A Friend Who Cares 2

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A friend who cares is a friend who… spanks bare! – Chapter 2

That Saturday, Kenny and Vicky walked to the mall, which wasn't too far from their own homes. They were going to meet Lindsey at the mall's main entrance.

When they were just one block away from reaching their destination, Kenny slowed his pace and his hands started shaking. Vicky giggled at him, since she knew the signs, which she had seen many times before in him: Kenny always turned into a nervous wreck whenever he was close to Lindsey Graham.

"Take it easy, Romeo!" Vicky said, tussling his brown hair, which was fashioned in the messy hairstyle that modern kids used. "You'll do fine. I've got your back, remember? Try to relax a bit."

"Easy for you to say," Kenny said, as he fixed his hair with his hands. "Let's just try to stick to the script, ok? That way we can avoid something unexpected happening. Let's go over it again: We'll shop for some clothes that we need - a t-shirt for me and some socks for you - and then we'll have lunch at the mall's food court, and then we'll say goodbye to Lindsey and go back home, you got it? Short and simple. I'll try to talk to her in the process and just have fun as we go. I'm a fun guy, so it can't be that hard, right? You think I'm fun, don't you?"

Vicky giggled. "Oh yes, you're TONS of fun! Particularly when you're around Lindsey, because then you're mumbling like an idiot and that makes it very funny... for me!"

"Stop it, Vicks! You're supposed to be boosting my confidence, not destroying it! Now, like I said, we'll stick to the script that I just described, ok?"

"Got it, boss!" Vicky said, with an exaggerated smile, crossing her fingers behind her back. "We'll go where you said and do what you said, nothing less and nothing more!"

"Good. Now try to act natural and follow my lead. We're almost there and... Whoa."

Kenny froze in his tracks. They had arrived at the mall's entrance and there she was, standing in the middle and waving at them: Lindsey Graham in all her glory. ‘Shining in the middle’ would be a more appropriate description, Kenny thought. He could only stare in awe at the gorgeous girl with long, blonde hair, that was looking at him with gleaming blue eyes and a smile that would melt the coldest of hearts. She wore a short, blue dress, with ruffles at the edges, and matching shoes. Her hands were clasped in front of her delicately, and then she touched her hair with one hand and Kenny wondered why the world had started moving in slow motion. He also wondered if anybody else could see the shimmering brightness that surrounded the angelic girl. Then he felt a smack on the back of his head that brought him out of his trance.

"Snap out of it, blockhead!" Vicky said. It had been her hand that smacked him. "Quit drooling and let's go say hi.”

They walked toward Lindsey, Kenny dragging his feet through the floor, as if he wished to become stuck to it. Vicky was the first to speak. "Hi, Lindsey!"

"Hi, guys!" Lindsey said. "Thanks for inviting me. I can't wait to check out the shops, there's some stuff that I really need to buy!"

"Yeah, us too," Vicky said. "Right, Kenny?"

"Uh... s-stuff? Y-yeah, sure... W-we like stuff!"

Both girls stared at him for a second, and Kenny went pale. Then Lindsey giggled. "You're funny!" Lindsey said. "C'mon, let's go browse around and see what's for sale!"

Lindsey hurried inside, followed by Vicky and Kenny. "Great start, Romeo," Vicky whispered in his ear, out of Lindsey’s earshot. "She's probably amazed at your clever remarks. You will soon have her lying at your feet!"

"Shut. UP." Kenny grumbled back through his teeth, not looking amused by her sarcasm at all.

Vicky giggled. “All right, let’s hurry to the shops, because, remember? - ‘We like stuff!’

Kenny felt his blood boiling but could say nothing in response because they caught up with Lindsey. He told himself that it had only been a little stage fright on his part and her took a deep breath, trying to relax. Everything should go smoothly now. Right?

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The three kids browsed several shops, and were having fun at it. Vicky and Lindsey seemed to be getting along rather well, both of them discussing clothes and discovering that they shared some tastes, and they even made jokes and laughed together. Even Kenny had started to relax and become a little more talkative. He was starting to believe that the mall had been a good idea, after all. Then, in one of the shops, Vicky called him and his confidence shattered when he saw what she was holding. His hands started shaking again and his stomach went cold.

"Look what I found, Kenny! Can you believe it?" Vicky said, holding a t-shirt for him to see. Lindsey was right beside her. "It's a t-shirt with your favorite POKÉMON!"

"Oh my god, it's so cute!" Lindsey said, looking at the t-shirt. "It's a kitty, isn't it? A pink kitty! I didn't know you were such a Pokémon fan, Kenny."

"I... I'm n-not... I mean..." he started to say, his face blushing with embarrassment. What did Vicky think that she was DOING?

"It's not exactly a kitty, Lindsey," Vicky explained. "It's a Pokémon. Kenny knows all about them, it's been his favorite cartoon for years! This is Kenny's favorite Pokémon, but I forgot what it's called... What was its name, Kenny?"

Kenny stared, speechless, at the two girls. He looked at one, then the other, then the other again. He didn't know how to escape this embarrassment. "I-it's called 'Mew'..." he finally said. "B-but it's not cute at all... it transforms into a... into a powerful... N-never mind, let's go look at some other t-shirts, ok?"

"What do you mean it's not cute?" Lindsey said. "I think it looks SUPER cute! If it's your favorite then you really should buy it. You said that you needed to buy a t-shirt, didn't you?"

"Uh... well, yes, but..."

"Then buy this one!" Lindsey said. "It will look real cute on you. C'mon, let's go buy it right now!"

Lindsey snatched the t-shirt from Vicky’s hands and hurried to the cashier. Vicky was starting to follow her when Kenny grabbed her arm.

"What the hell do you think you're DOING?" he whispered harshly, looking really annoyed. "You're embarrassing me! I was into Pokémon like, FIVE years ago!"

"Didn't you hear what she said?" Vicky whispered back. "She thought you'd look CUTE in it! You should be thanking me! Besides, I caught you watching the Pokémon cartoon the other day. You still like it!"

"N-no, I don't! ...Well, maybe a little... But even so! You knew that this would make me feel embarrassed; don't try to deny it! I don't know what you think you're doing, but you should stop it right now! Or else..." he started to say and then discreetly cupped one of her butt-cheeks with his hand. She was wearing thin shorts, so his hand managed to cup the whole curvature of her cheek. She felt her buns clench at his touch, and she swallowed. "...Or else you'll be tasting my very stinging opinion of your behavior when we're back home. You GOT that?"

"G-g-got it...!" Vicky said.

Kenny let go of her arm and she hurried to rejoin Lindsey at the cashier. Kenny followed, dragging his feet, hands in his pockets and grumbling to himself. He was sure that Vicky had gotten the hint of what she should expect if she kept on embarrassing him, but he knew her too well to be sure that it would actually make her stop. In his experience, once Vicky started misbehaving, there was no threat that could stop her.

He worried about it as he rejoined the girls and paid for his Pokémon t-shirt with the 'pink kitty' on it, and promised to himself that he would unleash a devastating revenge upon Vicky's rear end if she kept at it - a good lesson that would leave her unable to sit for a week!

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Some time and some shops later, the kids were browsing clothes at one of the big department stores in the mall. Pop music sounded in the background. They had found socks for Vicky there, and Lindsey had also picked up a couple of things.

Then the three of them walked to the boys' section of the big store and browsed the boys’ clothes. Kenny was looking at a checkered shirt when he heard someone clear her throat behind him. He turned to find the two girls staring at him with mysterious smiles on their faces. Vicky's hands were on her back. Was she holding something...?

"Oh, KENNN-Y...!" Vicky said, with a playful voice. Kenny felt his stomach go cold again. He knew that tone of voice and it set off all of his alarms. ‘Thiscan'tbegood, thiscan'tbegood, thiscan'tbegood’ he thought. "You will NEVER guess what we found!" Vicky said.

Kenny stared at her, expecting the worst. The back of his neck started to feel cold, too.

"You want to try and guess?" Lindsey said, and giggled. She looked rather amused. "C'mon, give it a try!"

Kenny swallowed. "Uh... a n-nickel lying on the floor...?"

Lindsey laughed. "No, silly! You're a funny guy, you know that? C'mon, Vicky, show him!"

Vicky bit her lower lip and made a naughty smile. Then she brought her hands to the front in a flash and showed Kenny what she was holding.

"TA-DAH!" Vicky said.

Lindsey giggled. "So? What do you think? Isn't it the CUTEST thing?"

"I-it's a... it's..." Kenny said, staring dumbfounded at the garment in Vicky's hands.

"It's TOY STORY pajamas!" Vicky said, savoring each word with tremendous glee. "With all of your favorite characters!"

"Vicky said that your favorites are Woody and the green dinosaur!" Lindsey said.

"S-she did, did she...?" Kenny said. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. "W-well, everybody liked the movies, right...? People from all ages, I mean…"

"Of course!" Vicky said. "But not everyone has a HUGE collection of Toy Story stuff in their bedrooms! You have lamps, toys, slippers and curtains... and even your mattress! Lindsey, he's the BIGGEST fan!"

"Then you HAVE to try it on, Kenny!" Lindsey said. "Go on, the fitting rooms are right over there!"

The three kids walked toward the fitting rooms and a reluctant Kenny took the childish pajamas from Vicky.

"C'mon, Vicky," Lindsey said. "Let's go look at other stuff while he tries it on."

Vicky started to follow her but Kenny grabbed her arm. "Um, Vicky, could you please stay for a little while? I need... uh... I might need you to bring me a different size if this one doesn't fit."

"S-stay? I, uh..." Vicky started to say, more than a little worried. She was about to give an excuse for not staying, but then she saw Kenny's killing stare and she thought twice about it. She had seen the killing stare before and she dared not ignore it. "...S-sure! You go ahead Lindsey, I'll be right behind you..."

Lindsey left and Kenny gently pulled Vicky by the arm all the way to the fitting rooms. No one seemed to be in any of the stalls, which was perfect for Kenny. He walked into the stall at the end, with Vicky in tow, and closed the door from the inside. Once inside, Kenny wasted no time and started undoing the fly of Vicky's shorts.

"H-hey! Kenny, what are you DOING? N-NOT HERE!" Vicky said, in distress.

"In the other shop I gave you a soft warning to stop embarrassing me," he said as he pulled both her shorts and panties to her ankles at the same time. "And it didn't get through to you. Let's see if a HARD warning does the job this time!"

He didn't waste any time staring at her bottomlessness, like he usually did, and instead he immediately turned the girl around as they both stood there. Vicky realized that she had really made him mad! Holding her left arm with one hand, he started swinging right away with the other, as best he could in the enclosed space of the stall. Vicky jumped and squirmed with each smack, as if she were dancing to the modern pop music in the store's background.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "You will stop embarrassing me- *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* -in front of Lindsey! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* Or my hand is going to- *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* -have a LONG conversation- *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* -with your butt when we get home! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OWIEEE! OK, OK! *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* OWIEEE! OWIEEE! I'LL STOP! I'LL STOOOOOP!" *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

After a minute, Kenny stopped. Vicky's tail had already turned pink. Kenny told her to rejoin Lindsey and to make sure to stop her naughtiness or ELSE. Grimacing at the sting on her rump, Vicky pulled her panties and shorts back up and opened the stall's door to step out. She was shocked to find a young boy standing right outside their stall, staring at her with surprise on his face.

"D-did he... Did that boy sp... spank...?" the young boy started to say. Vicky thought that he couldn't be older than ten years old. He was holding some clothes and Vicky realized that he had walked into the fitting rooms to try them on and then he had heard the spanking in progress. "Uh... I gotta go!" the little boy said, and sprinted away.

Vicky blushed. "Oh my god, Kenny! That boy heard everything!"

Kenny chuckled. "Well, I hope it makes you feel embarrassed, just like you've made me feel a few minutes ago. Serves you right! Now stop making such a fuzz, you don't know that boy and he doesn't know you. You'll never see him again in your life, so it's no big deal. Now go on, I have to try on these 'cute' pajamas, thanks to a certain brat!"

Vicky walked out of the fitting rooms and toward the direction that Lindsey had gone. An uneasy sensation crept into her mind: Did she really not know that little boy? He had looked familiar to her... but no, it must have been her own surprise and anxiety at having been caught getting spanked. Like Kenny said, she didn't know the boy and he didn't know her.

...Right?

A couple of minutes later, Kenny had just changed into his pajamas when a voice called out to him from outside the fitting rooms. "Hey, Kenny?" Lindsey said, raising her voice to be heard. "Did you put it on? C'mon out and show us! We'll tell you if fits all right!"

Kenny groaned. It seemed that his humiliation wasn't done yet. He gritted his teeth - if this had been another of Vicky's pranks...

But he couldn't refuse that sweet, beautiful voice. He just couldn't. Dragging his feet, he made his way out of the fitting rooms.

"Oh my god!" Lindsey said, looking at him with a huge smile. "You look so ADORABLE!"

Kenny stood there, in his cartoonish pajamas, blushing and hanging his head low. Then he raised his sight and saw Vicky standing behind Lindsey. Vicky was shrugging at him, doing some signs with her hands and moving her mouth soundlessly, trying to explain to Kenny that this time it hadn't been her idea to call him outside. She pointed at Lindsey and made a 'what could I do?' facial expression as she shrugged again. Kenny just gave her an annoyed look, not entirely convinced of her innocence but not able to disprove it, either.

Lindsey declared that the pajamas just looked 'too pretty' on him to pass up, and asked him to go change into his clothes again so they could buy them. Kenny dragged his feet back into the fitting rooms, wondering if things could get any worse. With Vicky around, you never knew.

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A little while later, the three kids reached the food court. They looked around, trying to decide what to have for lunch.

"Listen, Kenny," Lindsey said. "Why don't you save us a table and Vicky and I will get lunch? I promise to bring you something good, ok?"

How would she know what he'd like, Kenny asked himself. But a better question would be: How could he question or refuse the melodious voice of such a beautiful angel? Her big, blue eyes looked straight into his and he felt electricity running through his skin. "O-ok... yeah, I'll save you. I mean I'll save us! …I m-mean I'll save us a TABLE! Yes, t-that's what I meant!"

Lindsey laughed out loud. Behind her, Vicky snorted and smacked her forehead with the palm of her hand, shaking her head in disbelief. "All right, then!" Lindsey said. "Let's go, Vicky."

The girls gave him the shopping bags and walked away. Kenny just stood there for a moment, not believing himself. He slowly made his way toward an available table and sat there, staring idly into the distance.

He thought he was hopeless. Hopeless! How would he ever earn Lindsey's attention if he could only babble incoherent nonsense whenever he tried to talk to her? She'd never be interested in him. She must still be laughing at him at the moment. What had ever made him think that he might be able to interest the prettiest girl in school? What had he been thinking? He didn't need Vicky's help to embarrass himself in front of Lindsey - he was learning that he could do a very good job of it himself! This was a disaster. He wished for time to speed up so he could be back home, watching cartoons and trying to forget that this whole day ever happened.

He straightened up when saw Lindsey and Vicky approach the table, holding paper bags. The girls sat at the table and smiled at him, then they started to giggle out of the blue. 'Oh no,' Kenny thought, looking at them suspiciously. What were they giggling about? 'Oh no, Vicky did something again. That's what they're laughing at me about. She did something again and it's going to embarrass me AGAIN! I warned her, but she couldn't help herself, could she? Of course she couldn't, she's the stubbornest brat in the whole wide world! Oh god, will this torture ever END?"

"We've got a TREAT for you, Kenny!" said Lindsey, sticking her hand into one of the paper bags. "To be fair, it was Vicky who saw it and told me that we should get it for you, so it’s her you should be thanking!"

Kenny looked at Vicky with raging fire in his eyes. In return, Vicky shrugged and shot him an awkward smile coupled with painful eyes, as if she were both enjoying and suffering the moment. Lindsey retrieved the contents of the paper bag and handed them to Kenny.

"It's... it's a Happy Meal," Kenny said, looking at the colorful box now in his hands.

"Yes, but that's not all," Lindsey said with glee. "Open it!"

Kenny opened the box and saw what she meant. He took out from the box a small, plastic, pink toy. He stared at it, disconsolately.

"It's your favorite Pokémon!" Lindsey said. "The one on your new t-shirt! Vicky realized that they were giving these in Happy Meals at McDonald's, and I thought it would be a pretty decoration for your desk at school! I know it's mostly girls who do that kind of thing, but then I remembered that Wayne and Tim have some stuff decorating their desk, and they’re boys."

"W-Wayne has a small wrestling trophy that he won last summer…" Kenny said. "And Tim has a stand-up plastic figure of his favorite baseball player. This, uh... this toy is not exactly the same kind of thing..."

"Oh, but we picked it especially for you, because we knew it's your favorite…" Lindsey said, her smile vanishing. "You really should appreciate that sort of thing, you know?"

"N-no, I DO appreciate it...!" Kenny said, scrambling for words. He didn't want to be thought of as ungrateful by the girl of his dreams. "It's, uh... it's very thoughtful of you! O-of course I like it…!"

"So you'll put in on your desk?" Lindsey said, her smile returning.

"Ssssssure…!" Kenny said, forcing a smile. "I mean... it's a gift from you, right? I mean, from the both of you. It will be, um... a reminder of our friendship and a... pretty decoration."

Vicky snorted a laugh, holding her mouth shut with her hand to disguise it. "Sorry, *sniff!* something’s making me sneeze," she said afterwards. "It's a little cold in here, don't you think?"

The three kids ate their lunch - Lindsey and Haley had a standard burger-and-fries meal, and Kenny his smaller Happy Meal - while they made small talk with each other. At one point, Lindsey received a call on her cell phone from her mom, and Kenny took advantage of her distraction to talk to Vicky, leaning closer to her.

"I warned you," Kenny whispered in Vicky's ear, careful not to be overheard by Lindsey, who was talking on the phone. "You know what you're getting the moment we get home, don't you?"

Vicky swallowed. "A... a good scolding...?" she whispered back.

"Very funny," he said. "C'mon, I want to hear you say it."

"I guess I earned a... a sp..."

"C'mon, spit it out... it's not that hard to guess, is it?"

"Y-you're giving me a sp... a special scolding?"

Kenny sighed. "You have a wonderful sense of humor today. Keep it up with the jokes see what else it gets you tonight. Say it in detail right now and we might keep your punishment to one session, instead of you earning a second session tomorrow."

"A spanking!" Vicky immediately said, afraid of worsening her oncoming punishment even further. She kept her voice low and looked toward Lindsey, who was still on the phone. Her mind raced for details to give about her punishment, as he has requested in his threat. "You're g-giving me a good, bare-bottom spanking until I… until I cry myself hoarse and my butt is burning like a... um, like a well-done hamburger...?"

"Smart girl," he whispered. "You got it exactly right. So keep that thought in mind for the rest of the day, ok? I think tonight we'll use our reliable roasting aide, Mr. Hairbrush. What do you think?"}

Vicky's eyes burst open and she felt her buns clench tight. "D-do you think that's necessary, Kenny...? This was all just in g-good fun, you know? Just harmless little pranks... D-don't you have a sense of humor?"

"Yeah, I'm sure I'll be feeling that fun when the rest of our class sees my pink Pokémon toy decorating my desk. I'm sure THEY'LL be having LOTS of fun with that. Now shut it before you make it worse on yourself. You're in for a hell of a session tonight, girl."

Lindsey hung up and rejoined the conversation. It seemed that she had heard nothing of the two kids' whispering. Vicky felt herself shaking as she thought of the tremendous bite of the big, wooden hairbrush sitting on her dresser, and wondered if it all had been worth it. She had known what she was getting herself into when she made plans about the embarrassing t-shirt and pajamas (she had seen them in those stores during previous visits), but she had not planned for the Happy Meal toy - that one had been an unexpected discovery. After the pajamas thing, she had known that she had stretched Kenny's patience as far as it would go, and so she had known what she might expect if she went ahead with the toy thing. But it was just too good an opportunity to pass up! She had pictured Kenny's blushing face as Lindsey gave it to him and it was just too delicious an image not to make it happen. Even now, her heart was brimming with malicious glee, as she had dealt embarrassing blows to her friend and spanker. But she had not expected him to become so mad as to bring the hairbrush into matters! He had only given her a taste of the terrifying weapon before, and it had only been for one minute, as the last stage of a hand-spanking, and that terrible minute had been enough for her to dread the brush forevermore. So, had her actions today been worth it? Her naughty heart said yes, but her cowering rump said HELL NO.

She bit her lower lip, feeling her anxiety rise and form a lump in her throat, and she tried to make small talk with other two kids as best she could, while enduring what would surely be a very long and excruciating wait until evening.

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It was mid-afternoon when the front door of the Wood's house was slammed closed from the inside, as Kenny and Vicky walked inside.

Kenny turned to a terrified-looking Vicky. He was raging inside, but he inhaled deeply and tried to get a hold of himself, at least until she was across his knees - THEN he planned to lose ALL hold over himself and release the storm of his fury over the tender, naked female posterior of his incorrigible friend. "Go upstairs," he said, in a dry and blunt voice. Vicky realized that he was making an effort to speak calmly for the moment. "Strip from the waist down and wait for me. I'm going to get a glass of water and then I'll go upstairs."

Vicky opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but Kenny's hard stare seemed to make her think twice about it. She closed her mouth back, biting both lips from the inside, and nodded at him. Then she retreated from him walking slowly backwards for a few steps until she could touch the rail of the staircase, and then she turned and hurried upstairs.

Kenny inhaled deeply again and let the air out slowly. He was walking toward the kitchen for his glass of water when his cell phone rang. He saw Lindsey's name blinking on the phone's screen.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hi, Kenny!" Lindsey said on the other side. "I just called to tell you that I had a VERY NICE time today."

"You... you did? That's, uh... that's great! I had a g-good time, too..."

"Great! Maybe we should go out again next week, what do you think? Maybe we can catch a movie or something."

"Uh... YEAH! I mean, t-that sounds like fun... Yeah, we definitely should! And I'll try to, um... to be more fun that I was today, I guess..."

"What are you talking about? You WERE fun today. I liked talking to you and you made me laugh several times. We really should get to know each other better."

"We… should? I mean, we should! Yes, let's uh... let's talk about it at school and make plans together.”

"Ok! See you later, Kenneth!"

She hung up and Kenny stared at his cell phone, making sense of the conversation. Kenneth? Nobody called him Kenneth. Well, just Vicky when she was mad at him, but no one used his full name regularly. It sounded a little serious and he thought it may be a good sign. Hell, the whole conversation he just had was a REALLY good sign! Lindsey thought that he was fun and wanted to see more of him? 'Get to know each other better'? That was romantic language, wasn't it? At least Kenny had heard it on some romantic movie or something. He felt his heart rise and a smile formed on his face - he may have misjudged the day's outcome after all. This was exactly what he had been hoping for.

Then he remembered Vicky upstairs, waiting for him to discharge his wrath over her deserving behind. Should he forgive and forget her misbehavior because it didn't seem to have had a negative impact on his romantic agenda after all? He thought about it as he went to get his glass of water.

A couple of minutes later, upstairs in Vicky’s bedroom, Kenny had told Vicky about Lindsey's call. Standing in the middle of the room, naked from the waist down and hands behind her back (she knew that she was not allowed to cover herself while being punished), Vicky listened to his narration of the phone call and felt a little hope light up inside her.

"S-so... then it means that our trip to the mall was a success!" she said, forcing a smile. "W-which means that whatever I did in there was not a bad thing at all, since it obviously didn't make her think badly of you. Which then means that I don't have to… to g-get a spanking... R-right?"

"You're right, the trip was a success," Kenny said, sitting on the armless chair. "But you're wrong when you say that your behavior was not a bad thing. You WANTED to embarrass me and, in fact, you did! What Lindsey thinks about it is one thing, but the way I feel about it is another, and I felt very embarrassed! Also, knowing you, I strongly suspect that you planned your pranks BEFORE we went to the mall, am I right?"

"No! Well, y-yes but... the Happy Meal was not part of the plan, I saw it there and couldn't resist, I PROMISE!"

"I believe you. And that's why we have to work harder to help you 'resist' your misbehaving urges, whether they are planned or spontaneous. Pick up the hairbrush from you dresser and climb over my lap."

Vicky whimpered but knew that she wasn't getting out of this one. With shaking legs she picked up the frightening tool reserved for the greater transgressions and brought it to her 'BFF'. She forced herself to climb over his lap and started weeping and squirming as soon as she felt the gentle touch of the wood on her naked bottom, as Kenny let it rest there for a few moments, like a preface for the tear-jerking, dramatic story that was about to begin - with her vulnerable buns as the writing paper!

In his mind, Kenny went one more time through the moments of embarrassment that he had suffered by her hand at the mall, and he made a mental image of the Pokémon toy he was going to be forced to place on his school desk the next day, and imagined the reaction of his peers around him when they saw it. The images made him boil from inside once again, and his eyes gleamed with merciless determination. He raised the hairbrush and started what would be a long, powerful workout for his relentless arm.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

Vicky was begging, kicking and bawling at full force from the very beginning, which was much sooner than during her regular hand-spankings. Her wild display did not make Kenny slow down for even a second, and the brush kept pummeling the soft, rounded flesh of the wailing girl's young tail. It was a spectacle of force, cries, kicks, tears and snot; unprecedented in its energy in the Wood’s home.

Neither of both kids could remember afterwards just how long that spanking had taken. Kenny had simply stopped when he felt that his outrage had been drained out of him - or at least that it had been fully channeled through the hairbrush to his friend's burning rump - and left Vicky to her jumping and howling as he made his way out of the house.

*

Lying on her tummy that night, still weeping as she hopelessly tried to rub some of the sting off, Vicky thought of Kenny's embarrassed face at the mall (even under her current situation, she could still savor the image) and tried to convince herself that it had been worth it. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but she suspected that she would do it all over again if she could - she just couldn't contain herself from such temptations! She sighed as she thought that it just meant that there were a LOT of spankings waiting for her in the future.

How long would it be until the next one? She counted the potential dangers of next week: The math quiz results were due to be handed in on Monday, science results on Wednesday, and history results on Thursday; and she wasn't sure how well she had done on either of them. And THEN she had the trip to the beach on the weekend! With all the excitement, she had forgotten all about it! Her mom and Kenny's mom had planned a whole weekend in a condo at the beach, and Kenny was going, too!

Holy crap, the whole week looked like a spanking mine field, with a possible big finish during the weekend! She couldn’t trust herself to fully behave at the beach of all places, could she? She rubbed her butt even faster when she thought about it and swallowed hard. Had she seen a red swimsuit earlier at the mall? It seemed like exactly the same shade of red as her butt when she got... Yes, it might be good camouflage at the beach if Kenny became... displeased with her during the trip. She sighed again and made a mental note to herself to buy that suit tomorrow. She had a feeling that sunburn would be the least of her burning worries...

To Be Continued...

(The End)