "Nothing -- luckily, they were already moved out. Nobody knows about it..." She glances up. "Except you." For a moment, the two of you are quiet. It's enough, in that split-second, just to silently acknowledge how close you are as friends. You knows things about (print:$friend_name) //no one// else knows...and vice-versa. Now she gives you a smile, appreciative smile. "So...being spanked is pretty bad?" She rolls her eyes. "The //worst//." A thousand thoughts are flashing through your mind now, along with a million things to say... [[Agree with her|FRIEND ROUTE 2]] [[Say that being spanked together could be hot|7c]]

"It's just, um..." You look up. "...Nothing. It's just good to see you again. I missed you." She smiles and tilts her head. "Aw, that's sweet! I missed you too!" She cracks open her second soda -- she always brings two for herself since she loves them so much. Then she settles into her seat on the bed and gives you a sly smile. "So...any special people at college I should know about?" "Special?" you repeat. "You know," she says. "Like...a //special// friend." You grin. "You're my most //special// friend, (print:$friend_name)." "Okay, again, that's really sweet. But I'm serious! College is where we're supposed to //experiment,// right? Are you seeing anyone?" You hesitate for a moment -- not because you're seeing anyone, but because you're wondering if (print:$friend_name) is. But the last time you talked, she didn't mention anyone -- and she //always// mentions stuff like that, unlike you. Of course, you've had hook-ups here and there...but you haven't liked anyone //that// way since... ...well, since the person sitting in front of you right now. Finally, you say, "No." She smirks. "What was that pause? Did you have to think about it?" She leans forward conspiratorially. You struggle not to look at the way her boobs press together and the glimpse you get from her v-neck shirt. You look away, and she takes that as even //more// cheeky avoidance of her question, so she puts her face in front of yours insistently and asks: "Is there anyone you //want// to be seeing?" [[Admit to having feelings for her|LOVE ROUTE 2]] [[Say nothing|8]]

"Yeah, I bet," you say. "Still..." you smirk. "...you have to admit that it //is// sort of funny." And then she hits you with the pillow again. The two of you are still laughing (and (print:$friend_name) is still threatening you with the pillow) when there's a knock at the door and her step-mom peeks in. "Hey, you two," she says. She's wearing oven mitts and holding a plate of cookies that look mouth-watering enough for you both to momentarily forget the conversation. "Everything okay?" "It's fine," (print:$friend_name) says. "(print:$name) is just...being a dweeb." She smiles, looking at you. "Well, even a dweeb needs a snack every once in a while. I brought in these cookies -- I'm taking the rest to your younger brother's school bake sale, but you can have these." She sets the plate down, and the two of you are on them in seconds. You bite into one -- gooey chocolate-chip, still warm -- and drift away. "(print:$friend_name), I need to use your computer for a second to check my email," she says. "The desktop isn't working -- it must have some kind of virus. It's the weirdest thing..." She steps towards the laptop and takes the swivel chair you just abandoned. Maybe it's because you were distracted, or maybe it's because your mouth was too full of chocolate-chip cookie to speek...but either way, you don't manage to say anything to put off the imminent disaster. You could have said, //Oh, I can take a look at that desktop for you,// or //Don't you have your email on your phone?// or maybe //The laptop is dead, it needs to charge first...// Even just screaming "404, COMPUTER NOT FOUND" and chucking the thing out of the window would have been better than what you //did// do, which was stand there, helpless, with half a cookie in your hand, as (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom opened the laptop... ...and discovered the porn. (print:$friend_name)'s eyes go wide, but she's no more able to fix this than you are. She just blurts out: "T-That -- //that wasn't me!//" "Oh my //god!//" her step-mom says in disgust. She claps the laptop closed and looks at your friend with eyes like piercing daggers. "Is //this// what you use your //college laptop// for?!" (print:$friend_name)'s mouth opens, but only air comes out. Her step-mother stands to her full height: she's taller than you both, even //without// heels. She folds her arms, still glaring down at (print:$friend_name), who has suddenly become fascinated with the pattern of the carpet. "This is //completely// unacceptable," she says. "What do you have to say for yourself?" (print:$friend_name) says nothing. But you... [[Take the blame|SPANKED BY STEP-MOM]] [[Say nothing|WATCH FRIEND SPANKED]]

You and your friend look at each other, completely speechless. You see how wide (print:$friend_name)'s eyes are, and how high her fine eyebrows stand on her forehead -- and you realize you must look the same way. You're sure that your own expression also says what you read on hers: //This can't actually be happening...**is** it?//(if:$chekhovs is 1)[(set:$feel_good=1) And even within the surprise, the fear, and the disbelief, there's a glint in her eye -- that you know is also in yours. //Excitement//.] "Both of you, take down your pants," her step-mom says. "Underwear too. I want both of you bent over on the bed, bottoms out, legs apart." (print:$friend_name) looks up, and her step-mom glares at her dangerously. "//No back talk//. **Now.**" And so, you and your best friend pull down your jeans and your underwear, then step out of the legholes together. You cast a glance at her long, smooth legs, her white bottom, so perfectly round. You quickly look away when she looks at you -- but when you look back, she's giving you a shy, half-smile. Whenever you meet each other's eyes, you wince. Then, half-naked, you assume the position over the bed: you on the right and her on the left, shoulder-to-shoulder, your hands flat on the bedspread, your naked bottoms in the air. Your tee-shirt falls forward, sliding towards your head. (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom comes over and inspects you both. "Bottoms //out//." She places her hand firmly on your back to make you arch it more, and she puts her hand between your best friend's thighs so make her spread her legs. "Feet //shoulder-width// apart. (print:$name), you may be new to this, but (print:$friend_name) -- I //know// you know how to hold position." (print:$friend_name) bites her lip, staring straight ahead to avoid your eyes. "Th-This is //crazy!//" she says. "Y-you can spank me but -- you're really going to spank my friends //too// now?!" "I believe you've told me that (print:$name) is your //best// friend," she says with a smirk. Despite your humiliating situation -- half-naked, shoulder-to-shoulder with your friend -- about to be spanked -- you feel a little surge of pride to know that (print:$friend_name) calls you her //best// friend to other people. //Guess some things don't change...// You glance over at your friend, who has her bare bottom lifted up besides yours. //Other things, however...// "And besides..." (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom's voice becomes colder. "...the way I just saw you two was a bit more than //friendly//, wasn't it?" (print:$friend_name) groans. "C-C'mon, mom..." As soon as the words leave her lips, she flushes even more. She just broke her own rule //never// to call her step-mom //mom//. If her step-mom realizes it, she appreciates this victory in silence. "Now, then, let's get on with it. (print:$name), I'll be starting with a //warm-up//. Don't think I'll be using my hand the entire time." //Warm-up?!// //**WHACK!**// She starts with (print:$friend_name)'s left butt-cheek. //**THWAP!**// Then she switches to the right. "Ngah!" (print:$friend_name) cries out, jerking forward. You watch the lines of her face closely, seeing the surprise and pain take over...seeing how //pretty// she is in profile, strands of her blonde hair illuminated by the light -- //**THWACK!**// -- but you barely have time to look before your //own// bottom gets a hard spank -- //**WHACK!**// -- and then another on the other thigh -- //**WHACK!**// -- and then a //third// as she proceeds to spank your first buttock again, flattening it with the firmness of the spank, before continuing back to your best friend! She continues hand-spanking you both like this for a while: moving across your pale pairs like one of those office desk toys, a pulse that passes from (print:$friend_name)'s left buttock to your right buttock and back, never missing a cheek! Each //**SMACK**// on your bare behinds resonates, followed by (print:$friend_name)'s cries and gasps. Pretty soon, you're crying out too, as the pink hand-prints rising on your rear end start to sting. The feeling is so...//strange//. At the one end, it //hurts//. (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom has a strong arm -- //Does she play tennis or something?!// -- and she follows through each time, so when her hand connects with your tushy, the //pop// jerks you forward and sends a surge of electric pain through your posterior. And, of course, it's //humiliatng.// At one point you reflexively reach back to cover yourself, but (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom grabs your wrist before you can and says, "//Arms forward,// or this will be a //lot// longer." And that is the //last// think you want. But at the other end...being beside (print:$friend_name) as //she// gets spanked, and then feeling //exactly// the same feeling yourself...it's intimate in a way you never could have expected. It somehow feels -- well, you don't know how to describe it. Soon, the flush in your face isn't just from embarrassment... Judging from the re-faced look she gives you after one particularly hard spank sends you lurching forward with a cry -- "Owwwah!" -- she seems to feel the same way. **//WHACK! SMACK! WHACK! FWACK!//** Pretty soon, the pace has picked up so that your own cries and (print:$friend_name)'s are blending together. "Gaaaha! OWWW! //Please!// No more!" "Aaaaahaaow! //We're sorry!//" "Oho, not yet you aren't," your friend's step-mom says in a low voice. She places her cool hand on her warm bottom -- a surprisingly nice sensation -- and then traces her fingers across you as she steps away to do the same for (print:$friend_name). The two of you look at each other, eyes still wide: the only sound in the room is your breathing, faster and heavier now. Then you hear a slight //clunk// as (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom takes something hard and wooden off the dresser. (print:$friend_name)'s ears prick up instantly. "//Noooo! Not the hairbrush!//" "Oh, //yes//, the hairbrush. And that's enough back-talk. Both of your bottoms are warmed up now, so I'll be starting with you, (print:$friend_name)." You can hear smugness in her voice when she adds: "(print:$name), watch closely, you're next. And //hold your position.//" And with that she steps up to (print:$friend_name)'s pink behind and taps the hairbrush softly against it. Your best friend clenches her jaw, looking straight ahead. Her face is flushed bright scarlet now, and you can see the start of humiliated tears in her eyes.(if:$chekhovs is 1)[ And yet -- for just a //split second// when she purses her lips -- you could swear she's actually //smiling...//] //**CRACK!**// "OOOOOWWWWW!" The sound of the hairbrush flattening (print:$friend_name)'s bottom is much sharper //and// much louder. You can't help but cringe when you imagine the red mark blossoming on her peachy behind -- a spot of cherry-color on her pinkened heinie. The second //**CRACK**// lands within less than a second of the first, and (print:$friend_name) expels air, her head bowed. //**WHACK! WHOCK! THWACK! WHOCK! WHACK!**// "NNNNNNGGG//HHHHAAAOWWWWW!//" Within just a few seconds, (print:$friend_name)'s composure is gone. Her attempts not to cry out are abandoned, and she howls each time the hairbrush touches down with a mighty //**CRACK!**//. She balls her hands into fists, clutching onto the bedspread as though holding on for dear life. You watch in amazement as her expression changes from nervousness to outright fear, and tears well up in her eyes. She bites her lip, breathing hard... //**WHOCK! THWOCK! CRACK! WHOCK!**// "MMMOOOOMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!" With the sudden cry, (print:$friend_name) is transformed. She's no longer the sarcastic, fun-loving 18-year-old who's too old for spanking. Now she's kicking up her feet, sobbing and pleading, her naughty bottom dancing beneath the brush-strokes as tears pour down her face. She splutters and gasps as the hairbrush turns her pink bottom crimson, and when at last the spanking has stopped, her blubbering goes on... ...and now it's //your// turn. //**CRACK!**// You don't know how to describe the feeling of the hairbrush landing on your behind. It's somewhere between a //thud// and a //zap//: it's got all the weight of a linebacker tackle, and all the pain of a lightening strike. The sound gets lost in your throat on the first spank, and you just soundlessly open your mouth. But you aren't silent for long. //**THWACK! WHOCK! THWACK! THWOCK!**// "Aaaaaa//haaaaaaaaaowwwww!// OWWWWIEEEEE!" You start to wail, kicking up your feet as the blistering //crack// of the hairbrush lands on your tender tushy, turning your pink handprints to searing red splotches! Your eyes stay wide open, even as the tears start to well up, and you glimpse (print:$friend_name) looking at you from your side, sniffling as she watches your face. She glances back to see your bottom smacked on the next earth-shattering //**CRACK!**// But the pain is too immense for you to feel embarrassed as you start to cry. You clench your eyes shut, and the tears start to fall. You continue to wail, shifting from foot to foot as the sound of your bottom being //pounded// seems to echo through the room. //**THWOCK! THWACK! CRACK! WHOCK! THWOCK! THWOCK! THWOCK!**// You are blubbering and sobbing now, hiccuping each breath. //**CRACK! THWOCK! WHACK! THWOCK!**// You are gasping and pleading -- you don't even know what you're saying. //**WHOCK! WHACK! WHOCK! WHOCK!**// Your bottom is //on fire//. Your cheeks are soaked with tears. Your vision is blurred and you can't seem to hear anything other than the rhythmic //**crack**// of the hairbrush against your heinie...and yet, you can see things clearer than ever before. //**WHOCK! CRACK! WHACK!**// Finally, just before you can't take anymore...the spanking stops. A few moments pass as the proverbial "dust" settles. You hear your friend's step-mom saying a few things, but you can't quite understand -- still, both of you fervently agree, apologize, thank her, and swear to never do it again. She folds her arms, surveying the two cherry-red bottoms before her, looking //very// satisfied. "Alright," she says at last. "The two of you can stand up."(set:$spankings=$spankings+(a:"spanked together")) (unless:$love is 1)[[[Continue|ENDING 3 (P2)]]](else:)[[[Continue|DATING END]]](set:$spanked_by_stepmom=$spanked_by_stepmom+1)

(if:$staying is 1)[Now that you and (print:$friend_name) are alone, there's no place you'd rather be. You pass on the ice, but when she others you a pillow, you smile and accept. Seated as you are -- your bare bottom on the cool side of (print:$friend_name)'s pillow, beside her at the edge of the bed -- you feel a strange sense of peace and calm. That's strange to say after the humiliating and painful ordeal you just went through, but...it's true. It's as though all of your emotions were //spent//, and you're finally able to see clearly. "So," (print:$friend_name) says in a low voice. You know immediately what she's going to say before she speeks. "Why did you do it?" And you also know exactly what //you// need to say, too. //It's definitely time.// "Do what?" you reply coyly. "You know what I mean." She glances at the door to make sure her step-mom doesn't come back in. "Why'd you //take the blame?// I know you didn't search anything -- you should have let //me// take that spanking!" She bites her lips. "Why did...why did you do that for me?"](else:)[You take a deep breath. "...Not at //college//." (print:$friend_name) raises her eyebrows. "Somewhere else, then?" "Yeah?" She leans forward excitedly, grabbing her feet and pulling them towards her in a criss-cross on the mattress. It reminds you of a kindergardener settling in for storytime. "Ooo//oooh!// Where, then?" "...Here." Her eyes widen. "Here...like, in town?" "No. //Right// here. In this room." As the realization dawns, (print:$friend_name)'s expression changes. She leans back and tilts her head at you.] "(print:$friend_name)," you begin -- you have to remind yourself to let out a breath here, and it comes out as a big, momentous sigh. "I- I've wanted to tell you this for a //while// now. I...I think I'm falling for you." (print:$friend_name)'s eyes go wide. She's stunned and silent. "I know we've been friends forever...and I love being your friend, but...I'm hoping to try something more. What I'm trying to say, is --" you say, because the words seem to be coming out like half-dry concrete "I have...//feelings// for you."(set:$love=1) When your confession is over, you feel suddenly as though a thousand pound weight has been lifted off your back. You don't even know how she's going to respond, but just the fact that you've //said// it -- FINALLY! -- is letting you breath again. It feels so good you start to giggle, and you have to look down at your feet to control yourself. You close your eyes. And then you feel something brush against your hand. You open your eyes and see (print:$friend_name) has her hand on yours. She's looking you straight in the eye. "I..." she starts, her face flushed. "I...I feel the same way." Your heart starts to soar. "I have for a while but..." she goes on, squeezing your hand, "I was too scared to tell you. I thought if you didn't like me back, we wouldn't be able to be friends anymore." You laugh. "We'll always be best friends, (print:$friend_name)." She gives you a tender smile, then pulls you up onto the bed beside her. "But now we can be more than that," she says. "Now we can...well..." She looks up at you, eyelids fluttering as she struggles to meet your eyes. "I-I just...//thank you//. For saying it first." You grin. "Thank //you//. For saying it back." For a few moments, you're both wordlessly looking into each other's eyes. Finally, (print:$friend_name) breaks the silence to say: "So...can we kiss now?" She brushes her hair behind her ear shyly. You laugh, and without another word, lean in to kiss her on the lips. [[Continue|LOVE ROUTE 3]]

You open your mouth to speek...and at first, no words come out. You bite your lip, sitting back in your chair and reassessing. But now (print:$friend_name) is determined. She sets her soda down on the desk and sits up, scooting forward with her legs cross on the bed. "C'mon," she says. "We've told each other everything since, like, 4th grade. Is it something about college?Tell me!" "No, it's not...I..." "//Tell me tell me tell me!//" You look down at the laptop. Then you take a deep breath and say: "I...opened your (color:blue)[misc] folder." The change comes to (print:$friend_name)'s face in degrees. First, she's confused, still bouncing slightly on the mattress from scooting forward. Then, when she realizes what you mean, her eyes go wide. Her hand goes slowly to cover her mouth, and her cheeks redden. "...Oh." "Yeah," you say. Now that the words are out, you honestly feel relieved. You feel a //bit// guilty that (print:$friend_name) is so embarrassed...//but wasn't **she ** the one who was just saying that you guys tell each other **everything?**// "I'm not judging you or anything like that," you say. "I was just...//surprised.//" "...How much...did you see?" "Well," you say bluntly, "I definitely saw a bunch of girls getting //spanked//." (print:$friend_name) reddens again. "Ugghhhhhh," she groans at last, plunging her red face into the pillow. "So //embarrassing!//" Only she says it into her pillow, so it sounds more like "//Hnnn hm**hhnr**hrrhnng//." "Why?" you ask. "Everybody watches porn." "That's not it," (print:$friend_name) says, sitting up and clutching the pillow to her chest. "It's that it was...//that// kind." "So you're into...//that//?" Now it's (print:$friend_name)'s turn to be blunt. She looks at you straight on, her bright eyes half-lidded, almost as if she were annoyed at you for asking an obvious question. //Or, more likely, for making her **say** it...// "Yes. I'm into...spanking." After she says it, she blushes another shade darker and presses her pillow to her hot face. "So...when your step-mom...you..." "Honestly? Kinda, //yeah//," (print:$friend_name) says quickly, reading your thoughts. "I mean, that's kinda what...started me thinking about it. Getting spanked is...well it's...I mean I don't //like// getting spanked, it still //hurts// and all but..." She bites her lip, unable to meet your eye. She's holding her pillow tightly like a teddy bear. "...but yeah...it's kinda...sorta...almost....//hot//." She looks up at you for a reaction. You swallow, trying not to give her one right away. You hope your face is pretty blank...but your best friend -- and practically //life-long// crush -- just admitted to you that she likes to be spanked. //I mean, what do I say to that?!// [[Say you'd like to be spanked too|7a]] [[Say you'd like to spank her|7b]] [[Say you'd like to be spanked together|7c]] [[Say nothing|FRIEND ROUTE 1]]

...you take the blame. "Hang on," you say, stepping between your best friend and her step-mom. "I...I can't let (print:$friend_name) take the blame for this. //I// was the one who searched for...that." As (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom's hard gaze bears down on you, you feel your face flush. Behind you, your best friend is staring at you in amazement. "(print:$name)," she hisses. "You don't --" You hold up your hand, and she stops abruptly, so you never find out just what she was going to say. //You don't **have to do that**,// maybe? //You don't **have to cover for me**//?Or maybe it was something else. Maybe it was, //You don't **know what you're getting yourself into.**// And you certainly don't. (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom arches her eyebrow. She takes a step towards you as though to have a closer look. "//You// were using //(print:$friend_name)'s// laptop to look at...//porn?//" You look down at the floor, your face suddenly feeling hot. "Mmhm," is all you manage to say. "Well. I was going to punish (print:$friend_name) for misusing her school laptop, but //now//..." your friend's step-mom begins, "...now it's clear that //you're// the one who needs a punishment." You nod. Time seems to have slowed down. Behind you, (print:$friend_name) is biting her finger anxiously. "Normally, I'd defer to whatever punishment your parents decided to give you...but since you're in //my house// and you just used the laptop that //I// bought for (print:$friend_name), I'd say I'm well within my rights to discipline you as //I// see fit. And besides..." The light glints off her glasses, and the ever-so-slight trace of a smirk crosses her face. "...judging by what you were //looking up,// it would seem there's only //one// punishment that would be fitting." //Oh no...no **way**...// She stands to her full height (nearly half a foot taller), raising her chin so she can look down her nose at you as she says: "Pants //off//. Underwear //off//. Get over the bed -- you're getting a //spanking.//" (print:$friend_name) covers her mouth. You look wildly between them, your mouth moving, but no words coming out. "B-But...But --" "Don't you //dare// argue with //me//, young (if:$gender is "boy")[man](else:)[lady]," she says sternly. She goes to (print:$friend_name)'s bed, sits, and pats her lap. "Get over here //now//." You give one last despairing glance to (print:$friend_name), hoping she has //something// that can get you out of this... ...But your best friend looks just as alarmed as you do. If anything, her expression seems to say: //No way out now!// "Do //not// make me wait, (print:$name)," her step-mom says. You whimper softly, feeling warmth spreading in your face -- but what else can you do? Right there in the middle of the room, in front of your best friend and her step-mom, you unbutton your pants and pull them down to the floor. You step out of the leg-holes and look up hopefully. But (print:$friend_name)'s step-mother only raises her eyebrows, a sort of warning. "Underwear too," she says simply. You groan, but you obey. You pull your underwear down and leave it in a pile with your jeans. Now you're half-naked in front of your best friend and crush of many, many years -- you keep your eyes glued to the floor so you don't have to look at (print:$friend_name), but you can //feel// her wide eyes on you. You step forward, and her step-mom grabs you by the wrist and yanks you over her knee. "H-Hey!" //**SMACK**// "Ggaaha!" "You were taking too long," her step-mom says sharply. "When I say it's time for a spanking, you don't get to drag your feet. It's //time.// Do I make myself clear?" //**SMACK! WHAP!**// She gives you two stinging //swats// with her palm, one to each cheek, hard enough that you're pretty sure you have an imprint of her wedding ring back there. Your leg kicks up involuntarily. "Owww! Y-Yes, ma'am!" "Good," she says smugly. "Now that //that's// settled..." //**SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHAP! SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! WHACK!**// Immediately, it becomes clear to you that (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom is an //expert// at spanking. Even though you're completely new to the sensation -- your parents never spanked you once -- you can tell right away that this is a //particularly// effective one. She has a firm hand, but its loose enough to bounce nimbly from one cheek to the next. She gives you two //smacks// to each buttock before switching -- one at the center of your jiggling cheek, the other just below it -- so you never quite have enough time to brace yourself. The pain is //spectacular,// but the humiliation of being half naked and having your bottom spanked while your best friend looks on, hands over her mouth, is what threatens to bring tears to your eyes. Within seconds, the sting has taken your breath away. //**SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! WHACK! SMACK! WHAP!**// After barely a minute, you're clenching your jaw and gripping the bedsheets tightly, trying not to make even //more// pathetic sounds. //**SMACK! SMACK! WHAP! FWAP! WHACK! THWAP!**// "Owwww//ieeeeeee!//" Too late! "It hurts!" you exclaim. Apparently, stating the obvious is something you do when in distress. The sound of your spankers palm //splatting// hard against your bare tushy seems to ring through the room, and you grunt and groan and squirm. Your backside is now a mess of pinkish handprints, merging together into a pleasant glow. "It's //supposed// to hurt," (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom replies. "Now keep still." She looks up at your friend and says, with a small grin: "And I thought //you// were a baby during these!" (print:$friend_name) blushes violently red -- but it's still //nothing// compared to your own face, which is so hot at this point you're almost sweating. Your best friend continues to be speechless as your punishment unfolds. //**WHACK! PHAP!**// "Mmmhga!" //**THWAP! WHAP!**// "//Hnnnnggggh!//" As suddenly as they starting, the spanks stop. "(print:$friend_name)," her step-mom says, "please bring me that hairbrush there. The one on your dresser." (print:$friend_name)'s eyes go wide, and so do yours. "B-But mom," she says, forgetting her own rule of never calling her step-mother //mom// -- a sign that she's //really// taken off guard, here -- "y-you can't...we didn't --" "Oho, don't you start with //me//, missy, or you're coming over my lap next!" So, flashing you an apologetic look and a helpless shrug, your so-called //best friend// gets the wooden hairbrush and gives it to her step-mother. You're pouting as hard as you can at (print:$friend_name) when the first //CRACK// catches you unawares. //**THWACK!**// "Gaaaaahhhiiieee!" //**THWACK!**// The other cheek now. The brush is thick and heavy enough to //woosh// through the air before making a //thudding// impact that seems to surge through your already-sore backside like an electrical current. You howl, curling your toes -- //**THWOCK!**// "//AAAAAAAIEEEEEE!//" "Are we learning an important lesson, (print:$name)?" (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom says in a satisfied voice that seems to imply she knows the answer. //**THWOCK!**// "AAAHAHAAHAAAAOOOWWW! Y-Yes! I'm sorry! I-I won't do it again!" You're pleading frantically now -- the hairbrush //flattens// your ass cheek with every //smack//, and your caboose is looking rosier and rosier with every //swing!// //**FWOCK!**// "//WAAAHAAAHAAAAAAOW! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!"// "//Forrrrrr?//" she asks expectantly. "F-For looking at...stuff --" //**THWOCK!**// A //mind-breaking// impact to the sorest part of your bottom forces the words from you in a torrent. The levees break, and your tears start to pour out. "GAAAAA! FOR LOOKING AT PORN! FOR LOOKING AT PORN ON (uppercase:$friend_name)'s laptop! //I'm SORRY! I'M SORRY!//" "Good," she says, sounding very pleased with herself as you hiccup and gasp, scissoring your feet. "Now just a few more --" "W-Wait -- //PLEASE!//" //**THWOCK!**// "Gaaaaa!" //**THWOCK!**// "OWWWWIIEEEEEE!" //**THWOCK!**// "OMIGOSH! //OMIGOSH!//" For another five smacks, you kick and squirm helplessly -- but she never misses once. Every spank lands //perfectly//, erupting like a fireball and searing your poor behind! By the time she's finished, you're gasping and sobbing, tears //plopping// onto the bedsheets as you apologize frantically. All the while, (print:$friend_name) watches, amazed, looking as though she were watching a car accident in progress and can't look away. At last, she sets the hairbrush down. You wipe away your tears, but your face is still puffy when she tells you to stand up and allows you to rub. You glance at your reflection in the full-length mirror on the door, and you see that your backside is //scarlet//, and your face is a matching shade of pink. Your cheeks are shiny with tears, and no matter how much you rub your eyes, new ones keep falling. You turn back to (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom, who is standing with her arms folded. "See what happens?" she says sternly. "I'm expecting //much// better behavior from you in the future." You half-stifle a sob. "Y-Yes, ma'am. I-I'm...//really// sorry." "Apology accepted," she says. Then her expression changes. The sterness dissolves, and she looks at you warmly. "I know it hurts," she says. "But now your punishment is over, and I forgive you." She smiles. "Now, isn't that better than being grounded for months and months?" [Agree with her]<1| [Say you aren't sure]<2|{ }(click:?1)["Actually...it //is//." You realize as the words are leaving your lips how insane you must sound -- but (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom only nods understandingly. "I-I mean, it //hurt//, but..." "But now it's over," she says. "And that feels //good//." And then she wraps you in a hug -- and although you're too surprised to say anything, you have to agree with her. It //does// feel good.(set:$feel_good=1) "I'll leave these here," she says, taking the cookies from the dresser and putting them onto (print:$friend_name)'s desk. "(print:$friend_name), make sure to clean up that laptop -- (print:$name), you're welcome to stay if you'd like. Only, //no interent.//" She grins, as though laughing at a personal joke. You snort a subdued giggle of your own. As the door closes behind her, you and your best friend turn to each other. She's staring at you in amazement. For a long time it's silent, and when (print:$friend_name) speeks, she sounds sincere...but uncertain. "Do you...want to stay for a while?" she says. "I could bring you a bag of ice! That allows helps me...after..." (unless:$porn is 1)[[[Stay|LOVE ROUTE 2]] ](else:)[As nice as that sounds, you know you need to go. After what just happened, you can barely meet your friend's eyes -- much less sit next to her on a bag of ice. It's //definitely// time to go home. ][[Leave|ENDING 4 (P2)]]](click:?2)["I...I'm not sure about that," you say, rubbing your backside. (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom laughs, but not unkindly. "I suppose it's not that way for everyone. She walks to the dresser. "I'll leave these here," she says, taking the cookies from the dresser and putting them onto (print:$friend_name)'s desk. "(print:$friend_name), make sure to clean up that laptop -- (print:$name), you're welcome to stay if you'd like. Only, //no interent.//" She grins, as though laughing at a personal joke. You wince softly to yourself. As the door closes behind her, you and your best friend turn to each other. She's staring at you in amazement. For a long time it's silent, and when (print:$friend_name) speeks, she sounds sincere...but uncertain. "Do you...want to stay for a while?" she says. "I could bring you a bag of ice! That allows helps me...after..." (unless:$porn is 1)[[[Stay|LOVE ROUTE 2]](set:$staying=1) ](else:)[As nice as that sounds, you know you need to go. After what just happened, you can barely meet your friend's eyes -- much less sit next to her on a bag of ice. It's //definitely// time to go home. ][[Leave|ENDING 4 (P2)]]](set:$spankings=$spankings+(a:"spanked by step-mom"))(set:$spanked_by_stepmom=$spanked_by_stepmom+1)

Both of you are timid at first, but the moment you feel her soft mouth against yours and taste the sweet, tangy flavor of her lips, you need more. She moans softly when your lips release from hers, like a cooing dove. You kiss her again, and she grabs the back of your head, pulling you into herself. You run your hands over her back, down to her thigh, your mind racing. She takes your wrist without stopping your kiss and places your hand on her breast. You are grunting with passion. She whimpers with longing. You both lie down onto the bed until you're horizontal, never coming up for air. That sweet, indescribable taste -- the sound of your mingling breath, quickening until you're practically panting like dogs -- the soft //click// you make as your lips pull apart -- every bit of it is just like you'd imagined and so much more. You cradle her head and pull back to look down at her face. Her eyes flutter open. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time," you say. She grins. "I'm so glad you finally did." Then she pulls you into her again, and the two of you roll around, lost in this long-awaited make-out session as the rest of the world seems to fade away and disappear... This goes on for some time, until you're both breathing as though you'd just been underwater. You have your hand under (print:$friend_name)'s shirt, and she's practically sitting in your lap. With one hand, she's clutching you tightly, and with the other she's playing with the hair on the nape of your neck. You feel so warm, so safe...so //happy//... But there's still one thing you remember you have to say. As flooded as your brain is with endorphins and all the sensations of making out with your (print:$friend_name), you still //can't quite let go// the thought of what you saw on her laptop. All of those //spanking// videos... ...what do they //mean?// Then again -- making out with (print:$friend_name) is pretty awesome. //Maybe I shouldn't say anything and just...keep going...// As you're having this internal struggle, you pull away slowly from (print:$friend_name) until your lips separate. She opens her eyes and looks directly into yours, scanning them rapidly. "What's wrong?" she asks. (if:$best_path is 1)[(set:$best_path=2)[[[Confront her about the spanking videos|7]] [Say nothing]<nothing|]<choose|(click:?nothing)[(replace:?choose)["Absolutely nothing," you say. "I just...can't believe how lucky I am." (print:$friend_name) grins. "Me neither," she whispers, and then leans forward, taking your face with both hands, to kiss you deeply again. //We'll have that conversation...a different time.// [[Continue|8]]]]](else:)[[[Continue|8]]]

...you //also// say nothing. (print:$friend_name) looks at you, wide-eyed, the words //HELP ME!// on her lips...but you just shrug your shoulders up and look back at her step-mom. (if:$porn is 1)[Sure, you feel a //little// guilty, given the fact that //you// were the one looking up weird stuff on the internet and not her...//But hey --//] //I'm only human, right?// What you know is about to happen is just //too good// to miss. So you purse your lips and step aside... ...as (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom grabs her, turns her around, and bends her over the bed to be spanked... //Right in front of you.// "W-wait -- hang on -- //WAIT!//" your best friend exclaims. She grunts softly as her step-mother puts a hand on her back, holding her torso down while her bottom stays up high. "What's the matter, (print:$friend_name)?" her step-mother asks wryly. "Judging by what you were looking at, you should be //happy//. It's just like you're little videos -- only in //reall life!//" "But (print:$name) is here!" she whines. "Then (print:$name) gets to see what happens to pervy girls who use their //school laptops// to look at //porn//," her step-mom declares. "You //know// you've earned this spanking, (print:$friend_name). And if you're embarassed -- //good!//" As if to punctuate the sentence, her step-mom grabs the waistband of (print:$friend_name)'s pants and tugs. Your best friend protests, even throwing back her hand to stop her, but her step-mother easily pins her arm down against the small of her back. In just one more tug, (print:$friend_name)'s bottom is completely revealed. With her pants and her yellow undies bunched up around her knees, her punishment begins. **//SMACK! WHAP! WHAP! WHACK!//** "Ow! //W-Wait -- stop! OW!//" "I honestly can't //believe// you sometimes," her step-mom says, ignoring (print:$friend_name)'s cries. "Your father and I //bought// you that laptop -- and you think //that's// what we wanted you to use it for?" (print:$friend_name)'s butt cheeks bounce wildly beneath her step-mother's firm hand, and soon her bottom is turning pink. Her step-mother works methodically, making sure every inch of her behind in covered with hard, fast swats that make her arm a total blur -- and //flatten// (print:$friend_name)'s round behind with each //SMACK!// **//WHAP! WHAP! FWAP! SMACK! WHACK!//** "//Owwwwwwwaha!// Pleeeeease! //It hurts!//" (print:$friend_name) blushes even redder than her bottom as she glances over at you to see you staring. She's so embarassed and upset that she forgets not to call her step-mother //mom//. "Mom! //PLEASE!// N-No more!" "Not until you've learned your lesson, young lady, and let me tell you, we have a //ways// to go," her step-mother says. She continues to hand-spank her step-daughter until (print:$friend_name)'s bottom is rosey-red and her cries are reverberating through the house. Soon, your best friend is scissoring her feet wildly and wailing as her bright red bottom receives //spank// after merciless //spank//. //I wonder if the neighbors can hear...// "(print:$name)," her step-mother says to you suddenly. "Would you please do me a favor? Bring me that hairbrush that's right there on (print:$friend_name)'s dresser." "Wh-What?! //Noooooo!//" //Well...if they couldn't before...they're about to!// Dutifully, you fetch the wooden hairbrush for your friends' step-mom and place it in her outstretched hand as (print:$friend_name) struggles (uselessly) to escape. Once she has the hairbrush, she grips it deftly and raises it high over her head -- ###CRACK! The sound of the hairbrush smacking (print:$friend_name)'s bottom is like a rifle report. Your best friend's mouth drops open -- noiselessly at first -- and then, as the furious stinging sets in, she clenches her eyes shut and //shrieks!// You clap your hands over your ears, but her step-mom is unphased: she raises the brush for another smack! ###FWACK! And on and on it goes. Beneath the hard back of the hairbrush, (print:$friend_name)'s tushy bounces enough that you see glimpses of the tender space between her thighs and butt cheeks, a //very// revealing situation that isn't helped when she starts kicking wildly, still pinned in place. Any thought you might have had of solidarity with your friend is gone now: your eyes are //fixed// to her poor, sore bottom as smack after blistering //smack// turn her tushy a lovely scarlet hue. Pretty soon, (print:$friend_name)'s cries have become sobs, and tears are streaming down her face, dripping down her cute nose and onto the bedspread. All the while, her step-mother scolds her. The whole spectacle is so humiliating for (print:$friend_name) that you feel sorry for even being //there//...but you can't look away. "From now on, I'll be checking your computer every week to make sure you aren't misusing it. Am I //ever// going to find this sort of thing again?" **//THWACK! THWOCK! WHACK! THWOCK!//** "N-No, mommy -- GAAAH! //I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!// OWWWWWWIIEEEEE//EEE!//" **//FWACK! FWOCK! WHACK! WHOCK!//** "You //promise?// Because if I find out you're lying to me, you won't be sitting down for the rest of the //summer//." **//THWOCK! THWOCK! WHACK! WHOCK!//** "AAAAAAHAAAAOWWWWWWW//WWWWAHAA!// YESYESYESIPROMISE! //OWWWW!//" "As it is, it's clear to me that I need to keep a closer eye on you. We might need to do some //maintenance// spankings a few times before bed, that way you don't get any //ideas//..." "Wh-Wha?! //Maintenance sp--//" **//CRACK!//** "aaaa//AAAAAHAAHAAAAOW! OKAYOKAYOKAYI'MSORRY!//" "You know why you're being spanked for this?" "//Waaahaahaaaow!// YES! YES I DO!" "Then say //Thank you.//" (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom folds her arms expectantly. Glancing at you with a look of total mortification, her face beet red all the way to the tips of her ears, (print:$friend_name) swallows hard, trying to catch her breath. "Th-//Thank// you...f-f-for my...sp-spanking..." Her step-mom smiles. "There. Was that so bad?" Judging by the tears still rolling down (print:$friend_name)'s face and the heat emanating off her naked bottom -- crimson and welted at the sit-spots, dark red all the way down to her mid-thigh -- you're going to have to go with //Yes.//(set:$spankings=$spankings+(a:"watch friend's spankings")) When (print:$friend_name) stands off her step-mom's lap, she's moving stiffly and sobbing so hard she gives herself the hiccups. She brushes her tears from her eyes with the backs of her hands. Her step-mom stands and puts her hands on her hips. "Now, then. I think I've made my point -- for now. When I come back, that laptop had better be //squeaky-clean// -- and I //will// be checking. Understand?" "Y-Yes, mom." Once again, (print:$friend_name) is too upset to remember not to call her step-mom //mom//...or maybe it's that, post-spanking, her step-mom feels //more// like her mom than before... "Good girl," her step-mom says. Then she gives her a hug and a kiss on the top of her head. "I'm going to leave the cookies here. (print:$name), you can stay for a while -- but (print:$friend_name) has an early bedtime tonight. The two of you //be good//." She points at both of you, holding your eyes. You both respond with a muted, //Yes, ma'am.// She sets the hairbrush back on (print:$friend_name)'s dresser and goes to the door. "And (print:$friend_name)," she says at the threshold. "Our little conversation isn't //quite// over yet." Then her face softens, and she smiles. "But thank you for finally calling me //mom//." With that, she leaves. [[Continue|FRIEND ROUTE 3]](set:$watched_friend=$watched_friend+1)

The door closes, leaving you and your sniffling, sore-bottomed best friend alone. (print:$friend_name)'s face is streaked with tears, and she's hiccuping softly as she inspects her bottom in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She sniffs and turns to you. So there you are. Your best friend -- and longtime crush -- is standing before you, wearing only a tee-shirt and socks. Her tushy is as bright, cherry-red, all across both cheeks and down to her upper thighs. Your ears are still ringing with the sounds of her cries and the //CRACK// of the hairbrush against her backside. But now, everything is quiet and calm. (print:$friend_name) bites her bottom lip. She pulls at the hem of her shirt, but of course it's too short to cover her. She crosses her legs, right in front of left; the dark hair where her thighs meet is trimmed carefully into a small //v//. She's so embarrassed she seems to be at the verge of tears...//again//. You glance at the full-length mirror and see the reflection of her well-spanked bottom, warm and glowing like a summer sunset. The afternoon, by now, is starting to fade into dusk. The time flew: you must have watched (print:$friend_name) be spanked for an hour, at least. //But it all seemed to happen so much quicker than that...// She's looking right at you now...waiting for what you'll say. In your mind, there's only one thing you //can// say. [[Tease her|ENDING 1 (P2)]] [[Sympathize with her|ENDING 2 (P2)]]

"I...I get that." (print:$friend_name) looks up, eyes wide. "...You...you do?" You nod. Your //own// face is starting to redden now. (print:$friend_name), on the other hand, is starting to grin. She scoots forward again until her legs are hanging off the bed. "So...//you// kinda-sorta-almost like to be spanked, too?" "I-I just meant..." You bite your lip. Meeting (print:$friend_name)'s eyes, you can't help but break out into a grin of your own. "...Yeah. I do...or, I guess, I //would//." You sit back in your chair. "Unlike you, I don't have anyone who spanks me. So I don't actually //know// how it feels." You look down. When you look up, your best friend is sitting up straight and tall, her chest out, a huge grin on her face. She hasn't looked away from you the whole time. "You know..." she begins. You realize what she's going to say before she's said it, and a feeling like cold water being poured into your belly rushes over you. "...//I// could help you with that!" [[Continue|SPANKED BY FRIEND]]

"I bet your step-mom likes it too," you say. "I mean...who //wouldn't// like spanking //you?//" The words leave your lips before you even really know what you're saying. (print:$friend_name) looks at you surprised, eyes wide. You half expect her to tell you off for the comment...but instead, she seems...//curious//. "What do you mean?" "I just...I was just saying...I dunno. I guess I think spanking someone would be pretty fun, and you --" You glance up and meet her eyes for only a second, and you're surprised to see her smirking. "-- well, whatever." "Hm," (print:$friend_name) says. She folds her arms. "So, you think my step-mom spanks me for fun." It isn't a question the way she asks it. "I -- well, I don't..." She cocks one eyebrow. "Would //you// spank me for fun?" You look up with what you //hope// looks like casual interest...but probably looks a lot more like a puppy who just heard the word //treat//. She laughs. Then she shifts a bit awkwardly at the edge of the bed, her face turning slightly pink. "You can spank me...if you want." She grins. "See if it's as fun as you think!" [[Spank her|SPANK FRIEND]]

"Actually...I think it would be hot if we got spanked //together//."(set:$chekhovs=1) (print:$friend_name)'s eyes light up. She looks at you as though seeing you for the first time, her face a mixture of surprise, interest, and...//something else// you can't quite put your figure on. She laughs shortly -- a bit too shortly, as though she were still wondering if it were a joke. She leans back on the bed. "You wanna join me? The next time...?" You shrug. "I dunno...I just think...that'd be really hot." Her lips twitch: a small, appreciative smile. And when she speeks, it's in a sotto voice. "...Me too." You meet her eyes, and for a moment, time seems to stop. An image of (print:$friend_name), naked and squirming, bend over the sofa, her bottom bouncing under someone's firm hand, flashes through your mind. It's not the first time you've pictured it... ...only this time, you're right beside her, getting the same treatment. (print:$friend_name) must be picturing something similar, judging by the way she's looking at you. She bites her bottom lip. You stand, thinking you're just going to stretch your legs... ...but then you feel yourself pulled, like a //magnet//, to (print:$friend_name)'s side. Or maybe she comes to you -- you can't really tell. All you know for sure is that, in that moment, it becomes //impossible// for you to keep your hands off each other. You take her into your arms, and she presses herself against you. Her lips part slowly, and you hear her soft, shaky breath. You lean in, and she meets you. Your eyes lock. She closes hers first. You kiss. [[Continue|LOVE ROUTE 3]]

Until you hear the //click// of (print:$friend_name)'s bedroom door opening. "Hey, you guys, I made some cookies to -- //omigod!//" The two of you fly apart to opposite sides of the bed as though propelled by the same magnetic force that brought you together, only in the reverse. You look to the doorway and see (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom standing with a plate of cookies, looking as though she's seen a ghost. Then her surprise turns to anger, and she looks directly at (print:$friend_name). "//What// do you think you're doing?!" "I -- I, um --" "What have I said about having boys over?" her stepmom demands, putting one free hand on her hip. "B-But it's //(print:$name)!//" your friend exclaims. (if:$gender is "boy")["You //know// (print:$name)!"](else:)["She isn't a boy!"] "Yes, and the two of you were just about to start taking your //clothes// off if I hadn't walked in!" her step-mom retorts. "(if:$gender is "boy")[If I'd known things were like //that// with the two of you, I would never have let him come over!](else:)[That's the same difference in //my// book!]" Now (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom sets the cookies down steps forward, taking off her oven mitts in a //this-means-business// sort of way. Your friend looks to you with wide eyes. You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. "I told you what would happen if you did this. You want to take your clothes off so bad? Well, you can start with your //pants// and your //panties!//" (print:$friend_name) is so horrified she forgets the personal rule she has against calling her step-mom //mom//. All of //that// goes out the window //now//. "But //mom!//" "Don't you '//but mom//' me! You knew //exactly// what you were getting into. And //you//, (print:$name)," she adds, looking at you. She looks you up and down, as though trying to decide something on the fly -- and then she //does//. "You can get yourself ready, too. You're //both// getting a spanking for this. Turn around, pants down, and bend over the bed -- //both// of you!" [[Continue|SPANKED TOGETHER BY STEP-MOM]]

"Well, (print:$friend_name)?" you say, in the stern tone of a schoolmarm. "Did you learn your //lesson//?" (print:$friend_name) looks at you for a second, stunned. Then, as though she can't help it, her shoulders shake, and she makes a low coughing noise...which turns into a long, low, helpless giggle. "Are you going to misbehave again? Look up naughty pictures on the internet?" you say, standing and stepping forward. "Shut //up//!" (print:$friend_name) exclaims, shoving you back with both hands. But even as she does it, she can't help but start to laugh. Pretty soon, you're both doubled over in laughter. (print:$name)'s pretty face is still shiny with dried tears, but she's beaming now, giggling and laughing so hard she has to hold onto her sides. You learned the word for this in college: a //catharsis//. A release of tension. All of the emotions are being released at once, and it isn't long before the two of you are wiping tears from your eyes. "You //suck//," (print:$friend_name) says between laughs, giving you another hard shove. "It's not freaking //funny!//" Although it undeniably //is//. There she is -- your best friend since forever, the girl you've crushed on for //years// -- completely //naked// from the waist down, having just received a //hairbrush spanking// over her step-mom's //lap//...and she's the prettiest you've ever seen her. The thought makes you start laughing again until you can't breath. "God -- I'm glad she didn't take my laptop," you friend says at last. "God, I'm glad I don't get spanked!" you say, and (print:$friend_name) splutters more dizzy-sounding laughter. "If anyone deserved it," she said, "it'd be //you//." "I'm not the one with the red butt, though," you point out. "That's true," she winces, rubbing her rear end tenderly. "That's //very// true..." Then she looks at you with an eyebrow arched. "//For now.//" (if:$love is 1)[You step forward and put your hand beneath her chin, tilted her shimmering face up to look at you. She doesn't resist you -- not even when you put one hand on the small of her back and pull her closer to you. Her mouth open, her smile fades to a look of longing. You lock eyes with her, and she closes her eyes first. You close your eyes and give her a soft, sensuous kiss. Something about seeing her there in her bedroom, half-naked, her bottom scarlet and hot, is a major turn on. She's even more attractive to you now, with her light application of mascara smudged and her hair mussed. The feeling must be mutual, because (print:$friend_name) is the one who guides the two of you to the bed. (print:"LOVE")](else:)[You laugh. In a few minutes, (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom returns with a large bag of ice for her to sit on, which she takes gratefully. You look between the two of them in wonder: it seems as though all of the strife of the last hour has melted away. (print:$friend_name) is contrite and friendly. Her step-mom is warm and pleasant. In your house, you would have been grounded, and the entire week would be sullen and hostile. But after (print:$friend_name)'s spanking, everything is back to the way it was. It's almost as if the spanking actually...//worked// on your 18-year-old best friend. //No...that would be crazy...//] But after today, nothing seems like it's too crazy anymore. And you wouldn't have it any other way. [[View stats|STATS PAGE]]{ }(set:$which_end="You and (print:$friend_name) are still just friends for now, and that's alright with you. But could you be more?")

"Does it hurt?" you say. "I'm really sorry, (print:$friend_name). That was so unfair..." Your friend sniffs and brushes away tears. She gives you a lopsided smile. "It's okay. It doesn't hurt so bad..." You can tell by the way she winces when she strokes her bottom that she's lying. "It-it's mostly...you know...//embarassing.//" She groans. "Okay, and also, it hurts a lot, too. Ow ow ow //ow!//" You nod, understandingly. (print:$friend_name) is glancing back at her bright red bottom in the full-length mirror on her door, and you look too. Each cheek is as round and red as a fuji apple. You grimace sympathetically. "Is there...anything I can //do?//" She sniffs again, takes a deep breath, and shakes her head. "No, I don't..." Then, realizing something, she looks up into your eyes. Her face is still a little puffy from crying, but her eyes are bright and wide. "Actually, there //is//." She goes to her desk and opens the bottom drawer. On top of the mess of papers and pens, there's a small plastic jar with a purple lid. She takes it out and holds it for you to read the label. //SOOTHING BALM: REDUCES SORENESS, PROVIDES RELIEF// "Could you..." she asks timidly, "put this on me?" You blink, surprised. "Like...on your butt?" She nods, blushing. "I-I got this stuff at a store off-campus after I got...you know...on moving day." Her shoulders are hunched up as though she were willing herself to be smaller. "It really works...but it's hard to do in the mirror. Plus, it would help to have someone...helping me rub." She wrinkles her nose. "Please? I-I won't make it weird. And look --" She uncaps the jar and holds it to your nose. "It smells like berries!" She's right. It //does// smell like berries. But that, of course, isn't why you agree (although you try not to appear //too// excited). The idea of rubbing lotion all over (print:$friend_name)'s naked bottom is one that appeals to you for //other//, non-berry-scented reasons. So she hops up onto the bed, lies on her stomach, and pulls up her shirt to give full access to her blisteringly hot bottom. You dip your hand in and pull out a dollop of the cream -- it's cool to the touch. "It's a little cold," you say. "But that will probably feel good. Here we go..." She tenses, her butt cheeks clenching together. As the cream touches her behind, she flinches. "Oooh!" she exclaims. Then you begin to smear it across her sit-spot and her tension melts into a sigh of pleasure. "Ooo//ooohhhhhh// god that feels good..." "Yeah?" "It's like you're dousing a fire back there. Ohhhh god...//ahhhhh//..." "I have to do the other one now." "Make sure you rub it all in, or else it won't --- //ooh!// Ohhhh//hhhhmmyyyyggooooood...//" And so, you rub the cream into (print:$friend_name)'s well-spanked bottom until her entire backside is coated with clear, shiny gel, and (print:$friend_name) is moaning softly with relief. She asks for more, and you oblige, rubbing the cream in concentric circles, dipping into the hard to reach spots that make (print:$friend_name) squeal softly before going back to her pleasurable sighs. "It feels really good, (print:$name)," she says. "You're good at this." "Must be a hidden talent of mine." She laughs. Then, as her laughter fades, her tone becomes thoughful. "Do you think my step-mom //likes// spanking me?" //**I** would//, you think, but don't say. "I don't know. She //did// seem pretty pleased with herself, though." (print:$friend_name) pouts. "It's so not fair. Why do //I// get spanked? Your parents never spank //you// for stuff. And I never //used// to get spanked, back when I was old enough for it to make sense. We're in college! //College!//" "I know," you say sincerely. "But hey -- anytime you get spanked, I'll be here to rub this stuff on you. I'm pretty good at it, apparently." (if:$love is 1)[She turns to you with a sly grin. "//Very// good at it." She props herself onto her elbows. "In fact...it's making me wonder //what else// you can do with your hands." Your eyes meet -- and it's as though all of the air goes out of the room. //Oh god. Here we go...// (display:"LOVE")](else:)[She laughs again. "You are. //Magic fingers//." You press more deeply into the supple flesh of her thighs, and she makes a sound between a moan and a whine. She glances back at you and grins. And so, for the rest of the afternoon, (print:$friend_name) lies face down on her bed with her pants off, her naked bottom airing out, glistening with the sheen of soothing balm you've rubbed in. You continue to talk and catch up as though nothing has changed, even as you're looking //right at// your best friend's well-spanked bottom, or even as you're applying more, rubbing your fingers into places that "//friends//" typically never go. It's pretty crazy, actually.] But after today, nothing seems like it's too crazy anymore. And you wouldn't have it any other way. [[View stats|STATS PAGE]]{ }(set:$which_end="You and (print:$friend_name) are still just friends for now, and that's alright with you. But could you be more?")

You and your friend stand up as one. You look at each other -- cheeks wet, eyes shining, faces red -- and you can't help a nervous, hiccuping giggle. "Now -- can I trust the two of you to be alone in here and //not// start making out while I get you some ice?" her step-mother says. Her tone is stern, but reconciliatory. Almost playful. You both nod frantically, not trusting words. She leaves, and you go back to staring at each other. "Well..." (print:$friend_name) says finally, "...//that// happened." You snort. "Yeah. Yeah, it definitely did." "That was a //hard// one," she says. "Usually I only get the hairbrush when she's //really// mad." "Mm..." you grunt. She looks up at you, eyes still glistening. Her face is streaked with tears, and she's still naked from the waist down. And then she smiles at you. "You took it pretty well, though." You laugh aloud. "Yeah -- I must have looked real tough." She giggles. "Mm." (if:$chekhovs is 1)[Then she lowers her face, looking up coyly. "Pretty sexy, too." ...and you want to kiss her all over again. Good thing you don't yet, though.] Her step-mom comes back in with two large bags of ice at that exact moment. "(print:$name), your family doesn't spank you?" she asks as she passes you the bags and you both gratefully take them. "No, ma'am." "For a first-timer, you took it pretty well," she says. "(print:$friend_name) was just saying that," you say, looking down at your friend. "Oh, yeah? Well, it's true. The hairbrush //hurts// -- I know from experience." "You were spanked too?" you ask. "Oh, of course," she replies simply. "I wouldn't believe in it so much if I wasn't. There were //many// times when I was younger and needed a good spanking, just like the two of you..." She grins coyly, not meeting your eyes. "...sometimes, I even still do." Both you and (print:$friend_name)'s mouths drop open. You look at each other, but her step-mom quickly moves on. "I'm going to leave the cookies there. If you'd like to sit on the bags of ice, please do so on the floor -- I don't want there to be a huge puddle on the bed. (print:$name), will you stay for dinner?" She smiles kindly. "I'll get put cushions on the kitchen chairs." [[Stay for dinner]<stay| [Go home]<go|]<choose|(click:?stay)[(replace:?choose)[You laugh despite yourself. "...Okay. I'll stay." (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom gives you an approving grin. "Good." Then she looks at (print:$friend_name) and says: "This one might be a keeper." Your cheeks flush red. Beside you, your friend's do the same. "//Moooo-ooom...//" (print:$friend_name) groans. "Oh, yes, that's right -- you're just //best friends//," her step-mom says teasingly. "Alright then -- I'll call you when it's time for dinner. And with that, she leaves. You and (print:$friend_name) look at each other, then down at the ground. (print:$friend_name) sets her bag of ice down on the floor and sits on it, and you follower her lead. "Aaaahaaa///aahaaaa...//" she sighs, eyes rolling back. "Oooohhhhhhh..." The coldness is a shock at first, but then the relief sets in. The two of you look up at each other -- still half-naked, resting your spanked bottoms on bags of ice -- and you can't help but start to giggle. You both dry your eyes...and then the giggle becomes a laugh. Every time you meet each others' eyes, another wave of laughter overtakes you. It's so //ridiculous//...it's so //insane//...You wouldn't believe it if someone told it to you. //And yet, it's true...// //Today, I got spanked with my best friend...// (if:$chekhovs is 1)[...//and I liked it!!!//(if:$love is 1)[ Finally, the laughter starts to die away, and you realize that (print:$friend_name) has scooted herself forward. She looks at you shyly, tilting her head. "Was it as good as you expected?" she asks with a grin. You laugh...but the laugh fades quickly. You know exactly what she means...and it isn't a joke. "//Better//." Her lips part. She seems about to say something else... But there's nothing she needs to say. You move forward, take her face in your hands, and kiss her deeply. She leans into your kiss, her surprised eyes closing softly. For there, it's clear what you both want. (display:"LOVE")]] What's the most crazy of all, though, is how much //closer// you feel, having been spanked together. You aren't dating yet -- not //exactly//...but there's no denying that you're something //more// than best friends now. //This summer is going to be a good one,// you think to yourself with a grin. //...I can already tell...//]](click:"go")[(replace:?choose)["No, I...think I'm gonna go h-home now..." you stammer. Your best friend gives you a sympathetic look...although she also seems disappointed to see you go. "I understand," her step-mother says, nodding. Then, as though just thinking of it, she grabs the plate of cookies and holds them out to you. "Take a cookie?" With tears shimmering in your eyes, reach out to take one. Then you pull your pants and underwear up over your swollen and well-marked behind, trying not to meet (print:$friend_name)'s eyes. But in the end, you have to...and you're surprised to see her smiling at you through her tears. "Call me later, we'll hang out," she says as you leave. You promise you will and leave the house, walking stiffly all the way home...(set:$best_path=0) ----- //Aaaahhhhhh//... The ice feels //so// good on your searingly hot bottom. You're sitting on a two plastic bags full of it -- one for each cheek. You'll be leaving a puddle on your bed that you'll have to explain later, but now you can think of nothing other than the //relief//. There's a knock on the door, and you scramble to hide the bags with a blanket. Your mom comes in and sees you. "Why are you under a blanket? Are you cold? I could turn down the AC --" "N-No, it's fine," you say. "I'm fine." "Okay, suit yourself. Weren't you going to see (print:$friend_name)?" "Yeah," you say quickly. "I did. We're gonna hang out again later." She nods. "Alright. Just let me know if you're coming to dinner. I'm going to the store." She begins to close the door." "Uh, mom?" She turns to look at you. (if:$feel_good is 1)["You know how I get grounded if I miss a curfew or...stuff like that?" you say. She raises her eyebrows, confused by the sudden change of topic. But she says nothing -- only looks at you expectantly. "Have you ever thought about...maybe..." You swallow hard. "...doing something else instead?" To your amazement, your mom folds her arms as though unsurprised. "Have you been talking to (print:$friend_name) about being //spanked//?" Your eyes widen. "H-How did you..." "Your father and I met her step-mom at a neighborhood barbecue. The subject how she's been disciplining your friend...//came up.// (print:$friend_name) has been getting top marks in her classes, even though she never had them in high school. It seems like the new...//discipline policy// really works for her. " She smirks. "And we'd been wondering if the same thing might help //you//." "I-um..." you stutter. Then, in a voice almost too soft to hear over the rotating fan, you say: "I...think maybe it would." Your mother grins. "Well, well! Seems (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom has had an effect on you //too!//" She glances at the blanket covering your legs. "I'll get a few more bags of ice for that sore bottom of yours. And when I get back...we're going to have a little //family chat!//" "Wh-how did you...?" you say, amazed, standing up and letting the blanket fall from your naked legs. "Call it a hunch," she says, and winks. The door closes behind her, leaving you alone -- half-naked, well-spanked...and smiling to yourself. You go to your phone to text (print:$friend_name). //Hey...You know how we always have so much in common? I think we're going to have something else in common pretty soon...///](else:)["Uh...when you're at the store later could you..." Your face flushes again as you shift your numbing butt cheeks on top of what is, by now, mostly just chilled water. "...pick up a few more bags of ice?" To your amazement, your mom folds her arms as though unsurprised. "Have you been talking to (print:$friend_name) about being //spanked//?" Your eyes widen. "H-How did you..." "Your father and I met her step-mom at a neighborhood barbecue. The subject how she's been disciplining your friend...//came up.// (print:$friend_name) has been getting top marks in her classes, even though she never had them in high school. It seems like the new...//discipline policy// really works for her. " She smirks. "And we'd been wondering if the same thing might help //you//." You feel your stomach drop, and your face falls. "M-Mom...you can' be //serious//...I'm //18-years-old!//" "Well, you'd better act your age, then," she says, grinning as she closes the door. "I'll get a few more bags of ice for that sore bottom of yours. And when I get back...we're going to have a little //family chat!//" "Mooom! //No!//" You stand abruptly, the blank falling to reveal your naked legs. "//Wait!//" The door closes behind her, leaving you alone -- half-naked, well-spanked...and looking at a summer that was //not// what you expected!]]] (unless:$best_path is 2)[[[View stats|STATS PAGE]]](else:)[(display:"DATING END")]{ }(set:$which_end="You and (print:$friend_name) are still just friends for now, and that's alright with you. But could you be more?")

Not long after that particular summer day, your dream comes true. You and (print:$friend_name) start dating. For that whole summer, you never go a day without seeing each other -- and hardly an afternoon without seeing //all// of each other. Now that all of the tension of //liking// each other and not being able to //say// it is gone, there's so much more you feel you can talk about. You're so much more comfortable with each other -- something you didn't even think was possible. Whether it's a day spent together at the public pool, a movie and popcorn curled up on her bed, or walking together hand-in-hand, down the block you grew up on together... At first, you try to sneak around...but to your surprise, (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom doesn't mind at all. She brings the two of you snacks when you're hanging out with Peanut in the backyard. "I think you're really good for (print:$friend_name)," she says at one point, while your friend is in the other room getting pizza from the delivery guy. "As long as the two of you are safe, and you //behave// yourselves...I think you make a nice couple." When (print:$friend_name) heard that, she beamed. You still aren't sure what she'd think if she ever caught the two of you having sex...although you have an inkling of what the consequence might be... Speeking of which... One part of your relationship that remains a secret is that (if:$spanked_by_friend is 1 and $spanked_friend is 0)[(print:$friend_name)...well...let's just say she keeps the //upper hand.// After you confessed that you liked to be spanked by her, (print:$friend_name) has enjoyed nothing more than meting out discipline. Sometimes it's for little things, like spilling your soda on her bedspread or being overly sarcastic (which you like to do knowing //full well// what will happen)...but sometimes, she takes you over her lap with no reason at all. "I need some stress-relief," she'll giggle. And it //is// stress-relief -- for both of you. Her favorite time to spank you is right after she's received a spanking of her own. Her punishments from her step-mom -- usually for things like forgetting to take out the trash or talking back about a chore -- don't stop. Now it seems there's a heirarchy in her household, with her step-mom on top, (print:$friend_name) beneath her, and you at the bottom. And you wouldn't have it //any other way.//]{ }(else-if:$spanked_friend is 1 and $spanked_friend is 0)[you aren't just (print:$friend_name)'s (print:$gender)friend -- you're her disciplinarian too. From that one summer day on, whenever, (print:$friend_name) gets sassy or flaky, you take her over your lap for a punishment. Sometimes, she squeals and protests (although you know it's mostly for show). Other times, she climbs over your knee herself and says, eyes pleading. Sometimes, she'll surprise you with it: on more than one occasion, you walk into a room and find her with her skirt flipped up, her underwear down, her bottom stuck out. "It's actually a good stress-reliever," she explains with a giggle. And it is -- for both of you. Of course, (print:$friend_name)'s punishments from her step-mom don't stop during all of this. She still gets spanked for things like forgetting to take out the trash or for talking back. You're always there to comfort her in the aftermath, sometimes by rubbing on some lotion...and sometimes by giving her a little more //more//, if the punishment from her step-mom wasn't enough. Pretty soon, you have (print:$friend_name)'s bottom bared almost as much as her step-mom does... And you wouldn't have it //any other way.//]{ }(else-if:$spanked_friend is $spanked_by_friend)[ your //favorite// thing to do together is...well...//step-mom approved//. That is, you //love// giving each other spankings. Some days, (print:$friend_name) will be the boss: she likes to take you over her lap while sitting at the edge of the bed and spank you with the dreaded hairbrush until you're squirming and crying out! Other days, you'll bend (print:$friend_name) over the kitchen counter and give it to her with a wooden spoon -- and all the while, she'll be //begging// for more. Sometimes, you wonder what people would think if they found the two of you comparing your red bottoms side-by-side in her full-length mirror, laughing and kissing and teasing each other...Would they find it weird? Would (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom get upset? Or would she //actually// approve of the two of you disciplining each other? But at the end of the day, you know it doesn't matter, because the two of you don't care what anybody else things. And you wouldn't have it any other way.] [[Continue|TITLE (P3)]](set:$turn=0){ }(set:$ending5=1){ }(set:$which_end="Now you and your best friend are official...but dating a girl who still gets spanked won't be easy as you think....")

"No, I...think I'm gonna go h-home now..." you stammer. Your best friend gives you a sympathetic look. "Got it," she says, nodding. Then, as though just thinking of it, she grabs the plate of cookies and holds them out to you. "Take a cookie?" You glare at her, then cringe and whimper as you pull your underwear and pants up over your swollen bottom...and, with tears shimmering in your eyes, reach out to take one. "Oh, and (print:$name)?" she says as you reach the door. You glance back at her. She's smiling, her eyebrows arched up, almost apologetically. "Thank you..." she says. "For taking the spanking. You could have let it happen to //me//." You purse your lips and try to muster a //No problem// sort of look, but it's hard to see casual when you still have tears standing in your eyes. You //could// have let (print:$friend_name) take the spanking...(if:$porn is 1)[but, after all, you WERE the one looking up porn!](else:)[and a part of you still wonders if that might have been the better choice.] "Call me later, we'll hang out!" she says as you leave. You promise you will and leave the house, walking stiffly all the way home... ----- //Aaaahhhhhh//... The ice feels //so// good on your searingly hot bottom. You're sitting on a two plastic bags full of it -- one for each cheek. You'll be leaving a puddle on your bed that you'll have to explain later, but now you can think of nothing other than the //relief//. There's a knock on the door, and you scramble to hide the bags with a blanket. Your mom comes in and sees you. "Why are you under a blanket? Are you cold? I could turn down the AC --" "N-No, it's fine," you say. "I'm fine." "Okay, suit yourself. Weren't you going to see (print:$friend_name)?" "Yeah," you say quickly. "I did. We're gonna hang out again later." She nods. "Alright. Just let me know if you're coming to dinner. I'm going to the store." She begins to close the door." "Uh, mom?" She turns to look at you. (if:$feel_good is 1)["You know how I get grounded if I miss a curfew or...stuff like that?" you say. She raises her eyebrows, confused by the sudden change of topic. But she says nothing -- only looks at you expectantly. "Have you ever thought about...maybe..." You swallow hard. "...doing something else instead?" To your amazement, your mom folds her arms as though unsurprised. "Have you been talking to (print:$friend_name) about being //spanked//?" Your eyes widen. "H-How did you..." "Your father and I met her step-mom at a neighborhood barbecue. The subject how she's been disciplining your friend...//came up.// (print:$friend_name) has been getting top marks in her classes, even though she never had them in high school. It seems like the new...//discipline policy// really works for her. " She smirks. "And we'd been wondering if the same thing might help //you//." "I-um..." you stutter. Then, in a voice almost too soft to hear over the rotating fan, you say: "I...think maybe it would." Your mother grins. "Well, well! Seems (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom has had an effect on you //too!//" She glances at the blanket covering your legs. "I'll get a few more bags of ice for that sore bottom of yours. And when I get back...we're going to have a little //family chat!//" "Wh-how did you...?" you say, amazed, standing up and letting the blanket fall from your naked legs. "Call it a hunch," she says, and winks. The door closes behind her, leaving you alone -- half-naked, well-spanked...and smiling to yourself. You go to your phone to text (print:$friend_name). //Hey...You know how we always have so much in common? I think we're going to have something else in common pretty soon...///](else:)["Uh...when you're at the store later could you..." Your face flushes again as you shift your numbing butt cheeks on top of what is, by now, mostly just chilled water. "...pick up a few more bags of ice?" To your amazement, your mom folds her arms as though unsurprised. "Have you been talking to (print:$friend_name) about being //spanked//?" Your eyes widen. "H-How did you..." "Your father and I met her step-mom at a neighborhood barbecue. The subject how she's been disciplining your friend...//came up.// (print:$friend_name) has been getting top marks in her classes, even though she never had them in high school. It seems like the new...//discipline policy// really works for her. " She smirks. "And we'd been wondering if the same thing might help //you//." You feel your stomach drop, and your face falls. "M-Mom...you can' be //serious//...I'm //18-years-old!//" "Well, you'd better act your age, then," she says, grinning as she closes the door. "I'll get a few more bags of ice for that sore bottom of yours. And when I get back...we're going to have a little //family chat!//" "Mooom! //No!//" You stand abruptly, the blank falling to reveal your naked legs. "//Wait!//" The door closes behind her, leaving you alone -- half-naked, well-spanked...and looking at a summer that was //not// what you expected!] [[View stats|STATS PAGE]]{ }(set:$which_end="You and (print:$friend_name) are still just friends for now, and that's alright with you. But could you be more?")

(print:$spankings) (print:$ending) (if:$love is 1)[You've told (print:$friend_name) your feelings. She feels the same way. (color:yellow)[**RELATIONSHIP: Love interest**]](else:)[You and (print:$friend_name) have known each other since you were little -- and though you're starting to have feelings for her, you don't want to mess up your friendship. (color:yellow)[**RELATIONSHIP: Best friends**]]

No matter how long it's been, hanging out with (print:$friend_name) always feels the same. That's part of why you like her so much: being with her is like wearing a cozy sweater, or your favorite pair of sneakers. The way her laugh makes her nose wrinkle, and she covers her mouth with her hand... The way she watches you intently as you're telling a story, biting her fingernails... The way she rolls her eyes when you make a joke that she secretly liked... Time flies by as the two of you are catching up, and apparently, (print:$friend_name) feels the same way. At one point, she kicks off her shoes and lies back on her bed, looking up at you like a cat rolling on its back. "Y'know, college is fun...but I //missed// this," she says, grinning at you. You take a sip of your soda and nod. "Me too," you say. And for a moment, the two of you share a comfortable silence. But there's a part of you that's still...well... (if:$porn is 1)[Your most recent internet search got you pretty...//excited//. (print:$friend_name) is as laid-back and funny as ever -- and also as //pretty// as ever. You've been secretly pining for (print:$friend_name) since the two of you were in middle school. You go through phases where it's better or worse -- sometimes, you completely let it go. But looking at her now -- watching her lips and eyelashes move as she talks, her face so expressive and cute... You have a sudden flash back to December 28th, the first time she told you: //My step-mom is giving me a spanking today...// You must be making a face, because (print:$friend_name) slows down and stops her story. "(print:$name)?" she says, leaning forward. "What's up? Something on your mind?" And there definitely //is//. [[Ask her about her spanking|FRIEND ROUTE 1]] [[Try to kiss her|LOVE ROUTE 1]]]{ }(else-if:$best_path is 1)[You can't get the pictures you found on (print:$friend_name)'s computer out of your head. Each time one topic of conversation dies down, the thought of that (color:blue)[misc] folder pops back up in your head. (print:$friend_name) starts telling a story, but you can't concentrate enough to follow it. You smile and nod, but your heart isn't quite in it. Your friend flicks her eyes at you, as though wondering if you're listening. You try to focus in again... But then you have a sudden flash back to December 28th, the first time she told you: //My step-mom is giving me a spanking today...// You must be making a face, because (print:$friend_name) slows down and stops her story. "(print:$name)?" she says, leaning forward. "What's up? Something on your mind?" And there definitely //is//. [[Confront her about the spanking videos|7]] [[Say nothing, but flirt|LOVE ROUTE 1]] [[Say nothing, but joke|FRIEND ROUTE 1]]]

(if:$love is 1)[(print:$friend_name) has little to do in the way of undressing. She pulls off her shirt, and you reach around her back to unclip her bra. She shrugs it off her shoulders and it falls to the floor, revealing her perfectly shaped breasts, the candy-pink nipples hard as pebbles. You unbutton your jeans and she helps you pull them down, pushing you onto the bed and them down on your back. She climbs on top of you wearing only her socks. Her bottom is warm against your thighs. She's wet -- //dripping// wet. You stroke her pussy and come away with her moisture, a white trail that dangles between her cunt and your finger. (if:$gender is "boy")[She takes you, fully erect, and lifts herself on her knees. She whimpers as she fits you into herself and lowers herself down on you. As she envelops you, your toes curl, and you groan softly.](else:)[She straddles your thigh, and slides one of her fingers into you so you gasps.] She laughs, straightening herself and pulling her hair behind her ears. Then she begins to rock her thighs. You grab (print:$friend_name)'s warm left butt cheek. She squeals, but her squeal becomes a moan of pleasure as your movement sync, and soon enough her eyes are rolling back in her head. She's starting to move faster now, biting her lip, making soft panting sounds as her hot bottom claps against you, softly now, then harder, and //harder//. Just as you start to feel your own 'ending' coming on, she clutches you by your arm and lowers her head. "Oh!" she exclaims. "Oh, god!" "Not so loud," you manage to grunt. "Or your step-mom will come back and spank you again!" She grins wildly. "Maybe //you// could spank me," she says, rocking herself faster. You don't need to be asked twice. You give (print:$friend_name)'s bottom a hard //smack// She tenses, and you feel it //everywhere.// You give her another //smack// and she moans, dips her head, and shudders. You smack her a third time -- just as you're starting to come -- and she wails as the full force of her orgasm blasts through her, vibrating her to her core as she bounces her sore bottom on you and loses control of her face... And then, she collapses beside you. She looks into your eyes and you draw her closer. "That..." she pants, "...that...was fun..." She grins at you. "Fun...is...an understatement," you say. She laughs. Then she leans in close to whisper in your ear. "Do //you// think I learned my lesson?" She kisses your neck. "Do //you// think I'll misbehave again?" "God, I hope so," you say. "I really, really hope so." "Count on it," she says. And she snuggles in close to you, the heat from her body -- hottest in her backside -- fully wrapping around you. You feel so happy and satisfied that you could practically drift away to sleep... ...and so, you do. //Both// of you do. When you wake up again, you realize you're under a blanket together, but neither of you put it on. "Did...my step-mom...?" (print:$friend_name) asks. "No," you say slowly. "That'd be crazy..." That she would walk in, see the two of you naked and asleep, and put a blanket over you so you wouldn't be cold. That would be //crazy//.]

Fantastic! My first idea is another entry in the "Best Friends" spanking series. This time her stepmom comes home early and catches us with our pants down, literally, as we are making out on the couch. A belt whipping ensues over the back of the couch, with the friend first and the stepmom cautions me not to watch -- but I'm given the option in the text. If I peek, and the stepmom catches me, the spanking will be worse -- for both of us. ----- I think the first story would not take me as long to write, so I would love to start with that one. I've always wanted to go back to the "My Best Friend's Spanking" series, and I think the situation you describe would be awesome. I think I could write a great story with the scenario you described in 7000 words. - Lead up/making out (1500 words) - Spanking scenario 1 w/NO looking (1500 words) - Spanking scenario 1 w/looking (+1000 words) - Spanking scenario 2, where the player is caught (3000 words) At my usual price of $20 per 1000 words, that would be $140, but since you've commissioned from me before (and I love this idea) I'd like to do it for $115. My paypal is still victormammoth1234@gmail.com, and it would take 3-4 weeks to complete. What do you think of that?

==><== ##PART 3: TO PEEK OR NOT TO PEEK <== (transition:"dissolve")[//Now that you and your best friend are dating, you spend a lot more time at her house! It's been a while since you heard any more about her spankings...but you **know** they're still going on!//] [[BEGIN|INTRO (P3)]]{ (set:$spankings=(a:)) (set:$seen=(a:)) (set:$appreciation=0) (set:$medicine=0) (set:$sex=0) (set:$turn=0)}

"She's not home." This is what you best friend greets you with at the door -- those three words and a big grin. She pulls you inside by your open jacket and locks her lips to yours. You pull the door closed behind you, not breaking the kiss for an instant. The screen door has a spring mechanism to prevent if from slamming in the breeze: it takes a good 30 seconds to close. You wrap your arms around her, and she reaches up behind your ear, her fingers in your hair. Every inch of you responds with a delightful frisson. You breath her in through your nose, and as your tongue explores her mouth, she grabs your hand and moves it to her butt. The screen door slams closed. As she releases, her lips makes a soft //tch// sound as they detach from yours, and you watch her eyelids flutter open, her face lighting up in a mischevious smile. "Like where this is going?" She whispers it into your ear, and your skin erupts in pleasant goosebumps. "Oh, god, yes. But..." Your best friend raises her eyebrows. Her blue eyes are wide and beautiful. Her red lips part gently, her cheeks still flushed. "...but first, I //really// have to pee." [[Continue|9a]]

###(transition:"pulse")["//WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING//?!"] (print:$friend_name) screams and throws you off of her, and you go flying to the floor with your pants around your knees. You roll over, dazed, and your mind grapples with the reality before you. It's another moment or two before it dawns on you: Your best friend's step-mother is //standing at the front door.// She has her arms crossed, and she's dressed in casual, work-out type clothes: a grey tee-shirt, blue yoga-pants, brightly colored sneakers, her hair up in a hair tie. She's dropped two bags of groceries beside her, and one of the bags has toppled over; an orange is rolling on the floor. She's wearing her glasses, thin wire-frames that make her look a bit like a librarian. And she is //pissed//. "Y-You're home!" your friend manages to stammer out as she scrambles to re-clip her bra and get back into her jeans. They're too snug to put on quickly, and she nearly rips a pant leg trying to pull them on. Finally, she settles to try to cover herself by holding them in front of her privates. "//What// do you think you're doing?" her step-mom repeats, her voice now dangerously low. She takes a step forward, her arms still folded across her breasts. "And don't //tell// me it's not what it looks like." You look to your best friend just as she looks back at you. You're standing beside each other now, a "safe" distance away from her step-mother, who looks like she could breathe fire at any moment. At once, you both open your mouths....but nothing comes out. It is, after all, //exactly// what it looks like. And you have never been so busted. [[Continue|CONVERSATION]]

"(print:$friend_name)," her step-mother says. "What have we talked about?" "B-But mom --" "//Don't// you 'but mom' me. And (print:$name)," she says sharply, her eyes flashing as she looks to you. Her nose wrinkles in distaste. "I wish I could say I was //surprised//. The //both// of you ought to be ashamed, going at it like that. In //my// house!" "W-We're sorr --" you begin to say, but she freezes you with a look that says //I don't wanna hear it//. You decide a better course of action would be to finish buttoning and zipping up your pants. She turns to your best friend. "Well, (print:$friend_name)," she says coolly. "What do you have to say for yourself?" (print:$friend_name)'s eyes seemed to be glued to the floor. Her step-mother nods. "I thought so." She holds out her hand. "You might as well give me those pants, (print:$name) -- you aren't putting them back on until you've had your //spanking//." Now (print:$friend_name)'s face changes. She lifts her eyes in horrified disbelief, first at her step-mother, then at you, then back again. Her face first drains of color, and then her cheeks and ears start to burn red. "B-But...//But//--" "//Bare// butt, in fact," her step-mother quips, leaving (print:$friend_name) stunned and stammering. "As for //you//," she says, turning back to you again, "I'll let your parents deal with you. (print:$friend_name) is my responsibility, so I'll be dealing with //her// the same way I've taught her. Bad girls get spanked in this house, and I don't care //how// 'grown up' you claim to be." She looks back at (print:$friend_name) and her eyes flash again as she snatches the blue jeans out of her hands. "(print:$friend_name) -- go get me the //belt//." (print:$friend_name)'s jaw drops, and so does your own. A sudden, strange rush of emotions you can't possible explain washes over you. You have to say something. //Something//! [[(to her step-mom): "You can't do that!"|STAND UP FOR FRIEND]] [[(to (print:$friend_name)): "Ha! Sucks to be you!"|MAKE FUN OF FRIEND]] [[Be silent|SAY NOTHING]]

"You can't do that!" (print:$friend_name)'s step-mother raises her eyebrows. "Oh?" She gives you a once-over, her glasses sternly perched at the end of her nose. "And who are //you// to tell //me// what I do in //my house//?" You feel as though she shrunk you two feet shorter just by giving you that look -- but beside you, you can see (print:$friend_name)'s face soften from the corner of your eye. So you press on. "(print:$friend_name) isn't a kid. You can't just //spank// her for kissing her (print:$gender)friend!" (print:$friend_name)'s face lights up, and she gives you a proud smile. "I most certainly //can//, and //will//," her step-mother replies simply. She looks you once over again (as you try to keep your knees from trembling) and then at your best friend. She puts her finger to her cheek, pretending to be deep in thought. "Now, it may be a while since I've dated, (print:$name)," she says, "but please remind me: do you //have// to take off your pants to kiss your (print:$gender)friend?" That stops you in your tracks, and your face falls. You glance over at (print:$friend_name), who shrugs as though to say, //It was worth a shot.// She smiles appreciatively, adding: //Thank you.// Her step-mother folds her arms again, glaring at the two of you, looking as though she'd like to bend you //both// over the sofa right now. But you're still glad you stood up for (print:$friend_name) -- after all, what are best friend's for? (set:$appreciation="friend") [[Continue|10]]

"Ha! Sucks to be you!" (print:$friend_name)'s face falls and she glares at you furiously. "//(print:$name)!//" she exclaims. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her stepmother try (and fail) to suppress a smirk by covering her mouth. "What?" you say, holding out both hands. "We //did// get caught. What'd you expect?" "But I'm gonna get //spanked//!" she spits out furiously, her face reddening with every word. "And you're -- you're just...you don't get //anything//!" You shrug, giving her step-mother a look. "And that's why I said: //sucks to be **you**.//" As (print:$friend_name) splutters, so upset she's forgetten she's half-naked, you and her step-mother exchange a look. She's quirked an eyebrow as though reconsidering her opinion of you -- and from the way her lips pulls into a small smile, you can tell it's //improving//. //(print:$friend_name) did mention that she thinks her step-mother likes embarrassing her,// you think. //Maybe she **likes** that I'm teasing her//. Suddenly, it seems as though you and your best friend's curvy blonde step-mother are on the same //team//.(set:$appreciation="step-mom") (print:$friend_name), on the other hand, is scowling at you with a betrayed, vengeful look that practically burns a hole in your face. You give her a cheesy smile. [[Continue|10]]

"Go and get the belt //now//, young lady," your friend's step-mother commands. "You know where it is, and you know //just// what you've earned. And I'll be adding //more// for every second you dawdle!" (print:$friend_name) apparently believes her, because she doesn't dawdle for even an instant. She avoids your eyes as she turns, still blushing scarlet, and pads into the hall. "As for //you//," her step-mother says, fixing you with her gaze, "I want //you// to go and wait up in her bedroom. She'll come up once she's done with her punishment. And," she adds, her voice becoming sterner now, "I do //not// want you trying to //watch!// I think you've seen //enough// of (print:$friend_name)'s heinie for one day, don't you?" You swallow hard. "Besides, I know you kids: everything you see, you've got to take a picture of and post on Snapgram or whatever," she adds, annoyed. "So //stay in the room,//" she repeats, pointing in your face, "and //don't// try to get a peek. I may not be your mother, but you better believe I can treat you like I am. Got it?" You nod. Maybe it's all of the excitement -- but this conversation seems to have made you (if:$gender is "boy")[hard](else:)[wet] all over again. "Good," she says, just as (print:$friend_name) comes back in holding an //enormous// black leather belt and looking like she's about to toss her cookies. Her blue eyes flicker up at you, and her cheeks burn as red as cocktail cherries. Her step-mother takes the belt before turning back to you. "Now //go//." [[Continue|10a]]

And so you walk past your best friend, taking special care not to glance back at her pretty round bottom (although it pains you to miss the chance). Her step-mother couldn't have been clearer: she does //not// want you seeing what's about to unfold. But how could that not make you want to see it //more//? You go into (print:$friend_name)'s bedroom and close the door. They must have been waiting to hear the door shut, because as soon as it does, your best friend and her step-mother start talking again. Their voices are muffled, but as they talk, their voices rise until you can hear practically every word. "//But mooooom!//" "//Enough! I told you the rules on (print:$gender)s in my house, and you deliberately disobeyed me. Now you're getting...//" She lowers her voice until you can't see it...even with your ear pressed against the door. That's when you realize that the door has been pushed ever-so-slightly open from your pressing...and neither of them heard it. You give the door the slightest tap, and it swings just far enough open that you could slip out without a sound. And then, you could creep along the hallway until you get to the living room threshhold -- and then, if you're very careful, you can peek out the doorframe and //see what's going on//...(set:$turn=1) [[Try to peek|SNEAKING A LOOK]] [[Stay in the room|10b]]

{ }"This isn't //fair//," (print:$friend_name) whines. "Can't you just...like, //ground// me?" Her hair is still mussed from your interrupted tryst, and her the neckline of her shirt is pulled ascew on her shoulder. "If you could learn your lesson from having your phone taken away a couple of weeks, I wouldn't have told you to bring me this belt," her step-mother replies. She folds the belt and places it beside her on the couch, then sits down next to it. "Spanking you with my //hand// apparently hasn't been enough to get you to remember the //rules.//" "But //Heidiiiii,//" (print:$friend_name) groans, stamping her foot in exasperation. Then, she speeks in a lower voice. "Can't you just -- spank me after (print:$name) leaves?" She glances down at the scary-looking belt. "With the hairbrush? Like, at bedtime?" She clasps her hands together. "//Pleeeease?!// It can be as long as you want, and I won't even complain!" "This isn't about what //I// want," her step-mother says, annoyed. "It's about what you've //earned// for yourself. And //don't// call me by my first name -- it's //rude//. Now //take down those pants//." Seeing your best friend begging for a hairbrush spanking has already had quite an effect on you -- and now, grumbling to herself, she's pulling her pants down with her back to you. Her perfect bottom is pale, and one side of her pink undies are caught in the cleft between round buttocks, baring even more of her right cheek. She straightens, biting her lip. "Panties, too." Groaning, (print:$friend_name) obeys. She pulls them to the floor and steps forward from her abandoned underwear and jeans. Now completely naked from the waist down, her long legs seem to twitch with anticipation, and you see every tensing of every muscle. "Take off your shirt and bra as well. You're going to be completely naked for this spanking." Now (print:$friend_name) is staggered. "//Wh-What?! Mom!//" Her step-mother is unmoved. "You seemed perfectly willing to do so just a few minutes ago. I don't see why you should object now." "It's //embarrassing!//" "It certainly //is//," her step-mother rejoins, leaning forward. "And it //ought// to be. You should be //embarrassed// by how you've behaved, and if you're not, stripping down for your spanking ought to help you along. Now, are you going to undress, or do I have to undress you //myself//?" By now, (print:$friend_name) is whimpering helplessly. Her face is glowing red as she pulls her shirt over her head and drops it to the floor. She unclasps her bra and it drops down; her breasts aren't nearly as large as her step-mother's but they're perky and round with light pink nipples. You watched in stunned silence as your best friend, completely nude, steps back, slaps her hands against her sides, and shrugs up her shoulders in a gesture of defiant submission. "Happy?!" she says. Her step-mother smirks. "As a matter of fact," she says, "I //am//."(set:$seen=$seen+(a:"friend naked"))

(print:$friend_name)'s step-mom could //not// have been more clear: you are supposed to //stay in the bedroom// while your best friend is getting her spanking just in the other room. //No peeking//. //At **all**//. So you sit on your friend's polka-dot pattern bedspread, kicking your feet off the edge. Down the hall, you can hear the sounds of (print:$friend_name)'s punishment, but as for how her full bottom looks, bouncing and reddening under her step-mother's firm hand...well, you just have to use your imagination. And your imagination is running //wild//. You close your eyes, trying to focus on the sound. Each swat is followed by a pleading cry, a wail of pain and complaint. In your mind's eye, you can see how (print:$friend_name)'s tushy pinkens: solitary marks at first, pink and by her sit spots where her thighs meet her buttocks, her step-mother's primary target. Then, a spreading rosiness, a warm glow. Perhaps now your best friend's eyes are brimming with humiliated tears. Or maybe they're streaking down her crimson face... //Oh my god I can't do this.// But you have to -- right? She //said// if you were caught it'd be bad for you //both// -- and you can't risk //that//... Can you?(set:$turn=2) [[Try to peek|SNEAKING A LOOK]] [[Stay in the room|10c]]

You're sitting on the bed and casually reading a magazine when (print:$friend_name) opens the door. Her face is red from crying and streaked with shiny drying tears. She's dressed again, and her nose glistens as she sniffles. She looks at you and rolls her eyes. (unless:$appreciation is "turned in")["Don't act like you weren't listening."](else:)["Enjoy the show?" she says wryly.] You make a face: //Who, me?!// "Har, har," she groans, shuffling over to the bed. She collapses, face first, onto the bedspread, her heinie in the air. You can almost feel the heat pouring off of it, even through her jeans. [[Continue|11a]]

"We're starting over my lap," your best friend's step-mother says. "With my hairbrush, as usual." When your friend's face seems to become briefly hopeful, she quirks an eyebrow and adds: "The belt will be next." (print:$friend_name) bites her lip and shifts anxiously foot-to-foot. She clearly //wants// to object -- but she knows exactly what will happen if she does: The same thing. Only //worse//. So she reluctantly climbs over her step-mother's knee, shifting herself forward so that her face is almost against the other armrest and her bottom is lifted in the air across her step-mother's thighs. She rests her chin on her forearm, her pretty face a picture of worry and dread. Her step-mother reaches over to the stand beside the couch and takes out the hairbrush. It's long, sleek, and dark-brown, with a head the size of your palm. She turns it bristles up. "Now. What do you have to say for yourself?" she says as she lines up the head of the brush with poor (print:$friend_name)'s supple behind. "I-I'm //sorry//, I guess," your best friend says. "You //guess//?" her step-mother replies. "You'll have to do better than //that//. This is why we're starting with the //brush//." And then, she lifts up her arm high, and brings it down //hard//. //CRACK!// The hairbrush flattens your best friend's right ass cheek, and her blue eyes widen. But she hardly has time to cry out before the brush is up again and on it's way down -- //WHACK!// "//Gngaaahaowww!//" (print:$friend_name) exclaims, her voice quavering. The second //smack// has landed on her bare left cheek while her right buttock is still rippling, and the powerful impact has made her slide her face into the armrest. "//Owwwwwwwieeee! It huuurts!//" "I bet it //does//," is her step-mother's only rejoinder before bringing down a third powerful //THWACk// on her bare behind. And so, the spanking continues. Poor (print:$friend_name) kicks up her feet, grasps the armrest of the sofa, and squeezes until her knuckles turn white. The //WHACK! THWACK! WHACK!// of the hairbrush on her bare bottom becomes a steady rhythm, and her bottom blushes red where the hairbrush lands. Soon, her entire backside is a throbbing cherry-red, and she's gasping between smacks, fighting back tears (with limited success) as oval-shaped red marks swell across her heinie. "//WAHAAAAHAA!// //CRACK! WHACK! WHACK! THWACK!// "//GAAHAAAAAAHAAAAOOOOOWWW!//" As tears are just starting to well-up in your best friend's eyes -- and her backside is just about to be completely colored a warm, smarting red -- she tenses her entire body and scissors her feet, gripping the armrest as though for dear life! "//I'M SORRYYYYYIIIEEEE!//" she wails. "//P-P-PUHLEAASE, MOMMY! I'M SORRYYYYYYYYEEEEE!//" Her sobbing continues well after the brush has been set down, and her fiery red behind is left to steam and haze the air with heat. Her step-mother sets the brush on the stand beside the sofa, placing on hand on her step-daughter's tender haunch and giving a light squeeze. "I know, sweetie," she says. "Right now, you're sorry you were //caught//." Your best friend sniffles, her hot and blushing face turning back as she looks over her shoulder. "But that isn't enought to be sure you won't do it again," her step-mother says. "Which is why //now// you need to go and wet your bottom. For the //belt//."(set:$seen=$seen+(a:"friend spanked with brush"))

Your best friend is still draped over her step-mother's knee, but the hairbrush that's spanked her bare bottom to bright scarlet has been set aside, and your step-mother is waiting for her to stand. (print:$friend_name), however, is confused -- and the punishment is far from over. "W-Wet my...//what?//" Your best friend's voice is small and wet and sputtering as she's released from her step-mother's lap. She stands, careful of her glowing magenta behind as she gets up and tries to wipe her eyes. "You heard me," her step-mother says, folding her arms. "Go to the bathroom and splash some water on your bottom to get it good and wet. Then come back here for your belt spanking." "Wh-//Why//?" Her step-mother only leans back, looking your trembling friend from top to bottom. "Because," she says, "I //said// so. Now //go//." Her voice is stern enough that (print:$friend_name) swallows any objections. She turns and walks naked to the hallway -- -- which, you realize much to late, means she's //walking directly towards you.// "Oh //shitshitshit//," you say beneath your breath, pulling back from the threshhold and looking frantically to and fro. There's nowhere to hide. Your best friend, wearing nothing but her birthday suit, comes out into the hallway... ...and practically //bumps into you.// "(print:$name)?!" she whispers, eyes wide. "What the frik are you --" Then she remembers that she's completely nude, and her heinie is bright red from the hairbrush warm up. She covers her nipples with both hands. Her face flushes crimson. You give what you hope to God is an endearing shrug. (if:$appreciation is "friend")[(print:$friend_name) sucks her teeth and gives you a look that says, //You have a LOT of nerve//. She puts her hands on her hips, shaking her head, and rolls her eyes. "//You **suck*,//" she whispers just before pushing past you and padding into the kitchen. But she doesn't say anything else. "(print:$friend_name)?" your step-mother calls from the living room. "I don't hear the water running!" "I'm going, I'm going," she replies, flipping you a middle finger just as she goes into the bathroom, which is just down the hall from her bedroom. You step back as quietly as you can, watching her as she opens the faucet, turns her back to the mirror, and splashes her cherry-red behind with a few handfuls of water. The water slides down the curves of her tushy, water slithering into her crack and down her bare thighs. She turns, gives you another glare, and then turns off the water. "//Enjoy the show, perv,//" she mutters as she leaves. She walks back into the living room, where her step-mother is waiting... You breath a deep sigh of relief.(set:$appreciation="used") [[Continue|SNEAKING A LOOK]]]{ }(else:)[(print:$friend_name) looks from you to the bedroom door and then back at you. Her pretty face breaks into an evil grin. "...//wait//..." you whisper. "//D-Don't...don't do anything --//" "Mom?" she calls back toward the living room, and your heart drops into your butt. "Is //(print:$name)// supposed to be out here?" You cringe into yourself like a cat burglar who just knocked over a whole cabinet's worth of pots and pans. For a moment, the living room is silent. Then, you hear footsteps, and in seconds (print:$friend_name)'s step-mother is standing at the doorway. Holding the folded belt in one hand. "No," she says, and her voice is like the first rumblings of an earthquake, "No, (if:$gender is "girl")[s]he is //not//." (set:$appreciation="turned in") [[Continue|GET CAUGHT]]]

Your best friend steps into the living room, naked from head to toe. Her backside is glowing ruby-red from her hairbrush spanking -- but she's nowhere near done. As she steps up to the couch, her step-mother stands and puts her hands on her hips. "Let's see," she says, nodding for (print:$friend_name) to spin around. Obediently, (but biting her lip hard enough to leave white toothmarks) your best friend turns. Her bottom is shiney and freshly wet, dripping with soft //plp// sounds onto the hardwood. "You know why I had you wet your bottom?" her step-mother asks as she takes her by the elbow and guides her to the couch. (print:$friend_name) walks stiffs, silently shaking her head. "Because a spanking hurts more on a wet bottom. Especially with the belt. I learned //that// the hard way, from my //own// mom," she adds wryly, a smirk playing at her lips. "A long, long time ago." (print:$friend_name) is silent. A solitary drop of water trails down her backside, sliding faster as it reaches her thighs and snakes in towards her knee. She shifts nervously from foot to foot. "Bend over the back of the couch, at your waist," her step-mother says, lifting the folded belt. (if:$appreciation is "used")[Just before assuming the position, (print:$friend_name) glances balefully over her shoulder. Her step-mother might have thought she was just flicking hair out of her face. But you know she's looking back at where you're hidden, looking on. ](print:$friend_name) walked around the couch, bends over, and arches her back. Her round butt cheeks are evenly sore and dark pink from the hairbrush spanking as the belt taps against them. "Feet apart -- like that. Good." Your best friend swallows, dropping her head. Her step-mother draws back the folded belt... ...and //swings!// //**fthWHACK**!// "//Oh!//" (print:$friend_name)'s buttocks are flattened beneath the line of the belt, and drops of water fly out in all directions. She jerks her head up. //**ffthWOCK!**// The belt //splats// hard across both cheeks, and (print:$friend_name) kicks up one foot! "Are you feeling sorry for breaking the rules yet, (print:$friend_name)?" //**fffTHWOCK!**// "//Gaaahaaa!// Y-Yes! I'm sorry!" (print:$friend_name)'s bottom is glowing now as another searing red stripe blooms across the underside of each buttock. Her foot twitches and her cheeks clench, bracing -- "Good." //**fffBHWOCK!**// -- but there's no bracing for the heavy //swing// of the belt as it lands, wrapping itself around her backside and lurching her forward with its heft. Her butt cheeks bounce wildly, no matter how tightly she tries to tense them, and her cry is so loud you wince yourself! //**fffBWACK!**// The sound of the belt connecting with (print:$friend_name)'s perfect heinie is thunderous and wet, like a sudden storm. Her step-mother was clearly right, based on the sounds alone: a spanking //does// hurt more on a wet bottom. (print:$friend_name) further proves the point by howling and kicking up one foot at a time, her tushy bright scarlet and hot! "Are you going to fool around with (print:$name) again while you're in //my// house?" her step-mother asks. //**ffBWOCK!**// "//Gnnuhhhh! Owwwwwwieee! No, mom! I p-promise!//" (print:$friend_name) is sobbing now, her brilliantly sore butt cheeks twin beacons of pain. "//I w-w-woooooon't!//" She hiccups, tears streaming down her freckled cheeks. "Good. Because now you know what //happens// if you //do//." //**ffBWOCK!**// (print:$friend_name) wails, gripping the couch cushions for dear life. "What happens if you fool around with (print:$gender)s in my house, (print:$friend_name)? On //my// couch?" //**ffTHWOCK!**// "//BWAAAHAAAAAOWWWW!//" (print:$friend_name) is gasping and blubbering now, her knees trembling and her composure completely gone. "//I'm sorry!//" "I //said// --" //**ffTHWOCK!**// "//What. Happens?//" (print:$friend_name)'s bottom is deep, swollen maroon. The even shading of the hairbrush has given way to the much darker, much heavier magenta of the belt strokes. She can barely clench her butt cheeks together now without a surge of pain, so you're getting a //very// good view of everything there is to see from back here. She gasps, spluttering, swallows, and cries. "//I get spanked! I get spaaaaaanked! If I break the rules I'll g-gget spaaaahaaaanked!//" "Good," her step-mother replies sounding //very// satisfied. "I'm glad we're clear. Now, then, we're //almost// done." //**ffTHWOCK! ffTHWOCK! ffWHOCK!**//(set:$seen=$seen+(a:"friend spanked with belt"))

For a little while, neither of you speek. (print:$friend_name) lies with her warm face pressed into the bedspread, both hands reaching back to rub her sore cheeks. You can hear her step-mother in the kitchen, getting it ready for dinner. Pots and pans clank together, and you can just barely make out her //chopping// vegetables. (print:$friend_name)'s moaning is muffled by the pillow. After a while, the silence become heavy. //I've gotta say something,// you think. And so you do: [(unless:$appreciation is "used")[["How was it?"]<0|(if:$seen contains "friend naked")[ ["Why did your mom make you get naked?"]<1|](if:$seen contains "friend spanked with brush")[ ["Did the hairbrush hurt?"]<2|]](if:$seen contains "friend spanked with belt" or $appreciation is "used")[ ["Jeez, that was a doozy, huh?"]<3|]]<conversation|{ }(click:?0)[(replace:?conversation)["How was it?" (print:$friend_name) turns her head. Her eyes are narrowed and her make-up is streaked. Her freckled cheeks are still red and shiny from tears and she sniffs before saying: "How do you //think//?" You shrink back, then pick up your magazine again. "//Touchy, touchy// you mutter beneath your breath. Poor (print:$friend_name) //thwumps// her face into the bedspread again, her round bottom in the air, and groans loudly again. (if:$seen is (a:))[[[Continue|ENDING 5]]] (else-if:$a+$b+$c+$d is 0)[[[Continue|ENDING 6]]] (else-if:$appreciation is "used")[[[Continue|ENDING 7]]]]]{ }(click:?1)[(replace:?conversation)["Why did your mom make you get naked?" "//Step-mom,//" she corrects bitterly. "And I think it's just so she can make me --" She stops. Her eyes narrow suspiciously, then widen. And she looks at you. "...Waitaminute...how did //you// know that..." You realize your mistake exactly too late: the only way you'd have known that (print:$friend_name) had to strip naked for her spanking would be if you'd been watching. Now you're watching that exact realization dawn in your best friend's pretty blue eyes. //Uh-oh.// "You //peeked?//" she exclaims. "I-I just...w-well, the door was open, and I -- I just --"(if:$appreciation is "friend")[ She rolls her eyes at your stammering, her cheeks already blushing anew. "God, (print:$name), you are such a //perv//!" She grabs a stuffed teddy bear from the bedspread and chucks it at you. It bounces off your face. "I'm sorry, okay? I couldn't help it!" (print:$friend_name) shakes her head. She sighs deeply. "Frik! I wanna frikkin' //kill you// right now!" she says at last. But it doesn't sound very sincere. Then, looking at you and biting the inside of her cheek, she says: "You're lucky you're cute, you know that?" You can't help but grin.(set:$appreciation="used") [[Continue|ENDING 6]]](else:)[(print:$friend_name)'s face blushes scarlet again, and her mouth twitches with fury. You recognize this expression from only a handful of times you're seen it over the course of 15 years of friendship, but you know it immediately. She's //pissed//. And she wants to get //even//. Then, her eyes light up: a realization. She looks from you to the door and back. She starts to evilly grin. You realize what she's thinking and your stomach plummets. "W-Wait...hang on just a second -- //let's talk about this!//" Then, at the top of her lungs, she shouts: "//Moooooom! (print:$friend_name) was peeking!!!!//"(set:$appreciation="turned in") [[Continue|GET CAUGHT]]]]]{ }(click:?2)[(replace:?conversation)["Did the hairbrush hurt?" you ask, unable to suppress your curiousity. "Or was the belt way worse?" "They //both// frikkin' //hurt//," she says bitterly, reaching back to rub her bottom as she does. "But, like, it's a totally different feeling with the --" She stops. Her eyes narrow suspiciously, then widen. And she looks at you. "...Waitaminute...how did //you// know that..." You realize your mistake exactly too late: the only way you'd have known that (print:$friend_name) got a hairbrush spanking //in addition// to her belt spanking would be if you'd been watching. Now you're watching that exact realization dawn in your best friend's pretty blue eyes. //Uh-oh.// "You //peeked?//" she exclaims. "I-I just...w-well, the door was open, and I -- I just --"(if:$appreciation is "friend")[ She rolls her eyes at your stammering, her cheeks already blushing anew. "God, (print:$name), you are such a //perv//!" She grabs a stuffed teddy bear from the bedspread and chucks it at you. It bounces off your face. "I'm sorry, okay? I couldn't help it!" (print:$friend_name) shakes her head. She sighs deeply. "Frik! I wanna frikkin' //kill you// right now!" she says at last. But it doesn't sound very sincere. Then, looking at you and biting the inside of her cheek, she says: "You're lucky you're cute, you know that?" You can't help but grin.(set:$appreciation="used") [[Continue|ENDING 6]]](else:)[(print:$friend_name)'s face blushes scarlet again, and her mouth twitches with fury. You recognize this expression from only a handful of times you're seen it over the course of 15 years of friendship, but you know it immediately. She's //pissed//. And she wants to get //even//. Then, her eyes light up: a realization. She looks from you to the door and back. She starts to evilly grin. You realize what she's thinking and your stomach plummets. "W-Wait...hang on just a second -- //let's talk about this!//" Then, at the top of her lungs, she shouts: "//Moooooom! (print:$friend_name) was peeking!!!!//"(set:$appreciation="turned in") [[Continue|GET CAUGHT]]]]]{ }(click:?3)[(replace:?conversation)["Jeez, that was a doozy, wasn't it?" you say. (print:$friend_name) groans, nodding into the bedspread. "You can say //that// again..." You grin from ear to ear before replying: "Jeez -- that was a doozy, wasn't it?" She chucks a teddy bear at you and it bounces off your face. You react just in time to block the next projectile plushie, laughing all the while... (if:$appreciation is "used")[[[Continue|ENDING 6]]](else:)[[[Continue|ENDING 5]]]]]

(if:$appreciation is "turned in" and $turn > 4)[The bedroom door swings open, revealing (print:$friend_name)'s step-mother looking exasperated, one hand on her hip. "//What// is all this about?" Your best friend wastes no time. "(print:$name) was peeking at my spanking," she declares, pointing at you. "Even though you said to stay in the bedroom, (if:$gender is "girl")[s]he peeked." Now her step-mother turns that withering gaze on you. "...Is this true?" she says after a slight pause. You swallow hard. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see (print:$friend_name) smirking at you. There's a //See how **you** like it!// look in her eyes... ...because it looks like you're about to see //exactly// how much you like getting the same treatment she did.(set:$preparation=1) Her step-mother stands to her full height and folds her arms. "I'm not hearing you deny it," she says, her voice low and dangerous. Then, she cocks one eyebrow up and steps forward slowly. "Well, then. In that case, it seems like //you've// earned yourself a punishment as well, haven't you?" She glances over at (print:$friend_name). "And it's only fair if (print:$friend_name) gets to watch you get //your// spanking. Just like you watched hers..." You try to speek but only succeed in making a small noice from the back of your throat. (display:"PREPARATION") (display:"HAND SPANKING FROM STEP-MOM") [[Continue|ENDING 8]]](else:)["Well, well, well," (print:$friend_name)'s step-mother says in that low, dangerous voice, walking slowly to the living room threshhold. "//What// have we here?" You try to shrink yourself down to an invisible size. It's not working. "I thought I told you to //stay in the bedroom//," she goes on. Then she glances back at your fully naked friend, whose blushing red face is still bright, blue eyes shining with unshed tears. "Ah," she says. "I suppose you couldn't resist, is that it?" You're paralyzed in place. She nods as though you had answered. "I see. Well, then. You might as well go and wet your bottom too. Now I've got //two// backsides to dead with." She turns, leaving you stock-still in the hallway, stunned. (if:$appreciation is "turned in")[Your best friend's eyes widen. "Wh-What?! I'm still getting spanked?!" "Your punishment is far from over, young lady," is her stepmother's rejoinder. "You'll //both// be receiving a belt spanking, now." (print:$friend_name) pouts.](else:)[Your friend looks at you meaningfully, meeting your eyes. Her expression is strange as she bites her lip, and her blue eyes seem to say: //At least we're in it together now!// You're not sure if you feel the same way.] (print:$friend_name)'s step-mother turns back to you, a slight smirk playing at her lips. "You wanted a front row seat -- but I guess you got more than you bargained for, huh?"(set:$preparation=2) (display:"PREPARATION") [[Continue|DOUBLE SPANKING]]]

You and (print:$friend_name) -- your best friend for almost 16 years, basically your entire life -- are shoulder to shoulder, naked head to toe, bare bottoms in the air, bent over the couch for a spanking. Her bottom, of course, is already red from her thorough hairbrush spanking, but yours is pale and freshly white. Your friend has her elbows locked, arms propping her up, gently pressing her breasts together, the brush of pink at their creamy tips stiff...perhaps from the cold, although it isn't very chilly. Side by side, you try to meet your friend's eye while her hair hands over her face. She sweeps it behind her ear, then gives you a nervous, fleeting smile. You're standing on the left, so as your friend's step-mother lines up her swing, she's standing closer to you. You swallow hard. "(print:$name)," her step-mother asks casually. "Is there anything you'd like to say to (print:$friend_name) before we start?" You glance to your right. "I-...I'm sorry I p-peeked. On your spanking." (print:$friend_name) says nothing. She nods slowly. "Good (print:$gender)," her step-mother says. "Alright, then. Let's begin." Before you can fully process your situation, the belt is being hauled back and //swung!// //**ffTHWACK!**// "Oh!" you exclaim as the belt //slaps// across your bare backside. The pain seems to ride behind the //crack//ing sound, like lightening following thunder. Before it's fully registered, (print:$friend_name)'s step-mother has pulled back the belt and swung again! //**ffWHOCK!**// "//Gnnanaah!//" Your best friend lurches forward in the corner of her eye as her perfect bottom is //flattened// by the heavy belt. She gasps air, her blue eyes wide. //**ffTHWOCK!**// "//Owwww!//" You kick up one foot as the belt wraps across your heinie, clenching your jaw. The pain is //sensational//. You can //feel// a bright red mark blooming across both cheeks. //**ffffWACK!**// "GAAAAAAIAAH!" (print:$friend_name) grits her teeth as another smarting //whack// lands, the sound sharp and resonating. On and on, the double spanking winds. (print:$friend_name)'s eyes glisten with tears before yours, but your shouts are far louder, reverberating through the room! The two of your bottoms are //splatted// by the hard leather belt more times than you can count, and before long you're both gasping for breath. "What happens when you break the rules, (print:$friend_name)?" her step-mother asks. //**fffWHACK!**// "//Gaaaaiaeeeeeeeeeheee!// I get spanked! //I get spanked!//" your best friend squeals, wiggling wildly in place as a bonfire dances across her heinie. "And you, (print:$name) -- what've //you// got to say for yourself?" //**ffffWOCK!**// "//Bwwwaaahaaaaaaoawwww!// I'm sorry I peeked! //I'm sorryyyyyyyeeee!//" The two of you have tears streaming down your faces and dropping off your noses. Every belting //crack// sends you lurching forward, one after the other like a seesaw. You wail and plead and apologize as your bottoms are spanked, and at last your cries are incoherent and you both dissolve into sobs. Your side-by-side bottoms are ruby-red and fiery hot, and when, in a fit of wriggling, (print:$friend_name) bumps her hip against yours and you can //feel// the heat, the searing pain in her tushy //plapping// against yours. You're gasping and sobbing and hiccuping when you realize that you haven't heard another //crack//... ...and your spanking is finally over. "Stand up," (print:$friend_name)'s step-mother says, and you both obey shakily, sniffling and red-reared. "Now." She waves the folded belt at you. "I want you both to //remember// this lesson. From now on, as long as you're in //my// house you follow //my rules//." She looks meaningfully at you, although with all of the tears you struggle to meet her eyes. "//Both// of you. Understand?" You and your best friend promise to behave, your voices quivering and your faces wet. You apologize for just about every bad thing you've ever done. You can hardly remember what you said -- you couldn't even hear yourself over the smarting in your backside. But whatever it was, (print:$friend_name)'s step-mother is satisfied. "Good," she says at last. "Now -- I want the //two// of you to do your cornertime //together//. So come stand here by the wall..." (if:$appreciation is "friend" or "used")[[[Continue|ENDING 9]]](else-if:$appreciation is "turned in" or "step-mom" or 0)[[[Continue|ENDING 8]]](set:$spanked_by_stepmom=$spanked_by_stepmom+1)

(if:$preparation is 1)["Take off your pants, (print:$name)," your best friend's step-mother says as she takes a seat at the edge of (print:$friend_name)'s bed. She brushes off her lap and sits primly, back straight. "(print:$friend_name), you can sit beside me to hold (if:$gender is "boy")[his](else:)[her] hands still. Her step-daughter enthusiastically accepts her role, bouncing on the bed and smirking up at you. You scowl. You unbutton your jeans and slide them to your knees as both women watch you. (print:$friend_name) seems gleeful, even giddy; her step-mother, on the other hand, is patient and sober. But when you pull your pants down to your knees and step forward, they both laugh. "Not so fast, (print:$name)," your best friend giggles. "A spanking in //this// house is always on the bare," her step-mother agrees. She tilts her head. "You ought to know //that// by now." You groan, biting your lip...but don't argue. Instead, you turn around pull your (if:$gender is "boy")[boxers](else:)[panties] down to your knees as well. Both women get a full-on look of your bare ass, but you try to cup your hands as best you can over(if:$gender is girl)[, the tuft of dark hair trailing down to where your thighs meet.](else:)[ your privates, which is made trickier by the fact that, for some reason, you're stiffening.] Your face is //burning//. (print:$friend_name) covers her mouth to suppress a laugh. Her step-mother simply says, "Might as well take them off completely. You'll kick them off otherwise. So you down. Then, naked from the waist down, your climb over her lap. (print:$friend_name) takes your arms by the wrists, smirking all the while. Once you're in position, your spanking begins.]{ }(if:$preparation is 2)[There's no getting out of it: you're about to share (print:$friend_name)'s punishment, no matter what you say. So you pull down your jeans and your underwear, then your shirt and your socks. Standing there stark naked next to (print:$friend_name), you feel a rush of something you can't describe... ...but you can tell by the way she looks at you that your best friend feels it too. After splashing some water of your bottom, your feel the cold, humiliating draught even more than before. As you walk to the couch, your backside drips, leaving a trail. You try to cover your front with both hands, but as for your behind, there's no use -- (print:$friend_name)'s step-mom is getting a //full view//. A //front-row seat,// as she said. She smirks at you mildly as you pass. "Now, bend over the back of the couch with your bottom out, right beside (print:$friend_name). Hands flat on the cushion, like she has hers. Good. Hip to hip, cheek to cheek." As she says this, she taps the folded belt lightly against your hindquarters, then (print:$friend_name)'s. Your best friend makes a small, whinging noise and looks over at you with that same expression. Now that you're right beside her, you can smell her naked body, her shampoo. Her scent is light and flowery and pretty, just like hers. She looks at you again. Her blue eyes seem to say: //Well...here we go!// "Good. Right //there//," her step-mother declares. "Now, then -- you've made twice the work for me, (print:$name) -- so we had //better get started.//"]

You reach out your hand and pat her lightly on the shoulder. "Hey," you say lightly. "Look on the bright side -- at least it's over." "Easy for //you// to say," she snaps. "You didn't just get your //butt// beat with a freaking //belt//." "No, I didn't," you admit. Then, you reach out and touch her bottom over her jeans. She stiffens at first, wincing...but as you gently rub, she starts to go slack. "But think about it: you were //right there// in the other room with your bare bottom out -- and I didn't even get to look! Who's the //real// victim here?" Your best friend glares at you. Then, finally, she can't help it (despite biting the inside of her cheek hard): she grins. "Guess we'll have to pick things up again later, huh?" she says. "Hopefully sooner rather than later," you say. You continue to rub her bottom in a firm but gentle circle motion, and she coos appreciatively. "That actually feels good," she breathes. (if:$appreciation is "friend")[She opens one eye and glances up at you. "Do you...wanna see?" //More than anything else in the world.// (display:"SEE YOUR FRIEND'S BOTTOM")](if:$appreciation is "step-mom" or "used")[She frowns at you. "Why'd you have to tease me before?" You shrug your shoulders. "I was just playing around." She pouts. "Well, I think I've had enough playing around for one day." She crawls up on the bed on all fours, then surprises you by padding over to where you're sitting at the head of the bed. She whispers in your ear, close enough that you can feel her breath: "Come over tomorrow -- my step-mom will be at her friend's house in the afternoon." You raise your eyebrows. "You want to try //again//?" She smirks coyly, gingerly lowering herself onto her (if:$bared is 1)[naked ]haunches. "What can I say?" she says. "Some things are worth the risk."] [[View stats|STATS PAGE]]{ }(set:$which_end="Maybe your friend is right -- maybe some things //are// worth the risk! Keep that in mind and //try again//.")

You reach out your hand and pat her lightly on the shoulder. "Hey," you say lightly. "Look on the bright side -- at least it's over." "Easy for //you// to say," she snaps. "You didn't just get your //butt// beat with a freaking //belt//." "No, I didn't," you admit. //But I saw it!// you think triumphantly, replaying the images in your mind, now treasured memories (unless:$a+$b+$c+d is 0)[and photos]: (print:$friend_name) stripped named, over her mother's lap, bent over with her red bottom in the air, tearfully hugging her step-mom just after declaring she'll get spanked if she breaks the rules. //Can't let her know I saw any of that, though,// you think as the silence stretches on. "...But I can...uhm...//imagine// it wasn't fun." Your best friend glares at you. Then, finally, she can't help it (despite biting the inside of her cheek hard): she grins. "Guess we'll have to pick things up again later, huh?" she says. "Hopefully sooner rather than later," you say. You continue to rub her bottom in a firm but gentle circle motion, and she coos appreciatively. "That actually feels good," she breathes. (if:$appreciation is "friend")[She opens one eye and glances up at you. "Do you...wanna see?" //Oh, (print:$friend_name) -- I already have!// (unless:$a+$b+$c+d is 0)[You've even got the pics to prove it. ]But you're definitely not going to turn down an encore, so you nod. (display:"SEE YOUR FRIEND'S BOTTOM")](if:$appreciation is "step-mom" or "used")[She frowns at you. "Why'd you have to tease me before?" You shrug your shoulders. "I was just playing around." She pouts. "Well, I think I've had enough playing around for one day." She crawls up on the bed on all fours, then surprises you by padding over to where you're sitting at the head of the bed. She whispers in your ear, close enough that you can feel her breath: "Come over tomorrow -- my step-mom will be at her friend's house in the afternoon." You raise your eyebrows. "You want to try //again//?" She smirks coyly, gingerly lowering herself onto her (if:$bared is 1)[naked ]haunches. "What can I say?" she says. "Some things are worth the risk."] [[View stats|STATS PAGE]](set:$which_end="You've witnessed a scene you'll never forget...but what if you had done things differently?")

You reach out your hand and pat her lightly on the shoulder. "Hey," you say lightly. "Look on the bright side -- at least it's over." "Yeah," she sneers. "Unfortunately for //you//!" "Hey, now," you say defensively holding up both hands. "I'm just a bystander -- I didn't give you a spanking!" (print:$friend_name) narrows her eyes at you. "More like an //onlooker//. And you certainly didn't help." She reaches back and tenderly rubs her tushy, wincing. "Ooohhh! My butt //really// stings...I'm not gonna be able to sit right for a month..." She glares at you. "It's not //funny//!" "I wasn't laughing!" you exclaim, despite the obvious grin on your face. (print:$friend_name) sighs deeply and shakes her head. "Whatever. Like you said, at least it's over now: the embarrassment is finally //done//." (unless:$a+$b+$c+$d is 0)[Then her ears perk up and she raises her eyes to you again. "Wait a second..." She narrows her eyes -- she'd kill you if you said it, but her suspicious look is actually really cute. "Did you take //pictures//?" You open your mouth, then close it. She slams her face into the bedspread with a //fwump// and groans. "//Nnnngh!// (print:$name)! You're the //worst//!" Her face is already deeply flushed again when she looks up. "Show them to me. //Now//." So you do. (if:$a is 1)[(if:$a+$b+$c+$d > 1)[First, you ](else:)[You ]show her the pic of her standing naked in front of her step-mother, arms out gesturing, her expression indignant and her blush dark. ](if:$b is 1)[(if:$a+$b+$c+$d > 1 and $a is 1)[Then you ](else-if:$a+$b+$c+$d > 1)[First, you ](else:)[You ]show her the pic of her draped over her step-mother's lap, the hairbrush mid-impact with her supple, dancing bottom, her eyes wide with pain. ](if:$c is 1)[(if:$a+$b+$c+$d > 1 and $a+$b > 0)[Then you ](else-if:$a+$b+$c+$d > 1)[First, you ](else:)[You ]show her a picture of her step-mother swinging the belt at her raised bottom, just before the moment it connects with the tightly clenched, deep maroon tushy! ](if:$d is 1)[(if:$a+$b+$c+$d > 1)[Lastly, you ](else:)[You ]show her the picture you took of the aftermath: her bottom a deep ruby-red, she stands with her back to the camera and her face pressed into her step-mother's breasts. She shakes her head as you swipe through the pictures. "If any of these show up online, I will //kill// you," she says. "Don't worry," you reply. "These are just for me."] You think she's done with the topic, but then a strange look comes over her face. She turns to you with this new, curious expression and quirks one eyebrow. "What is it that you //like// about seeing me get spanked?" You scratch the back of your head, suddenly at a loss for words. Now it's //your// turn for your cheeks to get red. "Well," you begin. "I guess the fact that you're naked doesn't hurt..." She grins. "You like seeing me naked?" "Well, //duh//." "But what about the spanking itself?" She gives you a coy look. "If you really wanted to see me naked, I could just send you a sexy pic." Your ears burn red to the tips. "But when it comes to me getting spanked, you seem even more...//interested//." "Well..." you reply slowly. "It's tough to explain but...yeah," you say at last. "I //like// seeing you get spanked. It's...it's a turn-on. It's really hot." You shrug your shoulders. "I don't know why I just..." Your voice trails away. She crawls up on the bed on all fours, then surprises you by padding over to where you're sitting at the head of the bed. She whispers in your ear, close enough that you can feel her breath: "Come over tomorrow -- my step-mom will be at her friend's house in the afternoon." You raise your eyebrows. "You want to try //again//?" She smirks coyly, gingerly lowering herself onto her (if:$bared is 1)[naked ]haunches. "What can I say?" she says. "Some things are worth the risk."] [[View stats|STATS PAGE]]{ }(set:$which_end="Your best friend doesn't mind that you watched her spanking...but what if you had done things differently?")

Cornertime is a silent affair. There you stand: completely naked, bottom gleaming as it dries, cherry-red and swollen, striped. You have your hands on your head and your nose to the wall in your best friend's living room, just across from the couch where you were spanked, which is where her step-mother now sits reading a novel. Directly next to you is (print:$friend_name) -- your best friend all your life. She's completely naked as well, and her bottom is glowing an even darker shade of ruby red than yours is. She's got both hands on her head just like you do, and she's pointedly staring at the wall. At one point, she mutters at you beneath her breath: "//Jerk.//" "No talking," her step-mother warns as she turns her page. She licks her finger casually. "Remember the cornertime rules." (print:$friend_name) bites her lip. Even //without// the cornertime rules, neither of you would be feeling very chatty. Your faces as stony, even as you're both blushing brightly. Occasionally you flick your eyes over at (print:$friend_name) just to check that she isn't looking at you, and she does the same. Maybe you'll look back on today and it will all be a big laugh. Maybe getting spanked together on your bare bottoms in her living room will, eventually, bring the two of you closer together. But not today. Today, your butt //hurts//, dammit. Your face feels stiff from drying tears. Today you got //spanked// right next to your best friend, all because you couldn't resist peeking on her punishment! Would you do it again? ... You bite the inside of your lip, trying not to snort a laugh. Your best friend cuts her eyes at you with a //What's so funny?!// glare. Behind you, her step-mother looks up from her page. //Probably,// you think wryly to yourself, even as your bottom throbs. //Probably I would...// [[View stats|STATS PAGE]](set:$which_end="Your best friend's step-mom was happy to serve you a spanking of your own!")

So there you are: standing naked next to your best friend, silent, both of you with your hands atop your heads, your cherry-red bottoms on display. Behind you, on the couch, her step-mother reads a novel as the egg timer counts out the seconds of this last stage of your punishment with loud, insistent //ticking//. Your best friend glances over at you, her freckled face still flushed. "//So?//" she whispers. "//Was it worth it?//" "No talking," her step-mother warns as she turns her page. She licks her finger casually. "Remember the cornertime rules." So you don't reply...but you give her a cheeky grin, and that seems to say everything you need it to. When your cornertime is finally over, your both sent back to (print:$friend_name)'s bedroom. Once you're both fully dressed again for the first time in what feels like a long while, you thank her step-mother for your punishment, promise not to do it again, and head back to your best friend's room. Once inside with the door shut, you both start rubbing at your backsides. (print:$friend_name) arches her back and whimpers. "Oh my //god// that belt hurt!" she whines. "I don't think I'm gonna be sitting for the rest of my //life//." You wince as you rub your own sore tushy beneath your jeans. Frankly, you have to agree. Then (print:$friend_name) gives you a coy look, softly biting her upper lip. "Wanna compare marks?" she says. You grin back at her. "You read my mind," you say. (display:"LOOK AT BOTTOMS TOGETHER") When the two of you finally pull away from eachother, (print:$friend_name) wraps her arms around you. "I'm sorry my step-mom spanked you," she says into your chest." You grin, stroking her care. "It's okay. I didn't get it as bad as you did, anyway." (print:$friend_name) snorts a laugh as she looks back into your face. "You know," she says at last, "I don't think there's anyone in the world I'd rather get spanked with." She kisses you on the cheek. "Oh?" you say. "So then," you ask, tracing your fingers down the curve of her back, "would you risk it happening //again//?" She grins. You grin back. And again, it says all either of you need to say. [[View stats|STATS PAGE]](set:$which_end="You and your best friend were spanked, but it's brought you closer together than ever before.")

You and your friend have sex.(set:$sex=1)

But instead, you say nothing. For a quick moment, (print:$friend_name) looks at you expectantly. Her step-mother raises one eyebrow. You drop your eyes to the floor and keep silent. At last, they both seem to decide you have nothing to add. "It's not //fair//!" (print:$friend_name) says, stamping her foot. "You can decide what's //fair// when you're living under your own roof," her step-mother snaps back. "For now, misbehaving earns you a spanking, and that's //that//. Understood?" Your best friend opens her mouth as though to object again, but at the last second seems to think better of it. "Yes, ma'am," she replies in a smile voice. "//Good//. Now, then, let's begin..." [[Continue|10]]

(unless:$action is "peeking")[(set:$action="peeking")What else can you say? //This is just something I **can't miss...**// So you step out of (print:$friend_name)'s bedroom and into the hall, holding your breath so as not to make any noise. You walk on the balls of your feet, keeping on the carpet. //Quiet...quiet//...You come to the archway leading into the living room and peek around the edge. And there they are.](if:$turn is 1)[(set:$action="peeking")(set:$turn=$turn+1) (display:"SPANKING PART 1") (if:$camera_idea is 0)[You've got the best seat in the house, and it's a one-in-a-million view. //Maybe I ought to preserve this picture for posterity...//(set:$camera_idea=1) ][Take a picture]<pic| [[Continue|SNEAKING A LOOK]]{ }(click-replace:?pic)[You take out your phone and snap a pic. //Got it!// You glance at the screen. //That's one for the scrapbook...//(set:$a=1) ]]{ }(else-if:$turn is 2)[(set:$action="peeking")(set:$turn=$turn+1) (display:"SPANKING PART 2") (if:$camera_idea is 0)[You've got the best seat in the house, and it's a one-in-a-million view. //Maybe I ought to preserve this picture for posterity...//(set:$camera_idea=1) ][Take a picture]<pic| [[Continue|SNEAKING A LOOK]]{ }(click-replace:?pic)[You take out your phone and snap a pic. You look down and admire your photography skills.(set:$b=1)]]{ }(else-if:$turn is 3)[(set:$action="peeking")(set:$turn=$turn+1) (display:"SPANKING PART 3")]{ }(else-if:$turn is 4)[(set:$action="peeking")(set:$turn=$turn+1) (display:"SPANKING PART 4") As you're watching, you hear a soft rumbling noise coming from below. You glance down, confused -- only to see (print:$friend_name)'s cat rubbing against your leg! She looks up at you with yellow eyes, expecting to be pet. "//Shoo,//" you whisper, waving your hand. "//Go away!//" (unless:$medicine is "on")[But Whiskers does no such thing. Instead, she meows and rubs herself against your leg even more insistently, batting your shoe with her paw. "//Whiskers, get out of --//" You stop speeking as your face is seized by a sudden tickle that makes you twitch your nose. Your eyes sting, and it's an effort to keep them open. It suddenly dawns on you what's happening, and you face falls. //You're about to sneeze.// Whiskers looks up at you with her yellow eyes. You could //swear// she's smirking at you. You cover your mouth and nose with your palm, holding on for dear life. You press hard, thinking maybe you can //force// the sneeze back down. It's working! Your face relaxes. //Oh, thank god,// you think, sighing with relief. //That would have been a- a- ah- // "//aaaAAAHTCH-OO!//"(replace:?exit)[//**Oh god -- they heard you!**//] [[Continue|GET CAUGHT]]](else:)[//Good thing I took those allergy meds,// you think to yourself. Whiskers slinks back down the hallway without another sound. (if:$camera_idea is 0)[You've got the best seat in the house, and it's a one-in-a-million view. //Maybe I ought to preserve this picture for posterity...//(set:$camera_idea=1) ][Take a picture]<pic|(click-replace:?pic)[You snap a pic on your phone. //And...'set to wallpaper'...//(set:$c=1)] [[Continue|SNEAKING A LOOK]]]]{ }(else-if:$turn is 5)[(set:$action="peeking")(set:$turn=$turn+1) (display:"END OF SPANKING (P3)") [Take a picture]<pic|(click-replace:?pic)[You take a pic on your phone. //Now **there's** a Kodak moment...//(set:$d=1)]] [(if:$turn>4)[[[Go back to the room|11]]](else-if:$appreciation is "turned in")[](else:)[[[Go back to the room|10c]]]]<exit|(unless:$p3watched is "done")[(set:$watched_friend=$watched_friend+1)(set:$p3watched="done")]

Your friend stands up, unbuttons her pants, and winces as she struggles to shimmy them off her swollen butt. Her pink panties slide down with her snug jeans, and she meets your eye before blushing more. "Can't believe I'm doing this," she says beneath her breath, her freckled face flushed and still shiny from tears. Still, though, you can tell her excitement looking into her eyes. "I wanna see for myself, too," she says, guiding you both over to the full body mirror hanging from her door. She turns, says, "Ready?" then pulls her panties down like a magician pulling back a curtain. Her sore tushy springs out, brilliantly red and hot to the touch. You can practically hear it sizzle. "Ooooh," she says, touching it gently. She looks up at you, sees your spellbound expression, and grins. "Wanna touch it?" You don't need to be asked twice. (print:$friend_name)'s well spanked bottom is just as warm as it looks. She whimpers softly at first when your fingers touch her, but then she beams. "Give it a rub for good luck?" she whispers, giggling. Then she kisses you on the cheek. You feel your heart flutter, and you gently pull her towards you, She puts her arms around your neck and whispers: "//Worth it.//" Both of you look down into the mirror, admiring her step-mother's handiwork. It will be at least a few hours before the redness fades away, and probably much longer than that before she can sit without remembering these marks. But you know that, for you, the memory of this day will stay in your mind forever... The day you saw your best friend -- now girlfriend -- get spanked.(set:$appreciation="used")

The two of you walk stiffly to the full-length mirror at the back of her bedroom door. You turn and meet your best friend's eye, and she looks back at you with a small, shy grin. Then you both unbutton your pants and pull them down, along with your underwear, to your knees. Both of your bottoms are well-warmed and //very// red. They're the color of twin match-stick heads in the mirror as you both admire the marks. Your own tears are just starting to dry, and (print:$friend_name)'s are still shiny on her face. But when you look at each other -- both of you with your pants around your knees, holding out your spanked bottoms to the mirror glass -- you can't help but start to laugh. You giggle. Then chuckle. Then cackle and guffaw. The two of you, red-bottomed, standing and looking at your reflections in the mirror is suddenly the funniest thing either of you have ever seen! And just as the laughter is starting to fade, (print:$friend_name) steps forward and kisses you. Her pants are still down to bare her behind, and when she grabs and places your hand on her butt you can feel the warmth. You sink into the kiss slowly. It lasts a long, long time...

You said you'd stay in (print:$friend_name)'s bedroom, and here you are. You stand up and pace the pink-walled room, trying to take your mind off your best friend's spanking happening just down the hall. It isn't easy. //Especially// when you first hear the belt. Up to this point, you were able to hear the //smack// of hand-on-tushy, a thick sound, but, still, no so loud that you could still hear over yourself humming a tune. And (print:$friend_name)'s back-talk, animated as it is, had still not reached such a pitch that you could make out the words. But that changed when her step-mother started using //the belt//. First, there was a pause, and you could hear her step-mother's stern voice giving instructions. You couldn't make out all the words: something about, "keeping her bottom out" and "eyes forward". You hear footsteps as your friend gets into position. For a few moments, you couldn't hear anything but your best friend's sniffling and a tinkling sound like jangling car keys (probably the belt buckle her step-mother folded it in a loop). Then, you hear the first //CRACK//. It's so loud it might as well as well be in the room. Same goes for (print:$friend_name)'s wailing cry -- "//Ngggahahaaaaaaow!//" -- and, after a moment, her mother's stern instruction: "I said to //count//! Do I need to try again?" "//N-No! One, mom -- one, thank you!//" (set:$turn=4) Only when you let out your breath do you realize you've been holding it. //Holy shit//, you think. //(print:$friend_name)'s first ever belt spanking...// You try to picture it, but nothing you can conjure up in your mind does it justice -- especially not as the second //CRACK// lands. "//Waaahaaaaaaowww! Twooohooohooothankyoumom!!//" Here, your best friend's step-mom launches into a sermon in too low of a voice for you to follow. Besides, your ears are still ringing... You turn and see a stuffed teddy bear on (print:$friend_name)'s bed giving you the side-eye. "//What//?" you exclaim defensively. "She //told// me to stay here!" The teddy bear's look is relentless. You groan. "And what if I get caught?" Still, the same button-eyed look. You bite your nails. What are you going to do? [[[Try to peek|SNEAKING A LOOK]] [Stay in the room]<stay|]<choice|(click:?stay)[(replace:?choice)[//It's just not worth the risk,// you think finally. With one final annoyed look at the teddy bear, you sit up on the bed. After a moment, you turn him around so he's facing the pillows. And so, there you sit: surrounded by plush animals on your best friend's childhood belt while, just down the hall, her pert bottom is repeatedly //flattened// by the awe-inspiring might of her step-mother's forearm. Each //CRACK// of the belt brings a new picture of (print:$friend_name)'s round naked bottom to your mind, with a fresh red mark where the leather stripe lands. She counts out 5...then 10...then 15...then //20// belting blows. By the end, she's sobbing and spluttering out the count, apologizing for everything she's ever done. And at last, it's over. You hear her step-mother speeking, but it's tough to make up what she says over your best friend's hiccuping gasps. One thing is for sure though: (print:$friend_name) is //very// sorry. She gives a strained "Uhm-hm!" to every question, and finally, you hear her say wetly: "I-I-I'm s-s-sorry, mommy -- I-I swear, I w-won't do it again! I'll b-be good -- I promise!" Her step-mother sounds pleased. You hear the sobbing soften as she wraps your best friend in a hug. She says something that's just too low to hear, but (now that you have your ear pressed to the door) you hear your best friend's reply: "//I love you, too, mom.//" And then, with a light pat on the bottom, your best friend is told to get dressed and go to her room. [[Continue|11]]]]

You come back from the bathroom and walk out to the living room with your heart pounding in your chest. //Play it cool, (print:$name) -- she's your girlfriend now, after all!// Suddenly, you remember back to that one summer day: you had just learned that your best friend still got spanked, and you //had// to see it for yourself. You remember sneaking around the house, desperate for just a glimpse -- That was months ago, now. Still, a part of you can't get over it: the fact that your best friend -- (print:$friend_name)! a hot 19-year-old brunette with Calculus 101 homework in her backpack and a summer waitressing job, the girl-next door you've been pining over //your whole life// -- still gets //spanked//. Something about it just drives you //crazy// with curiousity. And sure, part of it is that she's told her these punishments are always "on the bare" -- seeing (print:$friend_name) perfectly round tushy, each firm cheek a lovely sphere, is //always// a sight to behold, but...but.... //But speeking of which...// (print:$friend_name) is on the couch when you arrive in the living room. She's giving you a look that could only possibly have one meaning. She's unbuttoned her jeans and leaning back on the cushions. Gracefully, she pulls down her pants, revealing her hips, the tuft of light hair just above where her thighs meet, and her long, smooth legs. She lifts the jeans in her forefinger and thumb, then lets them fall with a //thwump// to the floor. You haul ass over the couch so fast you almost trip, and she throws back her head and laughs. //So much for playing it cool//. When you get to her, she pulls you in so you're straddling her on your knees (if:$gender is "male")[your cock //throbbing// in your pants](else:)[your face flush and your breath tight]. She starts to unbutton your jeans and you flash back to the same dream you've had ever since you were a teenager. She smirks. "I've been waiting for this," she says in a breathy voice. //Oh, god, (print:$friend_name),// you think, almost laughing aloud, //you have no idea//. She unzips your pants and starts to shimmy them down your hips. (if:$gender is "boy")[Your hard cock //springs// out, pointing like an arrow to where it'd like to sink itself.](else:)[You're practically dripping now, and as she strokes between your thighs you gasp, electricity coursing through you.] You reach around her and unclip her bra, and she sighs happily. You lean down just she leans up, meeting your lips in a kiss, her hand on your face. As she pulls back, she bats her eyelashes. She's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen in your life. She (if:$gender is "boy")[wraps her hand around your member](else:)[wriggles one finger inside of you, just as your fingers are exploring the lips of her pussy], and your every muscle tenses. She closes her eyes, and a second later you close yours. You draw closer to kiss again. She moans softly, shifting from cheek to cheek of her naked bottom on the couch. "Okay," she says in a voice that is only a sigh. "Okay, I'm ready." (if:$gender is "boy")[She starts to guide you into her](else:)[You push your fingers into her, and her back arches as she moans again]... [[Continue|9c]]

If the step-mother likes you, she fucks you. #THE END (set:$ending=$ending+(a:"ending 10"))

(print:$ending)

It's been almost a year since the last time you saw (print:$friend_name) be spanked. But you know it's still happening: every once in a while, you'll catch her sitting gingerly across from you in the diner, or rubbing her backside in the bathroom mirror at her dorm. Once or twice, you could swear you've felt the warm aftermath of her step-mother's strict discipline on one of your nights of heavy petting in the backseat of her car... Usually, though, she flat-out tells you. Usually in a vent-session about her "sadist b*tch" step-mom and how much she wants to move out. You always tell (print:$friend_name) that her step-mother is crazy. You assure her that she's right, that she doesn't deserve getting spanked like a little kid. You act outraged and defensive. Taking her side seems to make her feel better. Less humiliated, at least. And isn't that what best friends -- and (print:$gender)friends -- are for? Truth be told, though, the thought of (print:$friend_name) bare-bottom over her attractive step-mother's lap, pale cheeks bouncing beneath that firm, strict hand, makes you feel a lot more //turned on// than //outraged//. But your best-friend-turned-girlfriend can't know how curious you are. She's already embarrassed enough that you //know// she gets spanked... "She's getting //more// strict!" she complained to you once. "Last time I broke curfew, she told me if I did it again she'd use a //belt// -- a //belt!//" But if you had a chance to see that for yourself...would you take it? [[Continue|9]](set:$ending=(a:))

(set:$name=(prompt:"What is your name?","ENTER YOUR NAME"))(set:$friend_name=(prompt:"What is your friend's name? (♀)","ENTER YOUR FRIEND'S NAME")) Are you a boy or a girl? [[Male]<male| [Female]<female|]<choice|{ }(click:?male)[(replace:?choice)[(set:$gender="boy")Your name is (print:$name), and your best friend's name is (print:$friend_name). Well, she //used// to be your best friend -- now she's your //girlfriend//. You're the luckiest guy on the planet. ...but (print:$friend_name) has a secret. A secret that, so far, only you and her step-mother know: despite the fact that she's 19-years old and a freshman in college, //she still gets spanked when she misbehaves//...] [[Continue|INTRO (P3)]]]{ }(click:?female)[(replace:?choice)[(set:$gender="girl")Your name is (print:$name), and your best friend's name is (print:$friend_name). Well, she //used// to be your best friend -- now she's your //girlfriend//. You're the luckiest girl in the world. ...but (print:$friend_name) has a secret. A secret that, so far, only you and her step-mother know: despite the fact that she's 19-years old and a freshman in college, //she still gets spanked when she misbehaves//...] [[Continue|INTRO (P3)]]](set:$part=3)

(print:$friend_name) throws back her head and laughs. "I can't help it!" you complain. "I had a huge soda on the way over here!" After some rigorous teasing, (print:$friend_name) lets go of you and points you down the hall to the bathroom. "Go pee," she says, still giggling. "I'll be in the living room...oh, and (print:$name)," she says, leaning close enough that you can feel her breath tickle your ear. "You might see my panties in there...I guess I forgot to put them back on." You feel your breath hitch. Your heart is racing. (if:$gender is "boy")[Your cock is uncomfortably stiff in your jeans...](else:)[Already, you can feel yourself getting wet...] (print:$friend_name) grins broadly, pleased with herself. She tilts her head innocently. "Didn't you have to go pee?" She pouts. "Don't make me wait long!" [[Continue|BATHROOM]]

You're so distracted that you almost trip over her cat on the way. //Mrrreow!// "Sorry, Whiskers!" you say, although you're not really very sorry. Besides being always underfoot, (print:$friend_name)'s new rescue cat, Whiskers is the likeliest source of your recent allergies. You get along much better with Peanut. In the bathroom, you see the now-familiar bright blue shower curtain and the clutter of make-up applicators on edge of the tub. You race to the toilet, yank down your pants, (if:$gender is "boy")[and quickly relieve yourself](else:)[and drop down onto the seat]. You sigh deeply -- you'd been holding it the whole drive over. Once you've taken care of that, you can concentrate. You look at yourself in the mirror, fix your hair, and splash some water on your face to cool it off. There are various bottles of hair product, and you notice a bottle of [allergy meds]<1| among them. (click:?1)[You take one before leaving, just in case. //You're not fucking this up for me, Whiskers,// you think drily.(set:$medicine="on")] As you turn, you notice that (print:$friend_name)'s pink panties are, indeed, on the shower mat. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. When you open them, you've got one thing on your mind. //Go time.// [[Continue|9b]]

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|== { }<img src="https://i.ibb.co/C891qzt/GAME-OVER-IMAGES.png" alt="GAME-OVER-IMAGES" border="0">{ } ====|| ###(print:$which_end) (color:green)[+(print:$part)!] <ul><li>{ }(if:$watched_friend>0)[You watched your best friend(if:$watched_friend>1)[ get spanked (print:$watched_friend) times]! (color:green)[**+(print:$watched_friend)!**]]{ }(else-if:$vantage is "listening from hallway")[You listened to your best friend's spanking from the hallway. (color:green)[**+.5!**]]{ }(else:)[**LOCKED**]</li>{ }<li>{ }(if:$spanked_friend>0)[You spanked your best friend(if:$spanked_friend>1)[ (print:$spanked_friend) times]! (color:green)[**+(print:$spanked_friend*4)!**]]{ }(else:)[**LOCKED**]</li>{ }<li>{ }(if:$spanked_by_stepmom>0)[You were spanked by your best friend's step-mom(if:$spanked_by_stepmom>1)[ (print:$spanked_by_stepmom) times]! (color:green)[**+(print:$spanked_by_stepmom*2)!**]]{ }(else:)[**LOCKED**]</li>{ }<li>{ }(if:$spanked_by_friend>0)[You were spanked by your best friend(if:$spanked_by_friend>1)[ (print:$spanked_by_friend) times]! (color:green)[**+(print:$spanked_by_friend*3)!**]]{ }(else:)[**LOCKED**]</li>{ }<li>{ }(if:$sub>$dom)[You played a **submissive** route!]{ }(else-if:$dom>$sub)[You played a **dominant** route!]{ }(else:)[You played a **neutral** route!]</li></ul>{ (set:$final_score=$part + ($spanked_by_stepmom*2) + $watched_friend + ($spanked_by_friend*3) + ($spanked_friend*4)) }(color:green)[**FINAL SCORE: (print:$final_score) POINTS!**] #[[GAME OVER|GAME OVER PAGE]]

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{(if:$soreness is 0)[(set:$bottom="pale")] (if:$soreness is 1)[(set:$bottom="bright pink")] (if:$soreness is 2)[(set:$bottom="rosey-red")] (if:$soreness is 3)[(set:$bottom="scarlet")] (if:$soreness is 4)[(set:$bottom="hot and welted")] (if:$soreness is 5)[(set:$bottom="dark crimson")] (if:$soreness is 6)[(set:$bottom="marked and bruised")] (if:$soreness is 7)[(set:$bottom="throbbing purple")] (if:$soreness is 8)[(set:$bottom="unimaginably sore")] (if:$soreness is 9)[(set:$bottom="un//bear//ably sore")] (if:$soreness >= 10)[(set:$bottom="searingly hot and bruised")]}

[Save game]<save|(click-replace:?save)[ (set:$save_name=(prompt:"What will you name this save file?","FILE NAME")) (link:"[Save game - FILE A]")[ (if:(save-game:"File A",$save_name))[(replace:?save)[Game saved to "FILE A" slot as (print:$save_name)!]](else: )[ Sorry, I couldn't save your game.]] (link:"[Save game - FILE B]")[ (if:(save-game:"File B",$save_name))[(replace:?save)[Game saved to "FILE B" slot as (print:$save_name)!]](else: )[ Sorry, I couldn't save your game.]] (link:"[Save game - FILE C]")[ (if:(save-game:"File C",$save_name))[(replace:?save)[Game saved to "FILE C" slot as (print:$save_name)!]](else: )[ Sorry, I couldn't save your game.]] (link:"[Save game - FILE D]")[ (if:(save-game:"File D",$save_name))[(replace:?save)[Game saved to "FILE D" slot as (print:$save_name)!]](else: )[ Sorry, I couldn't save your game.]]]

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==><== ###CHOOSE YOUR SAVE FILE Saves Slots: {(set: _saves to (saved-games:)) (for: each _name, ...(datanames: _saves))[ <br> (print: "(link: 'LOAD: " + (_saves's (_name)) + "')[" + "(load-game: '" + _name + "')" + "]" ) ]}

By the time the //fwocks// of belt-on-bottom have stopped ringing out through the living room, (print:$friend_name) is a sobbing, hiccuping, and //very// sorry mess. The complaining has long since giving way to pleading which has long since given way to repeated and insistent apologies. Likewise, the pink has given way to cherry-red, then to scarlet, and then a deep and painful crimson. At last, your best friend's step-mother steps back, admires her work, and declares the spanking over. "Alright, (print:$friend_name)" she says. "You can stand now." Shakily, sniffling, and still //very// naked, (print:$friend_name) stands up and puts one hand back to tenderly touch her backside. She pulls away immediately as though she'd touched a hot stove. She has glittering tears running down her blushing face -- her mascara may be ruined, but she's still the prettiest girl you've ever seen, and her pouting lips seem even more full and red.(if:$appreciation is "used")[ She turns and glances at the door, and again, it seems to her step-mother that she's just brushing hair off her tear-streaked face. But you know she's looking at you with a dangerously glinting question in her eye. //Enjoy the show?//] "While you're under //my roof//, you've got to follow //my// rules," her step-mother is saying. Then her voice becomes gentle. "I know I'm strict. But I do it because I want what's best for you." She smiles kindly. "You know I love you, right (print:$friend_name)?" Your best friend looks up at her, eyes still brimming with tears. Then, to your surprise, she nods, steps forward, and presses her face into her step-mother's breasts. Her step-mother seems surprised for a moment too, uttering a soft "Oh!" as (print:$friend_name) presses against her. But then her face softens and she wraps her arms around her more tightly, pulling her closer. So there they stand at the end of it all: (print:$friend_name) with her teary face pressed into her step-mother's sweater, her bright red bottom glowing, her step-mother //shhing// her and gently stroking her hair. They stand hugging for a long, long time... Giving you //just// enough time to steal away back to the bedroom and silenty close the door!

WhimsZeICa! WhimsZeICa!

She pats your bare behind, giving it a quick rub. You close your eyes as (print:$friend_name) clasps more tightly around your wrists. //PHLAP!// The first //smack// on your tushy is more sound than sensation -- at least at first. Your eyes widen and you feel as though you were suddenly more awake -- everything feels //more//. //THWAP! WHAP! WHOP! WHAP!// "Oh!" She alternates from cheek to cheek, and you can feel the twin spheres of your backside jiggling, bouncing under her palm. You squirm, but (print:$friend_name) tightens her grip. "//Gnah! Ow!//" //THWAP! WHAP! WHOP! WHAP!// "Not so fun now, is it, (print:$name)?" your friend's step-mother says casually as she peppers your bottom with swat after hard swat, never once stopping in the terrible rhythmic //slaps//. You tense your body, writhing across her knee as your best friend holds you secure. "Anything to say to (print:$friend_name)?" "//Gnaha!// I-I'm -- //I'm sorryyyy!//" you squeal as your butt cheeks dance between her smacks. (print:$friend_name) looks down on you smugly, her lip quirked in a grin. "//I'm sorry I peeked!//" //WHAP! WHOP! WHAP! WHAP!// "You deserve this spanking, don't you?" her step-mother goes on. "Let's hear you say that. //I deserve to be spanked.//" Your bottom is now cherry red, blushing brightly beneath her firm hand. You squirm and writhe but what you want to do most of all is reach back and cover your tender tushy -- but of course you can't do that with your best friend pinning you in place. You whine and groan and squeak! "Let's hear you say it, (print:$name)," she goes on. "(print:$friend_name) is waiting." //PHLAP! WHAP! WHAP!// Your backside is on //fire//. The smarting pain is bringing stinging tears to your eyes. Your face is flushed with humiliation and strain as your shirt rides up your back and your bottom is //smacked//, over and over and over again until -- "//I deserve to be spanked!//" you squeal, just as tears are blurring your vision. "//Th-Thank you for spanking me! I needed to be spanked!//" "That's better," her step-mother says just before you dissolve into blubbering sobs, and she gives her last, hardest //smacks// as you're breaking down. Then, with dozens of bright, hot handprints across your behind, you're sobbing into the bedspread, and she's stroking your hair. Your best friend is grinning broadly, still gripping your hands. //Serves you right!// her face seems to say. "I think that's enough for now," her step-mother says redundantly. You are, after all, sorrier and more embarrassed than you've ever been. "You can stand up." You do, even though your knees feel like they're about to buckle. "Now, then -- I think you've learned your lesson. But to make sure it //sticks//, you're going to do your cornertime. //Naked//." Your face falls again, and your best friend's eyes go wide with glee. But then her step-mother turns on her. "You too, (print:$friend_name). Both of you are going to do 20 minutes of cornertime in the living room. I want to be sure this message sinks in." "//What//?" (print:$friend_name) exclaims. "B-But that's not fair!" Her step-mother simply gives her a look, and everything that needs to be said is said. (print:$friend_name) pouts and glowers at you...but what else can she do? So the two of you strip naked and walk to the living room, where you'll do your cornertime. Together.(set:$spanked_by_stepmom=$spanked_by_stepmom+1)

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