This is part one of a story written for a dear friend’s birthday. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. Enjoy!
Corrine glanced at Caitlyn and Shelby, who giggled as they watched television together. Corrine herself was on her laptop, finishing up some end of the month bills. They were all enjoying a weekend together in the mountains, along with Caitlyn’s daddy, Robert. He had stepped out a few minutes ago, headed to dinner with a high school friend who happened to live in this part of the country. He’d said goodbye to Corrine, then to the girls, planting a kiss on the top of Caitlyn’s head and exiting with a final glance in their direction and the word “behave.” “Yes, Daddy,”and “yes, sir” came two sweet answers as he shut the door, making Corrine smile.
The giggling subsided, but Corrine noticed Shelby seemed to be keeping an eye on her. That was never good. Corrine hoped that for Shelby’s sake, she waited until Corrine was finished with her work before she started any mischief. The Top hated having to pause in the middle of a task, and would make that very clear if necessary. Both young ladies were already sitting on pink bottoms, but those were from warm and friendly spankings, greetings from their respective people for the weekend.
It appeared to be her lucky day, though. Corrine refocused her attention on the computer, and was soon so into her task that she stopped paying attention to the rest of the living room. So when she did finish and look up, the sight before her came as a bit of a shock. Shelby and Caitlyn both had colorful marks all over their arms and legs, and markers clutched in their hands, held aloft like weapons. Corrine realized now that the occasional noises she’d heard from the couch were the attempted silencing of shrieks at each other, and not reactions to the movie. Shelby noticed her Top looking in their direction first, and her expression changed immediately. Caitlyn saw her friend’s face and glanced backward, making eye contact with Corrine. She “eeped” and dropped the fat purple marker in her hand onto the floor. “We were just playing,” offered Shelby, but she could see that Corrine was not amused.
“Kitchen, now. You better hope that marker all comes off.” Both young women rose at Corrine’s command and walked slowly into the kitchen, where Corrine handed them washcloths and watched as they scrubbed at the short lines and swiftly placed dots that decorated every bit of exposed skin. Shelby even sported a mark on her chin, while Caitlyn had several green lines on her knees. As they washed, Corrine began to scold them. “You were asked to get along for an hour so I could work in peace, and all the while you two were getting up to this nonsense right under my nose? This is not how we treat our friends. This is how children with their first pack of markers behave. And I thought I had two well behaved-young ladies on my hands.” She handed them both dry towels as they finished up.
“Eyes up here,” Corrine demanded, and two pairs of guilty eyes tore themselves from the floor to look at her face. “What happens when we behave like naughty girls in this house?”
Simultaneously, Caitlyn whispered “No!” as Shelby said “But Cory…” The Top merely put her hands on her hips and looked from one young woman to the other. “I’m waiting. Shelby? What happens?” Shelby’s face fell into a spectacular pout as she finally blurted out, “They get spanked.”
“And how do they get spanked, Caitlyn?”
Caitlyn couldn’t keep her eyes up as she reluctantly answered, “On their bare bottoms. But Cory-”
“Absolutely not. No excuses. Both of you march your little heinies back into the living room. Caitlyn, you find yourself a corner. Shelby, beside the couch. Scoot.”
Both young women did as they were told. Corrine made herself comfortable on the couch, taking her time as Shelby fidgeted nervously beside her, up until the moment she was tugged down across her Top’s lap. As Corrine adjusted the girl’s skirt, she looked over to the little one in the corner. “Is that how Daddy expects corner time, Caitlyn?” She said sharply.
Caitlyn bent her knees a little in embarrassment as she whined quietly, “but Daddy’s not here.”
Caitlyn heard the distinct click of a phone camera, a useless vestige from a pre-digital world that told her everything she needed to know about what was going on behind her. “Wait no, I’ll fix it!” she said, scrambling to lift her skirt. She heard Corrine talking as she typed, “Dear Robert, something seems to be wrong with this picture. I just can’t seem to pinpoint it.”
A moment later, the ding of a response echoed in the room and Corrine read aloud, “Well that’s funny. Daddy says that you should have your ‘skirt up,’ and since you must be feeling stubborn, your ‘panties down.'” Both Shelby and Caitlyn groaned, and Caitlyn’s did as she was told this time, slipping her lacy underwear down to rest on her ankles and rearranging her hands behind her back. “Much better,” Corrine said before turning her attention to the little girl across her lap. “Now, time to give you the spanking you are so clearly in need of. “But I’m not!” Shelby protested, but then Corrine’s hand was falling on her panty-clad bottom and she didn’t have the words to protest any more for several minutes. In no time at all, Shelby found her feet kicking a little and she was having trouble keeping her bottom from clenching up. Corrine stopped spanking, but only long enough to pulled the girl’s underwear down below her knees, shifting the young woman on her lap, not allowing her to help on her own. When her hand found the bare skin of Shelby’s bottom, the girl really began to wiggle, but Corrine was just getting started. Her hand was nothing to scoff at, and she was using it to cover every inch of the young woman’s bottom. She eyed Caitlyn occasionally, watch the girl in the corner’s bottom jump ever so slightly when a swat landed particularly well, twitching in nervous anticipation.
When Corrine was satisfied that Shelby’s stay in the corner would be a very uncomfortable one, she stopped spanking and rubbed the girl’s bottom as she finished up her lecture from earlier. “This is a nice trip, little girl. I do not expect you to do any more ‘art’ on any more people. Is that understood?”
“Yes ma’am,” came the swift reply.
“And I certainly do not expect you to continue instigating for the rest of this weekend. Is that understood?”
“But how do you know…”
Her rebuttal was cut off as Corrine quickly and without warning began spanking again, just as hard and fast as she left off. “Are you telling me that you didn’t start it?” she asked.
“No! I did, but-”
“Then do not waste my time with silly questions like that, little girl.” She began spanking even harder, which Shelby hadn’t realized was possible. “Now back to my original question. You will not be causing more trouble on this trip. Are we clear?”
“Good,” Corrine said with a final swat. “Then you need to walk your little tush over to the corner and trade places with your friend.” Shelby stood, letting her dress fall down and looking at Corrine pleadingly for permission to pull her underwear up. She received an unsympathetic look back, and turned with a frown to take Caitlyn’s place in the corner. “Pull down your skirt and make your way, Caitlyn.” The two girls glanced at each other pitifully, both waddling in different directions with their undies inhibiting their steps. When Caitlyn reached Corrine’s side, she hesitated and glanced at the front door of the house. “Cory…” she said nervously, wringing her hands together. “Yes?” said the Top with a raise of her eyebrows. “Daddy…” Caitlyn began again, but again she couldn’t finished. Corrine had a fair idea of what was bothering her, though.
“What, Caitlyn? Are you worried about Daddy’s rules? Are you worried that you’ll receive another spanking when he gets home? Because I bet you’re absolutely right. If you are spanked when he’s away, you’ll be spanked again when he’s home. If you are looking for sympathy, you are looking in the wrong place.” And with that she held out her hand expectantly. With a quiet whimper, Caitlyn took the proffered hand and allowed herself to be pulled over Corrine’s lap, and soon her skirt was back up and she was receiving a spanking very similar to the one Shelby had received moments ago, except Caitlyn’s spanking started on her bare bottom. Corrine’s left arm was wrapped securely around Caitlyn’s waist, and she didn’t stop or even slow down when the woman began to wiggle and apologize a few minutes into the spanking. Her bottom soon shifted with every swat, but again, Corrine continued until every inch of the naughty girl’s bottom was a deep red.
As she finished up, the questions began. “Am I going to have to deal with this sort of naughtiness every time your daddy steps out of the room, young lady?”
“I should hope not. You are not going to let yourself be dragged along into any more shenanigans this weekend, little girl. Not if you want to sit comfortably again this trip. Is that clear?”
“Good.” And with that, Corrine slowed down the spanking and stopped, pulling the young lady’s skirt back into position and helping her up. She gave her a hug, then led her to a vacant corner. This time, Corrine was the one to adjust Caitlyn’s skirt and underwear, making sure her red bottom was perfectly on display. Once she was satisfied, she moved over to Shelby, adjusting her dress and underwear as well, more to make a point than to actually fix any issue. She rubbed the girl’s shoulders briefly, offering just a moment of comfort before moving back to the couch to admire the view of two very pretty spanked ladies.
The girls were just starting to fidget ten minutes later, when they heard the jingle of keys in the door. Caitlyn whimpered again, and Shelby’s bottom clenched. She had a feeling that if Caitlyn was in double jeopardy, so was she. The girls always seemed to find trouble together, and she knew that tonight was no exception. If she was honest with herself, she knew she deserved it, too. She had been the first to write on Caitlyn, even if her friend had barely hesitated to join in the game.
A smiled played on Corrine’s lips as she noticed how still both girls became as Robert walked in the door. “Well, looks like you’ve done some redecorating,” he said to Corrine as he walked into the living room, hands finding their way to his hips. Corrine stood and then leaned against the arm of the couch. “Turns out,” she said, “that I had a few extra naughty girls on my hands. I’ve always thought naughty girls looked best placed in the corners of a room.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” The young women in the corners couldn’t see it, but Robert’s body language changed as he stopped the banter with Cory and turned around. “Caitlyn,” he said, his voice now very stern, “I want an explanation.”
Want more? Check out part two here.