A Friend Who Cares 5

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A friend who cares is a friend who… spanks bare! – Chapter 5

That wednesday afternoon, at the movie theater, Vicky and Kenny made small talk with their respective crushes as the four kids waited in line to buy popcorn before the movie started. So far, the double date had been going surprisingly well, and Kenny was almost impressed at Vicky's good behavior. He looked at her with a proud, satisfied smile on his face.

"Oh my god, look, Kenny!" Vicky said, pointing to a movie poster on a nearby wall. "They're going to air the Justin Bieber movie again next week! Your all-time favorite movie! Oh my god, freak out!"

And just like that, Kenny's daydream of a well-behaved Vicky vanished into thin air, along with his smile, as he crashed back into reality. A deep blush appeared on his face.

"You're a Bieber fan, dude? Really?" Danny Thompson said, and then chuckled. He was standing at Vicky's side and smiling mockingly at Kenny.

Vicky was ecstatic to be going out with one of the cutest boys in school. Danny had movie-star good looks indeed, but he still looked very much his 14 years of age, which is something that Vicky actually liked. Some girls at school drooled over older, manlier boys, but Vicky preferred more of a "cute" kind of handsome in her boys rather than a "manly" kind of handsome. And Danny fit the "cute" part perfectly, with his soft facial lines and shoulder-long, dark-blonde hair.

"Is he a fan?" Vicky said, repeating Danny’s question. "Kenny is Justin's BIGGEST fan! He knows all of the songs by heart, and he sings them in the shower all the time."

"Hey!" Kenny said. "I, uh... h-how do you know that?"

"Well," Vicky said. "Sometimes you're taking a shower when I come to your place, and so I have to wait in the living room, chatting with your mom. She and I always have a laugh about your singing. And it's always one of Justin's songs, admit it!"

"B-but I... I just..." Kenny said, his eyes finding Lindsey's, who was giggling at the revelation. "W-well, it's just that the songs are kind of catchy, you know...? Besides, there's lots of boys who like Bieber, it's not just 'girl' music, right? …Right?"

Danny laughed out loud. "Oh, man, you should look at your face right now, it's red as a tomato!" he said and laughed some more. "Don't worry about it, dude, I actually know one other boy who likes Bieber - my cousin. Well, it's also true that he's only nine years old and becoming a little more feminine every year, if you get my meaning... but still, you shouldn't be ashamed of your tastes. No one should. I'm more of an indie music kind of guy myself, you know? But everyone's entitled to their opinion."

"Oh, Danny, you're so democratic!" Vicky said, holding Danny's arm and snuggling close to him. Kenny frowned at her and wondered if she actually knew the meaning of the word.

"Danny's right, Kenny," Lindsey said, leaning closer to the blushing boy. Her close proximity always made Kenny very nervous. "I like Bieber myself, you know? I mean, at least I used to, a couple of years ago… But if you're such a fan, then we should totally come to watch the movie again next week. My treat! What do you say?"

Kenny stared at her big, blue eyes and felt frozen in place merely by being so close to such beauty. Then he realized that his mouth was moving but nothing was coming out of it, and he forced himself to speak. "I... I think, um, I'd love to? I mean, s-sure, I'd love to..."

"Excellent!" Lindsey said, with a celebratory jump. "It's a date!"

Vicky arched an eyebrow. A date? She had absolutely enjoyed watching Kenny squirm with embarrassment just a moment ago, but then it had all ended up with him earning another date with that... that... that airheaded princess? Vicky wasn't sure that she liked that at all. She had actually started to like Lindsey at the mall, where she had lots of fun browsing the stores with the blonde girl. But when you included Kenny in the equation, Vicky was not so sure that she'd approve of Lindsey as a good match for her BFF. What did he see in her, anyway? Other than her admittedly amazing princess-like prettiness, that is?

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The four kids enjoyed the movie, and then discussed it as they walked home. Lindsey's home was closer, so they were walking her home first. Night had fallen but the streets were well illuminated, and it was a pretty quiet neighborhood. The weather was warm but not too warm, and so it turned out to be a nice night for a walk.

At some point, Danny and Lindsey started arguing about some element of the movie, and Kenny took the chance to fall a few steps behind, pulling Vicky back with him for a private word.

"What the hell were you trying to pull this time?" Kenny whispered at her. He kept an eye on the other two kids, who were talking amongst themselves just a few steps ahead, to make sure they wouldn't overhear him.

"W-what do you mean?" Vicky whispered back.

"Don't get cute with me, you know what I mean," Kenny said, giving her a hard look. "The Bieber thing!"

"Oh, that," Vicky said, and chuckled discreetly. "I... I just saw the poster and then everything just came right out of my mouth. I wasn't even thinking about what I was saying, honest!"

"Yes, that's something you don't do very often, do you? Think before speaking? Dammit, Vicks, I know you did it to embarrass me."

"Why are you whining so much? It got you a new date, didn't it? With your giggly princess? 'My treat, Kenny! Excellent!'" Vicky said, speaking the last part in a mocking mimicry of Lindsey's enthusiastic tone of voice, and even imitating her little celebratory jump.

"Oh, and I'm sure you think that your little prince is so cool, huh? He's so full of himself, the smug little brat. He thinks he's the hottest pie on the shelf! 'Oh, I'm more of an alternative music kind of guy myself, you know, 'cause I'm too cool to like other music, you know?'" Kenny said, doing a comical imitation of Danny and exaggerating a smug facial expression.

"He didn't say 'alternative music', you blockhead," Vicky said, looking annoyed. "He said 'indie music', it’s not the same thing. But I can easily understand how a Bieber superfan like yourself can mistake one thing for the other, though."

"Now listen, you little..."

"Hey!" Danny said, smiling at them. Him and Lindsey had stopped walking and were looking back at them. Kenny and Vicky barely stopped in time to avoid stumbling with the other two kids. "What are you two gossiping about?"

"Uh, n-nothing!" Vicky said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "We were just, um... just..."

"T-talking about school!" Kenny said.

"Uh, y-yeah!" Vicky agreed. "About school, yes, because... because we still need to do some homework for tomorrow!"

"Yes! Homework!" Kenny said. "We were talking about doing it tonight, when we get home."

"Oh, that's right," Danny said. "I'd forgotten that you two live practically next to each other, right? In the same apartment building? So 'home' is kind of the same place to you two, huh?"

"That's right," Lindsey said, and giggled. "That's why they've known each other since forever. They're BFFs, you know?"

"Oh, are they?" Danny said. His tone and the look in his face resembled the moment when he’d learned about Kenny being a Bieber fan, and so Kenny realized that Danny was about to launch into another mocking diatribe –disguised as another ‘democratic’ comment, surely- only this time he would not only be mocking Kenny, but Vicky as well. A fire raged in Kenny’s eyes as he thought about the other boy mocking his BFF.

"Yes, we are," Kenny said, taking a step forward toward Danny. "She's my best friend in the world and there's no one who knows her better than me. Or cares for her more than me. Uh... in a friendship kind of way, of course..."

The four kids said nothing for a moment. They had all been taken a little by surprise by Kenny's sudden attitude - even Kenny himself had. The brown-haired boy had spoken with a firm, no-nonsense tone of voice that was just this side of being aggressive. His eyes were set in the same mood.

Vicky stared at him with surprise. What was Kenny doing? Why did he say those things? Was he trying to protect her in some strange, instinctive sort of way? And more importantly: Why did she like it when he said it, even though he had sounded somewhat silly, and even a little dorkish?

"Hey, hey, hey, chill out, dude!" Danny said, smiling at him. "I was just making conversation. We're all having a good time here, aren't we? At least I am."

"Me, too!" Lindsey said.

"Yeah… us too," Vicky said. Then she blinked and realized that she'd also spoken for Kenny and not just for herself. "I mean, uh, me too. What about you, Ken?"

"Uh, sure..." Kenny said, relaxing his posture. He gave the others an awkward smile. "Let's keep going, then."

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They left Lindsey at her doorstep, said goodnight to her and then walked in the direction of Danny's house. The conversation became lighter and Danny made Vicky laugh a few times. Kenny kept a polite smile on his face, but his opinion of Danny did not improve with every passing minute. Just the opposite - the more Danny made Vicky laugh, the more Kenny became convinced that Danny came off as egocentric. Kenny walked beside them with both hands buried in his pockets, and said little.

When they finally arrived to Danny's place, an angry-looking lady stormed out of the house and hurried toward Danny. Kenny realized that she must have watched them arrive through one of the windows.

"Daniel Thaddeus Thompson!" The angry lady said, approaching Danny and grabbing his ear. "Is it true that you splashed your sister with the garden hose today? Don't even try to lie to me, young man!"

"OWW! But mom, I was just-! OWW! OWW! It was just a little water! OWW!" Danny said as his mom tugged on his ear.

"Just a little water? The entire living room’s soaked! You actually chased your sister into the house with the hose, didn't you? And she caught a cold because of what you did. She's been sneezing for hours! Oh, you're really going to get it this time, young man. Come here!"

"NO, MOM, PLEASE! OWW! NOT IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS! OWW! MOMMYYYYY!" Danny begged and whimpered as he was dragged by the ear toward the house.

Danny's mom did not seem in the least moved by her son's pleas as she dragged him inside. Vicky and Kenny stood transfixed for a moment, as they heard the commotion continue inside the house. They heard the sounds of struggling, then louder begging from Danny, and then the smacking of bare flesh alongside Danny's crying.

"Oh, wow," Vicky said, wide-eyed. "H-he's getting a spanking!"

"He sure is," Kenny said, no less surprised than Vicky by the sudden development. A slight smile appeared on his face.

"Let's go watch!" Vicky said and hurried toward the front door, which had been left half-open.

"Vicky, wait!" Kenny said, but she had already sprinted ahead.

Kenny joined her at the ajar door, and both kids discreetly stuck their heads inside. From their vantage point, they could spy Danny's mom sitting on a sofa, her son across her lap, and the boy’s pants and underwear pulled down to his ankles. Her hand rained down over his bare bottom with astounding force, making the boy cry out, kicking and squirming continuously. Danny's bawling was loud and desperate from the very beginning, his shoulder-long hair shaking wildly as he wiggled.

"Man, what a crybaby," Kenny whispered to Vicky. "Not even you start crying that hard until WAY further into the spanking."

"You're right..." Vicky admitted, as she stared at the scene, looking even more amazed than Kenny. "Oh my god... I'm actually looking at Danny Thompson's bare butt! And it's definitely gorgeous! Even better, I'm watching it get soundly spanked!

"Hmph. Seems like a normal butt to me..." Kenny said, trying to sound unimpressed, although he secretly had to admit that Danny's perky bubble-butt must have looked pretty attractive to a girl.

Then Vicky and Kenny saw a young girl come running down the stairs, with an excited look on her face. Kenny realized she must be Danny's little sister - the one who had been splashed by Danny, like his mom had said. The young girl stopped right in front of the ongoing spanking and started giggling at her older brother, leaning her face toward his to make sure that he saw her delight.

"Who's wet now, you big bully?" The little girl said in Danny's face. "Your face is, that's who! Wet with lots and lots of tears. You cry just like a little baby!" she said and laughed as if she was very amused by her own taunting.

"Make yourself useful, Molly," her mom said as she spanked away with unrelenting force. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "And bring me my big hairbrush. It's on the nightstand, in my bedroom." *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "Because I think your naughty brother here needs a really long and painful lesson, and my hand will start hurting before we're through." *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OWAAAAAA! NO, MOMMY, NOT THE HAIRBRUSH!" *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "WAAAAAAAA! OWAAAAAA! PLEASE IT HURTS SO MUCH OH PLEEEAAASE!" *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "WAAAAAAA! WAAAAAAA! I'M GONNA BE A GOOD BOOOOOY!" *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

A delighted Molly hurried upstairs to comply with her mother's request, as Danny's howling became even louder and his begging turned more and more into the voice of a very young infant.

"C'mon, Vicks, let's go," Kenny said, taking her arm.

"What are you talking about?" Vicky said, her eyes never leaving Danny’s bouncing bottom. "This is awesome! I want to watch all of it!"

"I'm sure you do," Kenny said. "But Danny's mom hasn't noticed us spying on them yet, and if she does she might call our own mothers, and then WE'D be in trouble. Besides, it looks as if this spanking is going to take quite a long time, and I really do need to finish some homework tonight."

"Oh, you're such a party-pooper!" Vicky said, frowning, but she started to step back with him, stretching her neck as much as she could in order to catch some final precious instants of Danny's current predicament and committing the image to memory.

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The two kids walked away, side by side, toward their own apartment building. The dramatic sounds of the punishment followed them more distance through the otherwise quiet streets than Kenny thought they would, finally vanishing from earshot until they were more than two blocks away.

"I can't believe that just happened," Vicky said as they walked. "I mean, it would have been difficult in the first place to believe that someone in school other than me was getting spanked at this age, but for that person to be Danny Thompson -the cool, confident, cutest boy in class- it just blows my mind!"

"He didn't sound that cool and confident when he was across his mommy's lap, huh?" Kenny said, and they both shared a laugh. "So, does this change the way you feel about him?"

"I... I don't know… I mean I did enjoy hanging out with him today, you know? Besides, I get spanked, too, so how could I dismiss someone because of something he shares with me? Everything’s just weird in my head right now. I'll just have to think about it, I guess..."

"That actually kind of makes sense. And, well, I had a good time, too. Even after that Bieber thing you pulled..."

"Oh, c'mon, admit you LOVE his music! It's just us right now, no one else is listening. Tell the truth! Baby, baby, baby ooohhh like!" she started singing as she tussled his hair with both hands.

"Hey, cut it out!" He protested, as Vicky continued with the tussling. "Ok, ok, geez! I admit it, ok? I like his music!"

"I knew it!" Vicky said, smiling triumphantly and pulling away from him.

"But keep it between us from now on, all right?" Kenny said, as he tried to fix the mess she had left his hair in. "You know what the boys at school would probably say if they knew about it..."

"Ok, ok, I’ll try not to embarrass you again by sharing any more neighborly secrets. Pinky promise! " Vicky said, showing him her pinky finger, but she kept her other hand hidden behind her back, forefinger and middle finger crossed.

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A while later, they finally reached the block where their apartment building was. Then Vicky snorted a laugh.

"What?" Kenny asked. "What's so funny?"

"The hottest pie on the shelf?" she said, referring to the phrase he’d used when they had been arguing behind Danny and Lindsey’s backs. Then she laughed out loud. "Where did you get that from?"

"Oh man, I said that, didn’t I?" he said and then couldn’t help start laughing himself. "I don't know why I said that, I swear! We were arguing and I was mad at you and it suddenly came out of my mouth. It sounds freaking ridiculous! Please, please, please don't remind me of it for the rest of our lives."

"Of COURSE I'll keep reminding you of this beautiful mephat... mepat... metaphor you created, for the rest of your life! You think I'd give something like this up? This is golden!"

"Oh, brother," Kenny said, and then sighed, but his smile remained.

"You are a blockhead, but a funny blockhead, Ken. You know that?"

"Yeah, yeah, you're a barrel of laughs yourself. When you're behaving, that is."

Vicky stared at her friend's brown eyes and smiled warmly. She had truly enjoyed talking to Danny and it had felt exciting hanging out with such a cute boy, but being with Kenny always made her feel comfortable and warm. Those were two different kinds of goodness, and she felt lucky to be experiencing both. Kenny smiled back at her and said nothing for a moment - who knows what he might be thinking about?

"Come with me, you idiot," Vicky said as she took him by the wrist and led him behind the apartment building, with a quick step.

"W-what are you doing?" Kenny said as he let himself be carried along. "Where are we going?"

Behind their apartment building was a basketball court, where the neighborhood kids played casual tournaments. It was well maintained and it even had a set of concrete-built bleachers on the far side, so people could sit and watch the games. The bleachers rose all of three long rows of seats high, so the back of the bleachers was tall to enough for people to hide out of sight. Opposite to the back of the bleachers stood a long brick fence, so between the two was a long, darkened corridor, which might have been put to unsuitable uses if that were a worse kind of neighborhood. But in fact, the small town did not have any too-disagreeable neighborhoods at all, least of all that particular area where Vicky and Kenny lived in, which was known to be one of the safest and better-off parts of town.

Vicky finally stopped when Kenny and her were well inside the concealed corridor's shadows, practically hidden from sight. She turned to see him and giggled.

"What's going on?" he said. "Why did you bring us here?"

"So we can practice some more," she said.

"Pract...? Oh! Y-you mean the same thing that we practiced yesterday?"

"Of course, dummy! Unless, uh, unless you don't want to...?"

"Want to? Uh, s-sure! I mean, why not? I mean..."

"Shut up now, blockhead."

"O-ok..."

Vicky leaned over and kissed him. She then realized that this time it had been easier to simply reach out and do it - she felt less nervous about it than last time and she pushed forward, letting herself enjoy it. Then they reached their arms around one another and embraced as they continued to kiss, which was also different from last time. Kenny's arms around her felt wonderful to Vicky, and she hugged him harder. Three times their lips parted and three times they came together again, with the moist, intimate sound that lips do when they part.

At some point they slowly released each other. Vicky suddenly realized that they must have been kissing for only a few moments, even if it had felt to her like a very long time.

"Um... s-so?" Kenny said. "How was that?"

"I think, um..." Vicky said, with a shy smile. "I think we're actually getting better at this, you know? I guess it must be true that practice makes perfect..."

"Which means that we'll...?"

"Yes, which means that we'll have to practice again. But really, those two are in for a surprise when they become our first kiss."

"'Those two?'"

"Uh, Danny and Lindsey, of course..."

"Oh! O-of course!" Kenny said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, I... I guess we should be go home now, right? It's getting pretty late," Vicky said and started walking away, but Kenny held her arm.

"Hold on a second, girl," he said. "We still need to deal with another matter."

"Huh? What is it?" she said.

"Your misbehavior at the movies, of course. Did you really think you'd get away with embarrassing me like that without getting even a few smacks?"

"What? But... but... Kennyyyyy!"

"Stop whining. You know I can't let that go, or you'll start doing it even more often. You have to learn that your actions come with consequences. Now hold up your skirt."

"B-but someone might see!" Vicky said, squirming as she pleaded, although her hands were already gripping the hem of her skirt. "Can't we do it in my room, at least? Pleeeaaase?"

"It's the middle of the night, there's no one around and we're pretty well shielded from sight in this dark passageway. Which I'm sure it's the reason why you brought us here for our, uh... for our 'practice'.... So if it's private enough for that, then it's private enough for a few smacks. Now hurry up before I decide to pull your panties down, as well."

"Ok, ok!" she said and turned around, lifting her skirt all the way up until it revealed her midsection. She gently pushed her back forward a little, so her butt was sticking out. Her knees were slightly bent, which also made her bottom stick out further.

Even through the shadows, Kenny was surprised when he saw Vicky's red panties, which featured intricate lace patterns all over. Through the lace he could glimpse some of the flesh underneath. He thought that these were surely the sexiest panties he'd ever seen on her - they were practically lingerie! Could all kinds of girl underwear be called 'lingerie', or was the term used exclusively for the sexy kind of underwear? Kenny wasn't sure. If the latter was the case, then Vicky was definitely wearing some truly sexy lingerie at the moment and Kenny couldn't help but stare, bewildered, at the admittedly attractive sight of his friend’s derriere.

He thought of asking Vicky about it, but then decided not to for some reason. He realized, with further surprise, that he was blushing at the sight of the provocative garment. Perhaps, he thought, part of the reason for his reaction was that he was used to dealing with Vicky the bratty little girl, but less used to dealing with Vicky the I'm-not-a-little-kid-anymore girl? He was amazed at how easily a simple pair of panties could be threatening to change his perspective about his best friend. He shook his head to clear it and tried to focus on the task at hand - he had a job to do, and all that sexy red lace was -before anything else- his plump, deserving target at the moment.

"Y-you did say a 'few' smacks, right?" Vicky said, as she waited for the spanking to begin.

"I did say 'few', yeah," he said, raising his hand and taking aim. "But I did not say 'mild', did I?"

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "OOWW! OOWW!" Vicky cried, then realized she was making too much noise and raised her skirt even further so she could bite on it, muffling her cries so no one might overhear. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* "MMMPH! MMMPH! MMMMMMMPHHH!" *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

Vicky squirmed and fidgeted, but somehow managed to stay in place. She was standing up and slightly bent over so her butt could be well presented for her friend's relentless hand. She shut her eyes and bit hard on the skirt's fabric as she endured the sharp spanks that alternated between her left cheek, her right cheek, the center of her butt, and some that landed on the area between her buns and her thighs, which particularly stung like the dickens.

The spanking merely took a couple of minutes, but it was enough to draw tears from Vicky's eyes, as well as some redness in the area below her fancy underwear. Then she pranced in circles for a few moments, rubbing her posterior. She was still biting on her skirt as she jumped around and whimpered, and Kenny noticed that the front of her laced panties matched the pattern from the back, letting show some of the dark hair beneath them. The sight of the prancing girl suddenly seemed to Kenny a strange marriage between the comical and the attractive.

When Vicky had settled down, they both entered the apartment building and walked up three floors, then down the hallway until they reached Vicky's front door. Vicky unlocked and opened the door, half-stepped inside and then turned back toward Kenny. With one hand she held the door open, while the other one was still busy rubbing her stinging rear end.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then," Vicky said.

"Yeah, don't stay up late, tomorrow's a school day," Kenny said. "Speaking of school, weren't you getting your science quiz results today? Did they hand them in?"

Vicky's face turned pale. "Uh, y-yeah, they did... But can we talk about them tomorrow? Oh, Kenny, pleeeaaase?"

Kenny sighed. "Oh well, I guess I still have to finish some homework before I go to bed tonight, so you are off the hook for now. But tomorrow we'll take a look at them, all right?"

"All right, thanks! I, um, I actually didn't do as bad as I did on the math quiz, you know?"

"We'll see. And, hey, you're also getting your history quiz results tomorrow, aren't you? We'll have to see those, too. And don't think you'll only get one spanking if you did bad on both of them - you'll earn one punishment for each, if both results are bad."

"Oh, man! Let's... let's just talk about it tomorrow, ok?"

"All right, all right. ‘Night, Vicks. Sleep tight."

"'Night," she said, closing the door as he turned around and started walking away.

Vicky started walking toward her bedroom when she heard the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen, which was very close to the front door. She stepped into the kitchen to find her younger sister, Lucy, serving herself a glass of milk.

"Sounds like your butt's having a busy day tomorrow," the black-haired, 12-year-old said, and giggled at her blushing older sister. She'd clearly overheard Vicky and Kenny's conversation at the front door. "You've scheduled it for a nice tanning session, didn't you? I'll be sure to have Beth over, so we can both enjoy the show. She just LOVES the way you sing in duet with Mr. Hairbrush!"

Vicky's buns clenched at the mere mention of the dreaded wooden weapon. "Fine, bring her over, why don't you? I'm sure you'll both get yours sooner than you think, anyway. You both think you're so smart, but you're just pretentious little brats!"

Lucy giggled. "Maybe so, but at least I'm smart enough to keep my own bottom nice and fresh, aren't I? Unlike some other brats who live here."

Vicky grumbled through clenched teeth and walked away. Once in her bedroom, she settled herself in a position that was quickly –and painfully- becoming all-too familiar to her: Lying on her stomach on the bed, naked from the waist down, and a small electric fan turned on and aimed at her bare, stinging posterior. This rump-refreshing routine was rapidly becoming standard procedure before she fell asleep. Elbows sunk on the bed below her face, she held her head up with both hands while she fumed, annoyed at both the current burning predicament of her rear end and at Lucy's taunting words of mockery.

What angered her most was that Lucy was probably right - odds were that tomorrow she was going to end up doing the horizontal dance across Kenny's lap after he checked her two quizzes' results, while Lucy and Beth would surely be in the next room, enjoying the recital.

Then, *POOF!* Demon Vicky popped up on her left shoulder, in a cloud of red smoke.

"You're probably not getting off the hook from that spanking, girl," the mischievous, red-clothed demon girl said. "But those two brats don't have to get away with their little rumps unscathed, either."

"You're right..." Vicky said, her eyes gleaming with wickedness as her brain chewed on the possibilities. A twisted smile appeared on her face. "You're right, I can get back at those twerps, can't I? Yes, I'm sure I can set them up nicely and wipe that smirk off their pretty faces..."

*POOF!* Angel Vicky made her entrance, materializing on Vicky's right shoulder in a cloud of white smoke.

"Well, go ahead," Vicky said to the miniature angel and rolled her eyes. "Say your piece and try to dissuade me. I guess I have to give you a fair chance to do it."

"What? Dissuade you from getting those two brats something they’ve had coming for a long time?" Angel Vicky said. "Not a chance, girl. For once I'm going to agree with her evilness over there, and encourage you to do exactly what she suggested. Oh, I would really enjoy watching those two naughty little bums get nice and red, believe you me!"

Vicky felt a devilish determination wash her body like soothing warm water. The fine, fuzzy hairs on the back of her neck, as well as the ones on her lower back, stood up straight, charged with electrical excitement. Yes, she knew what to do. If she -or, more accurately, her panties- were going down tomorrow, then two other pairs of panties were going to fall, too, and their owners would be singing their own tearful concert, to her immense delight...

To be continued...

(The End)