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A Spanking for a Friend

Hi Spankos
I enjoy reading well-written spanking stories as well as writing them. The stories I write are fictional fantasies and if you are a true spanko, you should find your desires fulfilled as you read my stories.
Tom Jas

Here is my story titled – A Spanking for a Friend

Enjoy it!

Sally Smith sits in the lounge of her new friend’s family home. Elsewhere in the house, her friend Cynthia is being spanked. Sally can hear the sounds of an object striking a bottom. Being experienced in the act of receiving of spankings herself; Sally suspects that the object being used on Cynthia’s bottom might be a hairbrush.

Sally feels unsettled by the knowledge that the adult girl is receiving such a stringent punishment largely as a consequence of her own encouragement to Cynthia to stay out till late in the course of having fun. In fact, what is even more perturbing to her is the reality of Cynthia’s parents’ strict domestic rules.

What feels even more unsettling to Sally is the fact that she had only met Cynthia for the first time on this day, a Saturday.

On this Saturday Sally, who is 22, was attending the 22nd birthday party of Bella, one of her girlfriends, on the evening of this Saturday. At Bella’s home, she was immediately taken by the stunning look of a girl wearing an immorally-short skirt. In fact, this girl looked so captivating that she had approached the girl and on introducing herself; was told by the girl that her name was Cynthia.

Cynthia was minute in stature – Sally presumed her height to be in the region of 5’ – had flowing black hair, hazel eyes and the most inspiring feature about Cynthia was her compact bottom nudging tightly against the tight denim skirt. The aspect that made the girl even more attractive in Sally’s eyes; was that her bottom cheeks stuck out from under the skirt. This gave the girl a most delectable appearance.

Cynthia equally found Sally’s features captivating. The main reason being that Sally stood at 6’ 2”, had cropped auburn hair, green eyes and the feature which immediately drew the girl to Sally was the fact that her legs were long and slim, and clad in skintight jeans. This was a true case of opposites attracting each other.

The two adult girls spent the evening in intimate conversation and Sally learnt that Cynthia had recently turned 21. When the party began to fade, Sally proposed to Cynthia that they go have a drink.

Cynthia was happy to accompany her new friend to a bar and found that the kind of shooters which Sally treated her to made her feel
fun-loving and wild. As each shooter hit target, the girls grew intensely fond of each other and accepted each other as best-female-friends.

And though by rights at twenty-one Cynthia felt she should have the freedom to do whatever she wanted, she confided to her new bff that her parents imposed strict rules on her and seeing the time on the clock behind the bar, she twisted her mouth into a grimace.

“Is something wrong?” Sally asked showing her concern.

“I had not realized how late it had become,” Cynthia said, looking woeful.

“It’s only eleven,” Sally said trying to assure her bff that it was not all that late. Well, in any case, to Sally the night was young and as she lived alone, she had no domestic rules to adhere to.

Cynthia looked at her fearfully as she confided, “I will face big trouble from my parents when I return home.”

“What kind of trouble?” Sally asked showing her concern for Cynthia’s predicament.

“I will be punished for staying out way past my very strict curfew,” Cynthia
said, staring gravely at Sally.

Sally concluded that the punishment Cynthia was referring to had to involve spanking.

“What if I come home with you and try to dissuade your parents from punishing you?” Sally suggested. She empathized with her new bff as she herself had been subjected to many spankings for breaking her curfews as a teenager.

The idea placated Cynthia’s fears and she agreed, thinking that she now had a new friend who could at least offer her some moral support.

When the girls had arrived at Cynthia’s home, the girl introduced Sally to her parents, Mr. and Ms. Maddison. They all stood in the front room.

“Good evening, Mr. and Ms. Maddison, I had the pleasure of meeting your delightful daughter this afternoon,” Sally said, adopting a genteel manner of speaking, which had impressed Cynthia, “and as she informed me of your strictness regarding her homecoming, I wanted to tell you personally that her late-coming tonight was not of her own fault.” She concluded looking pleadingly at her parents. Cynthia looked with anxious concern between Sally and her parents.

Mr. and Ms. Maddison stood studying Sally for some moments. Ms. Maddison, Sally could see, was a formidable woman, with a heavy stature and powerful-looking arms and hands. Mr. Maddison stood about 5’ 6’’ and had a shorter, leaner stature than his wife. But he possessed a stern, military-like demeanor.

Finally Cynthia’s mother gave Sally a welcoming smile as she spoke warmly, “I am happy that my daughter has found a worthy friend at last. However, on the matter of her discipline,” suddenly the woman’s expression switched to authoritative, “whatever you may offer in her defense will hold no bearing on the way her father and I run this household. You may wait in the sitting-room Sally but Cynthia has to come with us,” Ms. Maddison concluded gravely. Mr. Maddison did not say anything, giving Sally the impression that in this house, Ms. Maddison was the authority.

Sally’s heart began beating rapidly as she watched Ms. Maddison take hold of Cynthia’s arm and propel her along the passage with Mr. Maddison following. From the compliant way Cynthia allowed mother to lead her, Sally perceived that the girl habitually succumbed to the disciplinary measures of her parents.

She went into the sitting-room and decided that all she could do was to sit on the couch and wait. Internally, she was afflicted by nervous misgivings about having been responsible for Cynthia’s late-coming. At the same time, her pulse pulsated wildly in anticipation of being invited to witness her new bff’s punishment.

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Sally had sat on the couch for almost an hour and still the spanking of Cynthia was enduring. This made her feel most concerned for the predicament her bff was in and by the time another fifteen minutes had elapsed, Sally was beside herself with scruples about the fact that she had brought on Cynthia’s spanking.

Deciding she could not sit there any longer, she got up and went along the passage towards the room from which the spanking sounds were coming from. Without pausing, she burst into the room. The situation she encountered astounded her.

Ms. Maddison sat on the bed. She had the minute Cynthia perched over her generous lap. Cynthia’s skirt had been flipped over her back and apart from the black thong which went in and out of her anal cleft and around her waist, her buttocks were fully exposed. Ms. Maddison’s arm pumped up and down as she landed hard smack after hard smack on Cynthia’s deeply reddened cheeks to which Cynthia responded with soft continuous grunts.

Mr. Maddison sat in an armchair totally absorbed by the spanking. Neither one of them had noticed Sally in the room.

To catch their attention, Sally cleared her throat. Ms. Maddison looked up,
pausing her arm and hand motion.

“What do you want?” Ms. Maddison asked.

“I want you to spank me,” Sally was adamant.

“Why?” The woman asked brusquely.

“I want to pay my retribution for causing Cynthia to come home so late,”

Cynthia looked up at Sally with her facial cheeks blushing red and seemed to be consoled by her bff’s offer to be spanked by her mother.

“Very well, I will adhere to your wish,” giving one more slap to Cynthia’s bottom, she told her to get up. Cynthia pushed herself up from mother’s knees and looked fondly at mother, “Mother, I love you very much,” she said softly.

Sally could see how serene Cynthia’s face looked.

“Cynthia, come here,” Mr. Maddison commanded sternly.

It was the first time Sally had heard Mr. Maddison speak and he sounded like he had a military bearing. Cynthia walked slowly and stiffly to the armchair and stopped before her father. “Now it’s my turn to whip your ass,” Mr. Maddison jeered as he inserted his fingers inside Cynthia’s thong and slid the thin strip of leather out of her cleft and off her legs. She lifted her feet for him to remove the thong from her and watched him raise it to his nose.

Sally felt her sexual region convulse involuntarily as she watched Mr. Maddison sniff the thong and roll his eyes at his daughter as if showing her that the smell of her thong sent him into ecstasy. Then Mr. Maddison twisted the thong into a whip and lasciviously gazed at his pert sex-bomb of a daughter.

“Cynthia, get into position,” he commanded.

“Yes daddy,” she responded obediently. Bending over, Cynthia placed her shoulders on his knees and lowered her head between them. She lifted up her legs and flipped herself into an upright position, so that her bottom was poised in line with his shoulders. She parted her legs exposing her hairy crotch.

Sally could see that her pussy had become wet and it became clear to her that what Cynthia was receiving from her parents was not a mere chastisement. There was a deep sexual dimension to the spanking her mother had administered to her bottom, and to the whipping she was about to receive from her father. But how the thong could be used to administer a spanking was a question that puzzled Sally. She was shown how when Mr. Maddison drew his wrist back and flicked the thong-whip across Cynthia’s crotch and buttocks.

Cynthia reared back in reaction to the obvious sting as the thong had imprinted a thin red stripe across her buttocks and between her thighs. But she remained silent as she maintained her balance on father’s knees in her upside-down position.

Flick-Flick-Flick…father continued applying the leather strip to her buttock-cheeks and crotch. Sally could see how Cynthia’s whole pelvic region shook under the onslaught of the thong-whip. Sally glanced towards Ms. Maddison and saw the woman pat her knee in an obvious gesture.

“If you want to be spanked, come and get over my lap,” she commanded.

Sally moved to stand beside Ms. Maddison and lowered her slim, lengthy body over the formidably-structured woman’s broad knees. As she settled her body into the contours of the knees, Sally realized that she was about to be spanked by a woman she had met for the first time just a couple of hours earlier. She lowered her head and felt the woman’s fingers unbutton and unzip her jeans. The denims slid along her legs to her knees and her cotton panties followed. She felt a cool breeze on the bare skin of her bottom, a coolness which instantly abated as Ms. Maddison’s first handsmack landed with an immense sting on her bottom.

Sally lost track of the time as her ass filled with fire, and at the same time, her bff was getting her ass and crotch whipped with full audible force.

SMACK SMACK SMACK…FLICK FLICK FLICK

When the ordeal had ended, both girls were told to stand against the wall of Cynthia’s room. Sally with her pants down and Cynthia’s with her skirt up, minus her thong while Mr. and Ms. Maddison left the room.

After several moments of cooling-down-time, Cynthia spoke up, “Sally, why did you come and get spanked by mother?”

“I felt so guilty about causing you to come home late that I wanted to get a spanking for you,” Sally explained.

Cynthia moved closer to Sally. “That makes you the best friend I have ever had, no-one had ever taken a spanking for me before,” she said nestling her black hair against Sally’s chest. Sally embraced her and said, “I know I am going to love you very much,” as she squeezed the girl tightly. Cynthia’s eyes moistened as she blinked her hazel eyes at her loving friend.

“If you want to really love me then you must drag me to the bed, pull me over your beautiful knees and spank me hard,” Cynthia said

Sally stared at the girl. “Have you not had enough spanking for one night?”

“My parents spank me because they love me. I want to know how your spanking feels,” Cynthia said wistfully.

“Well,” Sally replied conceding that she really had longed to spank Cynthia’s compact bottom ever since their meeting earlier that day. “If that is what you want, who am I to deny you your longings.”

She gripped Cynthia’s arm and as the girl deliberately locked her legs in mock self-defense, Sally literally had to drag her to the bed, where she sat down and saw that her thong-whip was draped over the arm of the armchair. “Bring me the thong-whip,” she said, adopting a military-like voice in her command.

Cynthia walked on stiff legs to the armchair, picked up the thong and returned, holding it out to Sally. “Now Cynthia, show me the position you were in for your father.”

The girl lowered her minute body and placed her shoulders on Sally’s knees. Lowering her head between the knees, she lifted up her legs and upturned her bottom so it was positioned in line with Sally’s breasts. “Part your legs,” Sally commanded. Cynthia obeyed, exposing her womanhood to her loving friend.

Sally gripped the thong-whip, raised her wrist and flicked it between Cynthia’s legs. And although spanking a girl was a new experience for Sally, she felt she could learn to like it.

Mr. and Ms. Maddison came into the room and stood observing the way Sally whipped their daughter. “It seems Cynthia has found a friend to love her,” said Ms. Maddison to her military-bearing husband. He in turn nodded in appraisal of the girls’ newfound love for each other and gazed lovingly at his wife. “Come Myrtle,” he said with fondness, “let me remind you of the way I have loved you all these years.” Myrtle Maddison looked with loving eyes at the man in her life. “Oh Arthur,” she concurred, “you have always been so manly with me.”

The wife allowed herself to be led out of Cynthia’s room into theirs. In moments, the sound of spanking from the marital bedroom could be heard in unison with the thong-whipping from the girls’ bedroom. Cynthia was extremely happy at how effectively her bff was whipping her ass.

The end.