A Friend Who Cares 18

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A friend who cares is a friend who… spanks bare! – Chapter 18

In the afternoon, Vicky and Kenny were hanging out at the beach, the water reaching up to their necks. The water helped finish cooling off Vicky's sore bottom from the previous night's spanking, until it was finally feeling fresh once again. 'Now it's ready for its next spanking,' Vicky thought, sarcastically. 'Which won't take too long to come, knowing my luck.'

Vicky and Kenny were the only ones in the water. Lindsey and Mandy had gone off to buy some ice cream, while Marky and Lucy were sitting next to each other on the cool, wet sand. They were holding hands and smiling at each other.

"Don't they look sweet?" Vicky said.

"Yeah," Kenny said. "So they're together now, huh? When did that happen?"

"Today," Vicky said. "Lindsey had a hand in it, I think. It's scary to see how manipulative she can be, isn't it?"

"You don't have to look at it that way. I mean, Lucy has had a crush on Marky for such a long time. So you could see it as Lindsey just helping her out. I think Lucy must be grateful to her."

"Sure she must. But I still wonder how this fits into Lindsey's crazy web of spanking connections. I'm starting to think that everything she does is for some calculated reason."

"Huh? What the hell are you talking about? I never figured you for a conspiracy buff, Vicks. And I also thought that you and Lindsey had finally buried the hatchet this morning."

"Yeah, I guess we did... but we're still kind of frenemies, you know? All I'm saying is, don't be surprised to see Lindsey and me being friendly sometimes and then knocking heads at other times."

"Yeah, I guess I shouldn't be surprised at all. I mean, you're girls, after all! Girls are weird like that."

"Shut up, stupid!" Vicky said and splashed water at Kenny's face, even as she laughed at his remark.

"Ok! ok! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Kenny said and laughed, too, covering his face from the attack.

"And here we are talking about Lindsey again," Vicky said and sighed. "She's here with us even when she isn't. Figures."

"I guess that's just natural. I mean, you and I are best friends, and best friends are often talking about each other's boyfriends or girlfriends, right? It means we trust each other, I guess."

"Yeah, that's right... Sometimes you're not such a total blockhead, you know?" Vicky said, liking what she was hearing. "So, Ken. You must be ecstatic to be spanking gorgeous little Lindsey's butt, huh?"

"H-huh? Well, I... that is, I mean, I spank her when she deserves it, not because I enjoy it..."

"Oh, for crying out loud. Cut the crap, will you? You just said that we trust each other. Are we best friends or are we not best friends?"

"Of course we are."

"Then be honest with me. We have to able to talk about anything, right? So don't be afraid, you can admit that you enjoy spanking her mega-cute princess bottom. It's only natural, after all."

"Uh... yeah, sure, I guess I like it... but that doesn't mean that I do it because I like it. I only do it when she-"

"Yeah, yeah, when she earns it, I know. Of course I know that you wouldn't spank anyone just because you enjoy it. I mean, you wouldn't abuse your authority. I'm trusting you with my own mega-cute bottom, remember? Speaking of which, you do enjoy spanking me as well, don't you?"

"What? Wait, no, I...."

"WHAT? You mean you do enjoy spanking your princess' milky-white tushy, but you don't enjoy spanking my wonderful, tan, unspeakably sexy bare bottom?" Vicky said, looking quite annoyed.

"No! I mean, yes! I mean... s-sure, I guess I do enjoy it, ok? Just as much as I enjoy spanking Lindsey's. Wait! I mean, I enjoy spanking both of you, but in a different way. W-which doesn't mean that I enjoy spanking one of you more than I do the other. But I do enjoy the both of you! Wait, that didn't come out right, either..."

Vicky giggled. "It's ok, Ken, chill out! Get a hold of yourself. You're a guy and we're two fabulous-looking young girls. It's only natural that you'd enjoying spanking our bare behinds! I couldn't expect you to avoid that."

Kenny exhaled and looked relieved. "So you just wanted to hear me say it or what?"

"Yeah. I wanted to torture you a little, I guess," she said and giggled again. "But I don't buy that 'I enjoy spanking both of you the same but in a different way' garbage. You must enjoy spanking one of us more than you enjoy spanking the other. So whose butt is it?"

"What? N-no, really, I..."

"C'mon, Ken. Don’t tell me you don't remember these bad girls," Vicky said, taking one of Kenny's hands underwater and placing it over her right buttcheek. "How does it feel?"

Kenny swallowed and looked around nervously to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully, there was no one nearby. "H-how does it feel? It, uh... it feels good, of course. I mean, well, it's firm and... and round, and..."

"Doesn't it feel absolutely freaking spankable?"

"What? It... yes, of course! I mean..."

"Doesn't it make you wish that you were spanking this delicious bottom right now? Right over your lap, staring at you... wiggling and waiting for your hand... two beautiful, naked, girly buns at your mercy...."

Kenny swallowed again. "S-sure... I mean, if you deserved it, of cour-"

"FUCK what I deserve!" Vicky said, pulling closer to him until their faces were almost touching. She kept Kenny's hand over her butt and forced it to grab harder. "I know you must enjoy spanking my butt more than Lindsey's. You must! It's our special bond."

"Our... our bond?"

"I'll tell you what. You don't have to wait for the next time I misbehave. You can spank me right now if you want to, for this time only. So for the following minutes, you can spank me for no other reason than the fact that you love spanking my butt. Because you desire it. You can take me into the condo right now, pull off my swimsuit and give me a lovely hand-spanking just because it's your wish to do so."

"Holey moley," Kenny said and swallowed again.

"Well?" Vicky said. Her eyes were staring him down intensely.

"Um... g-get... get your butt to the condo right now, girl. You're getting a spanking on your… um, on your delicious bare bottom!"

Vicky smiled. "That's more like it. I mean, yes sir!"

She took his hand and led him out of the water. She couldn't contain her excitement and so she jogged instead of walking, pulling Kenny along with her. As they passed beside the new, happy couple, Marky turned to look at them, bewildered, but Lucy took his chin and rotated his face back toward her. She did not want her new boyfriend's attention anywhere else at the moment (if ever!).

Vicky's mind raced as she went. Why was she so excited, anyway? She was going to get a spanking. She hated spankings! They were painful and embarrassing. But her world was not that simple anymore. She would do anything to keep -and strengthen- her special bond with Kenny. A bond that had grown into something more than simple friendship, but somehow into something different than romance. Some kind of crazy relationship that felt really substantial. It felt important. And it felt beautiful to her. She would not allow it to be at risk.

So Lindsey could have Kenny's heart, sure, but only the romantic part of his heart. There were other parts. And Vicky was determined to remain Kenny's favorite spankee. Spankings were the glue that kept their special bond together. Spankings were what had propelled their friendship into the next level. Spankings were what would keep them there, or even deeper into levels that Vicky could not yet fathom.

Kenny wanted to spank her. That was important to her. He liked to spank her. Of course he did, because she was so freaking spankable! Way more spankable than Lindsey, for sure. It took more than owning a mega-cute bottom to be spankable, in Vicky's opinion. Vicky was the better spankee and Kenny would have to see it. He must see it. And right now she was happy because he wanted to spank her -not because she was going to get spanked, that was a different thing. She was happy because he wanted to spank her. That was more than enough to make her satisfied. For now, at least.

As soon as they entered the condo -which, luckily, was empty at the moment- Vicky pushed Kenny on to the sofa, pulled off her swimsuit in a flash and dropped herself over his lap.

"Go on, then," Vicky said, wiggling her bare bottom upwards. "All yours, cowboy. I have not been naughty. I do not deserve a spanking. But you can give it to me anyway, if you really want to. Do you really want to?”

"Oh hell yes," Kenny said, staring at Vicky's young, inviting bare behind with wide open eyes, as if he were looking at it for the very first time. Or maybe he was looking at it in a different way for the first time. Under a different light.

"Then smack it, Ken. Spank the living daylights out of it. It's yours! I mean it's mine but it's also yours! Go on, whack it, smack it, spank it. Make it RED!"

"Oh girl, you got it!"

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

The spanking proceeded as usual. Vicky did not cry or kicked her legs or squirmed any less than she did with a regular spanking. Kenny did not spank harder or milder, either. To any external onlooker, the only noticeable difference would be that Vicky did no beg for it to stop, as she usually did. She did howl as loudly as ever, but not once did she ask for the spanking to end. She had given up her own bottom for Kenny to spank at leisure, at least for this once. So she lay there and took as much as he wished to give. And he gave her quite a bit.

After Vicky's post-spanking dance, there came another difference from their standard procedure: Kenny had Vicky cuddle up on his lap, this time in a sitting position. She snuggled up to him and continued to weep softly, as Kenny's hand rubbed her stinging rear end.

"There, there, Vicks... it's all right," he said in her ear with a soothing voice. "It's going to be all right."

She nodded and smiled, her face buried in his neck, even as tears kept on running down her face. Her bottom stung badly! But her heart was glad because she knew that he was right: It was going to be all right. She now finally saw that it was all going to be all right.

To be continued...

(The End)