by Frank Martinet
In 18 years, Meg had never been spanked. For most this would have been regarded as a good thing, an achievement of sorts. But Meg, for reasons she didn't comprehend, felt oddly disappointed. Perhaps because she'd never experienced it, spanking fascinated her.
Her knowledge of the subject was minimal. It wasn't like she was obsessed with it and went out of her way to explore the topic. It was just that when it occasionally came up - a mention in a book or a scene in a movie - she wondered what it was like.
None of her friends were spanked, or at least it wasn't a subject that they talked about. She'd had a boyfriend or two give her ass a pat or squeeze, and that she rather liked. A real spanking, though, would be much harder and it would hurt. She just wasn't sure how much.
It wasn't like she set out to get spanked. She was just curious. This curiosity blossomed the day she went to Chad's house to study. He was her sort-of boyfriend, and they often hung out together. They liked each other a lot, but it wasn't too serious, at least not yet.
When she arrived, she sensed something off in the usually noisy home. Chad put a finger to her lips to be quiet.
"Careful," he said. "Mom's on the warpath. Suzy's in trouble."
Meg pictured Chad's youngest sister, a mousy little fourteen-year-old. The girl was studious and kind - what in the world could she have done that was so naughty?
"She threw a pair of scissors at her sister," said Chad. "They stuck in the wall and everything. She's really going to get it."
"Get what?"
"Spanked."
A chill went down Meg's spine. "She... gets spanked?"
"We all do," said Chad with a shrug. "My folks are old-fashioned and pretty strict."
This was new information and Meg could hardly contain her curiosity. She had to be careful, though, as she didn't want Chad to think she was weird. A million questions were going through her mind.
They went upstairs and walked past Suzy's room. Meg heard crying from inside, though the door was closed. Just then Chad's mom came out of her bedroom at the end of the hall. In her hand was a large wooden hairbrush. It was a strange thing to be carrying around the house, but the woman's grim expression quickly had Meg realizing that the implement was not to be used for brushing hair.
"Oh, hello Mrs. Davis," she said politely.
"Meg," said the woman with a nod. She looked at her son. "What are you two doing?"
"Studying. Our history mid-term is tomorrow."
"All right, but remember our rule: the door stays open."
"Of course, Mom."
"Yes, Mrs. Davis," said Meg. She couldn't take her eyes off the hairbrush.
The woman saw and felt the need to explain. "I'm afraid young Suzy is about to learn a stern lesson about controlling her temper. If you hear her crying, she's just getting a well-deserved bottom warming."
Meg nodded as if this was normal, but inside she was jumping around with excitement. She wanted so bad to follow the woman and watch, but instead went into Chad's room and sat on his bed. He got out their books, but Meg already knew she wasn't going to get any studying done while there was a spanking happening in the next room.
Just how would it work? Would Suzy be over her mother's lap? What was she wearing? Would her pants and panties be taken down? How hard would the spanking be? How long would it last? Meg didn't know what was normal, but she itched to find out.
"So you get spanked, too?" she asked Chad as casually as she could.
He blushed slightly, then shrugged. "Not lately," he said. "But yeah, I suppose if I did something as stupid as Suzy, I'd be getting it. But that would be from Dad with his leather strap."
More fascinating information. Meg kept calm and nodded. "I've never been spanked," she whispered, as though this was significant information. "Does it hurt?"
"Oh yeah. It's incredibly painful. But my folks are fair: it hurts, but it's over quickly. You're punished and forgiven. What do your folks do, ground you?"
"They take away my phone, which ought to be considered child abuse," said Meg. "I've often wondered if spanking might be better."
"They don't spank at all?"
"No, I think my mom was, and she vowed not to do that to her kids, so it must have been a bad experience."
"It's not that bad if it's done properly," said Chad. "It can be abused, though."
"How do your folks do it? What's 'properly' mean?"
"Well, like right now Suzy's getting a lecture. Mom's probably sitting on the bed, that hairbrush at the ready, and Suzy's standing in front of her being reminded of what she did and why that was wrong. Mom won't actually start the spanking until Suzy understands and admits she screwed up."
"And then what?" Meg's voice was breathless with anticipation.
"Then she goes over Mom's lap and gets spanked."
Meg ground her teeth. She wanted details. She turned a page in her open history book as though she wasn't too interested in their conversation. "Does Suzy get to keep her clothes on?"
Chad shook his head. "No, my folks think spankings don't count unless they're on bare skin."
"That sounds painful."
"Oh, it is. Embarrassing, too. But you forget about that aspect once the pain starts."
"The hairbrush really hurts?"
"It's terrible. You wouldn't think it by looking at it. I mean, it's just an ordinary hairbrush. Heavy wood, though, not light plastic. But it sure stings."
Meg flipped another page and pretended to skim the words. "And how many spanks will she get?"
"I don't know. Probably a lot. What she did is serious. She could have badly injured Jade."
"What were they fighting about?"
"No idea. You know, girls that age. Enemies one minute, best friends the next. It's always something with them. Jade's getting older and keeps begging Mom and Dad for her own room. With the two of them in there, they argue all the time."
From down the hall there was a faint sound like sounded like a slap immediately followed by a girlish shriek and then screaming so loud it drown out the next few whacks. Meg could hardly believe what she was hearing.
Without even thinking about it, she got up and walked out into the hall. The closer she got to Suzy and Jade's room, the louder the sounds became. To make that much noise, the force of the hairbrush has to be tremendous, thought Meg. She shivered, partly from fear, partly from desire. She heard Suzy's sobs and agonized yells and felt sorry for the girl. A spanking really sounded awful.
"What are you doing?" Chad whispered in her ear. "We're going to get in trouble."
"It sounds horrible," Meg said. "Your mother is really hitting her hard."
"I told you, what she did was really bad. I mean, throwing sharp scissors? She could have killed Jade. She deserves a good hiding and she's getting one. Dad might even add more with the strap when he comes home."
"She'll get two spankings?"
"Well, it'd all be one spanking, really, but it might be in several batches. Dad doesn't usually get home until six-thirty."
He tugged at her arm. "Come on. If Mom finds us here, we'll get in trouble."
Meg giggled. "Your Mom will spank me?"
"She might, if you disobey."
This was too tempting. Meg was feeling horny and excited, and when they were back in Chad's room, she pushed the door shut behind her and threw herself against him, kissing him passionately.
Normally Chad was a cool guy, but this surprise attack flustered him. He fell back against the bed, their history books tumbling to the floor with dull thumps. That might have been why he didn't hear the door close - he thought the sound was the books falling.
The two made out for several minutes, thoroughly enjoying the thrilling sensations. With the door shut, the sounds of Suzy's spanking were muffled. Chad's closet was on that side and shared the wall with Suzy and Jade's closet on the other. The dim yelps and weeping and cracks of wooden hairbrush were like electric jabs to Meg, who felt like her whole body was burning up.
It was a nice body, too. Meg wasn't particularly voluptuous, but she had a pretty face with golden-brown hair and blue-green eyes. Her breasts were lovely, just about the size of Chad's fist. Her bottom was pertly rounded and not too big - just right for her petite, slim figure, according to everything she'd read and been told by others. Chad was getting a nice feel of that body, too, his hands gripping Meg's ass as they kissed.
"Chad Andrew Davis! This is what you call 'studying?'" demanded a loud female voice. The door was open and there stood his mother, the hairbrush still in her hand.
Meg and Chad broke apart, the girl realizing she hadn't heard the spanking sounds in at least a minute. Both of them were breathing heavily and were a bit confused.
"Uh, sorry, Mom, we got a little distracted. But we are here to study, I swear!"
"You know the rule about the door staying open. Just wait until your father comes home!"
"What? But the door was open!"
"It was not!"
"I never closed it-"
"I did," Meg said, blushing and moving to the end of the bed. "It was my fault. I... I just closed it without thinking. I know your rule, Mrs. Davis. I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry."
The woman's furious expression softened, but was still hard. "Meg, you're going to have to go home. I'm sorry, but you can't stay here. Chad, your father will discuss this with you later."
"Mom, no!"
Meg could hear the alarm in the boy's voice and she realized what that meant: the leather strap.
"Mrs. Davis, you can't punish Chad. He didn't know I shut the door. I... it was also me who kissed him. He was distracted by that and didn't know I'd shut the door. It was my fault, not his. He's innocent."
The woman frowned, then slowly nodded. "If that's true, Meg, you're going to be banned from this house. And Chad can't go to yours, either. What you did violates our rules and there have to be consequences."
Meg felt terrible. "Please, Mrs. Davis, I'm really sorry. It won't happen again, I swear."
"I'm sorry, but I can't trust you. I appreciate you telling me the truth, but I can't let you get away with this sort of behavior."
"Couldn't... couldn't you punish me some other way?" Meg had her eyes focused on the hairbrush and Mrs. Davis understood the implication.
"You think I should spank you instead?"
"Isn't that what you'd do to any of your children?"
"It is, but you're not my child. It wouldn't be proper. I'd need to get your parents' permission."
"No you don't. I'm 18. Here, look," Meg said, finding her driver's license and showing it to the woman. "See? My birthday was last month."
"Hmmm. That does change things, I suppose. Are you sure this is what you want? It will be a real spanking, just as hard as I'd give any of my own kids."
"Yes, if it will mean you won't ban me from coming here. I promise I'll obey your rules in the future."
"Good. If you don't, you'll be getting the strap from my husband." Mrs. Davis looked at her son. "Excuse us, please. We have some business to handle."
Chad gulped and looked from his mother to his girlfriend. Then he skedaddled out of the line of fire.
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