A Friend Who Cares 17

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A Friend Who Cares Is A Friend Who… Spanks Bare! – Chapter 17

When morning came, it seemed that nobody wanted to waste any time. They all had a quick breakfast and soon enough everyone was enjoying themselves at the beach.

Vicky was still sore from the previous day's spankings, but she just couldn't help having fun, as she splashed around in the water with the other kids. The cool water of the sea was also a relief for her abused posterior.

At one point, Vicky walked out of the water and went back to the condo for a glass of water. She was in the kitchen, drinking it, when she heard someone else walk in. She turned to find Lindsey, smiling as she approached.

Vicky frowned and grumbled to herself. The blonde girl was far from her favorite person at the moment, particularly after her vigorous assistance during Vicky's spanking the night before. "Oh great, here comes Miss Apprentice Spanker," Vicky said. "So you were thirsty, too? Or maybe you're just looking to get me in trouble so you can have another go at my butt?"

"Hey, hey, take it easy! I come in peace, I promise!" Lindsey said, showing Vicky the palms of her hands. Then she realized that Vicky might not exactly have positive memories about those palms and so she hid them behind her back. "Listen, um... I saw you come in here by yourself and I followed because I wanted to talk to you."

"What, like, girl talk?" Vicky said sarcastically, leaving her glass on the table and taking a step forward so she was closer to Lindsey. She would not back down from a confrontation, if that's what Lindsey was looking to provoke. "You think we're friends or something? Oh wait, I just remembered: You think we're sisters of some kind, now that you're with Kenny and all. So you're here for a sisterly talk, is that it?"

"Well, yeah, I mean... Look, I get that you're upset, and that's exactly why I wanted to talk to you. Can we just take a breath and sit down?"

"I can hear you just fine from here," Vicky said, folding her arms and narrowing her eyes.

Lindsey sighed. "Ok, listen... I know that everything's happening too quickly. First, my relationship with Kenny. And then all of this wonderf- ...er, I mean, plentiful spanking. it can be too much to swallow in such a little time. But Kenny told me that he'd talked to you about him and me, and I believe that you're kind of OK with that now, aren't you? With Kenny and me being together, I mean?"

Vicky grumbled again. "So what if I am?"

"Well, you should know that I am also OK with you and him still being BFFs."

"Oh, goody. Like we needed your permission for that."

"What? Are you serious? Look, Vicky, I know you two have been neighbors and friends and BFFs since, like, forever. So you're an important part of his life, I get it. And I wouldn't want to take any important parts of Kenny’s life away."

"...But?" Vicky said, sensing a ‘but’ was coming.

"But you have to admit that it's way more than most other girls would allow. I mean, you're a really pretty girl, you know? Would anyone else be OK with her boyfriend being BFFs with a pretty girl, other than herself? Then there’s also the fact that he gets to strip you naked from the waist down every other day, in order to spank your bare butt. Would anyone else be OK with that? Would you?"

Vicky was taken aback. She didn't know the answer to that. Would she be OK with such a situation, if she were on Lindsey's shoes? She had not thought about it from that perspective. So yes, she had to admit that Lindsey had a point. Vicky found her arms unfolding, and her expression started softening.

"And so," Lindsey continued, as if Vicky's silence had been answer enough. "Here we are. You're OK with Kenny being my boyfriend, and I'm OK with you and him remaining BFFs. Can't we work something out from there? I mean, I kind of remember that you and me got along just fine when we went shopping at the mall the other day. Or was that just me?"

"No, I..." Vicky started to say. She twirled her black hair with a finger, as she used to do when someone had her on the back foot. "I guess I had a good time, too. At the mall, I mean."

"Great! So I was just thinking that... maybe we could try to get along? I mean, we'll probably still fight every now and then for Kenny's attention, and we'll probably try to get the other one spanked all the time... I mean, at least I think I will!" Lindsey said and laughed, as if getting another girl spanked was the funniest thing in the world.

Vicky failed to see any humor in the subject of spankings, so she just grumbled again. But in truth she knew that she, too, would be looking to get Lindsey in trouble with Kenny as often as possible. Even so, Lindsey was actually making some sense and Vicky thought that it might not be the worst thing to give this 'frenemies-relationship' proposal a try. She had kind of liked Lindsey before she became Kenny's sweetheart, after all.

"Ok, sure. Why not?” Vicky said, shrugging. “Let's make peace. We're going to be getting spanked by the same guy on a regular basis, anyway. So I guess we should kind of support each other or something. When we’re not getting the other one spanked, like you said."

"Awesome!" Lindsey said, doing a little celebratory jump. "I guess that means we're now, like, lap-sisters or something."

"Lap-sisters?" Vicky said.

"Yeah, because we share the same spanker. Which means we share the same lap, right?"

Vicky chuckled, despite herself. "Sounds a little ridiculous, but at this point I guess anything goes."

Lindsey laughed and then surprised Vicky by giving her a quick slap on the butt. *SMACK!* Vicky jumped in pain, since her bottom was still sore from the previous day’s fireworks.

"OOW! HEY, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Vicky said, rubbing her bottom.

"It's our brand-new lap-sisters handshake!" Lindsey said and giggled. "Our lap-sisters greeting, I mean. Here!" she said and bent over a little, presenting her butt to Vicky so she could return the greeting.

Vicky did not hesitate to accept the invitation and swung her hand with as much force as she could muster, striking Lindsey's bikini-clad bottom with a loud *SMACK!*

"OOW!" Lindsey said and rubbed her own bottom. Then she laughed. "See? We're having fun already!"

"This is fun?" Vicky said, still confused about exactly what part of spankings was fun. Not the part about getting your own butt spanked, that's for sure. Still, Vicky couldn't help but feel a little better around Lindsey after this conversation. She thought that, sure, Lindsey was maybe a little weird when it came to the subject of spankings, but she was also so happy and lighthearted and kind of fun in spite of everything. And that same lightheartedness might be just the thing missing in Vicky's turmoil of a life. Vicky thought that maybe she, too, would benefit by starting to look at all of this spanking stuff from a lighter perspective. She might be better off with a little less angst and with a little more merriness. Vicky doubted that she would ever be as merry as Lindsey -and maybe she didn't actually wanted to- but perhaps being friends with her might also help Vicky start taking things less seriously. So she was starting to feel better about this already. And then she thought that there was still something else that could improve it...

"All right, lap-sister," Vicky said, with the devious half-smile she always did when planning something naughty. "Now why don't we sit down so I can explain what comes next in our new sisterhood?"

"What comes next?" Lindsey said.

"Yes, there is still something missing so we can start on the right foot. Follow me and I'll tell you about it," Vicky said as she walked toward the living room.

"Uh, sure. Whatever you say, lap-sis!" Lindsey said and giggled, still having fun with the term she'd just invented. She hopped along after Vicky, evidently delighted with the way the conversation had turned out.

They sat down in the large sofa, close to each other. "So the only thing we're missing now," Vicky said. "Is your spanking."

"My what?" Lindsey said, suddenly worried. "What do you mean?"

"Well, if we're going to be lap-sisters, I think we should start by clearing the slate. So I think we should just spank each other to help us let go of all the resentment for everything that’s happened. And then we can start clean."

"Well, I guess it makes sense... I mean, I do advocate spankings as the best way to improve lots of situations, after all. So I can't honestly say that it wouldn't improve this one.

"Right. So, given that you got the chance to spank me last night, we're only missing the part where I spank you."

"What? But that spanking was because of your grades! It was not about this thing between us."

"Whatever it was for, the fact is that you got to spank me already. And I haven't gotten to spank you yet."

"But that's just... that's..." Lindsey said, then caught herself. She thought it over for a second. "You know what? I really think that's not fair at all. But even so, I will go for it. But only because I want to show you that I'm really committed to this thing. I mean, if you still have resentful feelings about me and Kenny getting together, and you want to vent those feelings by spanking me, go right ahead. I definitely want a clean slate between us, like you said. So OK, let's do this then."

Lindsey stood up and dropped her bikini bottom, flashing her dark-blonde bush. Then she quickly placed herself across Vicky's lap, dutifully presenting her bare bottom for a spanking.

Vicky grinned as she reached her left arm around Lindsey's waist, in order to hold her in place. Then she testily patted the inviting butt before her. Vicky had to admit that it was a very nice-looking bottom indeed, and she wondered if Kenny liked it better than her own very-spankable bottom. The thought made her want to spank Lindsey even more. She was finally OK with Lindsey and Kenny being an item, but would Kenny also prefer Lindsey over Vicky when it came to spank a delicious girly bottom? That was an entirely different battle and it was only beginning.

Vicky was sure that she could be an even better, cuter, sexier, more desirable spankee than Lindsey in every way. And spankings had been her and Kenny's thing! It was supposed to be their special bond. Now it seemed that everyone was getting spanked by Kenny. Well, that may be fine (after all, Vicky was absolutely OK with everyone else getting spanked, just as she was), but then she would make sure that she remained Kenny's favorite spankee. Then it would still be their special bond. It would still be their special relationship. She would get to work on that right away. After duly blistering this blonde princess' ass, of course.

"Here we go, 'sis'," Vicky said, with renewed determination. "Here's where we seal our sisterly bond."

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OOW! OOW! GEEZ, IT DOESN'T- OOW! -IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE SO HARD! OOW! OOW!"

"Oh, I think it does," Vicky said, elated. She savored the feeling of her hand striking the soft, bouncing flesh. She also found herself relishing the way Lindsey cried out with every smack, and the fact that it was her own hand causing those cries. Yes, she was starting to see what Lindsey found so enjoyable in spankings. The thrilling sensation only grew in her as the spanking progressed. "I think that all spankings should be really hard. They should sting a LOT. And they should make the spanked person cry a lot. Don't you agree?"

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

"OOW! OOW! Y-YES, BUT- OOW! BUT GODDAMN IT HURTS! OOW! OOOOW!"

Vicky smiled. So the princess wasn't as clean-mouthed all the time, that was good to know. It was also nice to know that Lindsey did not seem to enjoy getting spanked, even though she did seem to enjoy spankings happening all around her. Good, she should hate getting it, just like Vicky did. And now Vicky was going to make sure that Lindsey knew exactly who she was dealing with. So she wanted to friends, even take it to a sisterhood level? Ok, but then she would learn what it meant to enter Vicky's world. And her butt would learn what it meant to enter the world of Vicky's butt. And that was a stinging, stinging world.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

Vicky carried on, spanking as hard and fast as she could, not slowing down for even a second. She was only satisfied when Lindsey finally broke down bawling. Vicky felt a kind of relieving success when Lindsey started crying like a true baby, continuously and as loud as she could. Her frenemy would now know that Vicky had broken her. Even so, Vicky kept on spanking the howling teenage girl for a little while longer, enjoying it and making sure that it would feel to Lindsey like a really good, hard spanking had happened to her. Maybe she didn't exactly deserve it, but Vicky desired it. So maybe it was unfair but Vicky couldn't care less. So she spanked away, as Lindsey kicked and squirmed and made a mess of herself.

When it was over, Lindsey danced around the room, holding her punished behind and crying. For once, Vicky was the person sitting back and enjoying the dancer's performance. Adrenaline still pumped across her body as she watched Lindsey's pitiful show.

After a while, Lindsey calmed down and managed to sit down -with great care- at Vicky's side on the sofa. She surprised Vicky by holding her hand and then kissing her on the cheek.

"W-what was that for?" Vicky said.

"For agreeing to be my sister," Lindsey said, wiping her nose with her free hand. "And also for spanking me. Spanked kids should always thank their spankers for spanking them. Anyway, I'm just so happy that we're OK now."

"Yeah..." Vicky said. And she was surprised to realize that she felt it as well. "Yeah, me too."

Just then, Kenny walked into the room, looking shocked to see a half-naked Lindsey. But he was even more shocked to see the girls holding hands. Didn’t they kind of hate each other?

"What... what's going on?" Kenny said.

"Well, uh..." Vicky said. "Nothing, really. Just a little sisterly bonding, that's all."

"Sisterly...? But what-?"

"She means we're having a little girl-talk," Lindsey said with a firm voice, as she stood to pick up her bikini bottom and put it back in place. "So you need to learn to respect our private girl-time. Our sister-time. No boys are allowed during sister-time, understand? Particularly our sp... particularly you."

"Uh... y-yeah, sure, OK," he said. "I'll just, um... I'll be at the beach, all right? Right."

Kenny left, walking with a quick pace, as if embarrassed that he'd just intruded in a private conversation. Both girls laughed at his reaction.

"He looked as if he was caught misbehaving or something," Vicky said. "Even he can do that sometimes, you know? Misbehave, I mean. Only he doesn't get spanked for it, the lucky bastard. Which is not fair at all, is it?"

"No, it's not," Lindsey agreed. "But don't you worry, sis. I've been thinking about that and I'm already planning to fix it very soon."

"What? You're not seriously planning to spank Kenny, are you?" Vicky said, incredulous. "I mean, that simply wouldn't be possible. You're already getting spanked by him. I mean..."

"Yes, I agree. He's my spanker now, which means I can't spank him. That's the way it should be, in my opinion. But just be patient, I'm working on it."

"Sure. I trust you, lap-sister," Vicky said.

Lindsey smiled. "Thanks, lap-sis. I think we’re going to have lots of fun from now on, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Vicky said. "Even though I get the feeling that more fun also means more misbehaving. Which also means…”

“More ouchie-time for our butts!” Lindsey said and giggled.

Vicky giggled, too. Then she wondered why was she laughing about getting spanked. It was not funny at all! She thought that perhaps Lindsey’s spanking-craziness was a little contagious after all...

To be continued...

(The End)