Jennifer Ashcroft and Melanie Westgate walked slowly away from the school gates at the end of the school day, both heading for Jennifer’s house where, it had been arranged, Melanie would stay for tea. The two girls were best friends and would normally be very chatty, but for once Jennifer seemed lost in her thoughts.

“You okay, Jen?” Melanie asked, finding Jennifer’s silence rather strange.

“Fine, thanks,” came the curt reply.

Melanie allowed her friend to continue walking quietly, feeling Jennifer would open up when she was ready and not before.

Suddenly, just a couple of hundred yards short of Jennifer’s house, Jennifer stopped.

“What’s up?” Melanie asked.

“There’s something you need to know,” Jennifer explained. “Oh, this is so embarrassing!”

“You can tell me, Jen.”

“Promise you’ll never tell a living soul?”

“Of course. You know me. We’ve been friends for nearly fourteen years, ever since we started at first school. What gives?”

“You know I went out with Alan last night?”

“Yes, you never stopped talking about him yesterday. Since you didn’t say his name once today, I assumed it didn’t go well.”

“It went fine, too fine.”

“How could it be too fine?”

“Like I really enjoyed his company? We went to that nice little pub on the edge of town and had a few beers. He was so easy to talk to.”

“Okay,” Melanie responded hesitantly.

“Afterwards, when the pub shut, we went for a walk through the park and took the long way home.”

“So?”

“So, when we got back to my place I was over an hour past my curfew.”

“You have a curfew?”

“When there’s school next day, I have to be home by ten o’clock unless I’ve told mum I’ll be late and given her a good enough reason. It was gone half past eleven when I went through the front door.”

“Oh dear! I bet you weren’t popular.”

“I wasn’t. I got sent straight to bed.”

“Sent to bed? That’s gross!”

“I was tired anyway, so it was no big deal.”

“So what’s the problem? Do you think she’d prefer not to have me for tea today?”

“No, that will be fine. She likes you.”

“So, what is it I need to know?”

Jennifer closed her eyes and didn’t immediately reply.

“Please, never tell anyone about this.”

“I won’t!”

“When I get home today, mum is going to spank me.”

“I’m sorry? Did you say ‘spank’?”

Jennifer nodded vigorously.

“You get spanked? Seriously? Even at your age?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Melanie shrugged. “Won’t she do that later tonight when I’ve gone?”

“No, she’ll want to do it before dad and my older sister get home from work.”

“Oh, okay.”

Jennifer started walking again, and Melanie stayed with her.

“Um, how does this affect me?”

“It doesn’t. Just that I imagine soon after we get home mum will take me up to my room and do it.”

“Oh! You mean I won’t be able to watch?”

“Melanie! This isn’t funny!”

“Sorry. No, it’s not. I’ve never seen anyone spanked, though,” Melanie replied pensively. “So, what will she do? Like, will she spank you on your knickers or something?”

Jennifer glared at her friend, but didn’t answer. The lack of a response set Melanie’s mind racing. When they got to Jennifer’s house, a detached four-bedroom house built in the 1920s in a mock-Tudor style, Jennifer paused.

“What’s up?” Melanie asked.

“Just preparing myself.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Oh well, here we go.”

Melanie let her friend go first to let themselves through the front door.

“Hi, mum!” Jennifer called, once they were inside.

“Oh, hello, girls,” Mrs Ashcroft greeted them as she emerged from the kitchen at the back of the house. Go into the lounge, I’ll bring the coffees in.”

“She seems her usual friendly self,” Melanie commented as the two girls went into the lounge and sat together on the sofa.

Jennifer didn’t reply, and soon they were joined by Mrs Ashcroft carrying a tray with three cups of coffee, sugar and milk. The girls waited for their coffee to be poured and gratefully accepted the cups offered. Mrs Ashcroft made polite conversation, asking the girls how their school days had been, and then the coffee was finished. Melanie smiled as she handed back her empty coffee cup, and was beginning to think her friend’s concern over being spanked was either not going to happen, or would happen later that evening when Melanie had gone home.

It was when Jennifer handed back her coffee cup that Mrs Ashcroft became more serious.

“Jennifer, we need to deal with something. Go to your room, please.” As Jennifer stood up, Mrs Ashcroft turned to Melanie.

“Melanie, Jennifer and I have something we need to take care of. Will you excuse us for a few minutes?”

“Of course, Mrs Ashcroft.”

“There’re some magazines in the rack, and feel free to turn the television on. We won’t be long.”

Melanie smiled in reply, and listened carefully as Mrs Ashcroft climbed the stairs. Jennifer’s room was at the back of the house, and Melanie could hear sounds of muffled conversation. She picked a magazine from the rack and sat down to read it, but couldn’t help herself concentrating more on picking up the sounds from upstairs rather than reading. As her curiosity rose, she put the magazine down and went out into the hallway.

The muted dialogue was still too hard to comprehend, so Melanie slowly, and very carefully and quietly, climbed three stairs. And then the conversation stopped and Melanie heard a scuffing sound, like furniture being moved. This intrigued her even more, so she climbed several more stairs until her eyes were just above the level of the upstairs landing. The door to Jennifer’s room was wide open.

The sound of a slap on bare flesh made Melanie jump. Looking into Jennifer’s room, she could see Mrs Ashcroft sitting on a chair, the chair Jennifer used when applying make-up at her dressing table. Jennifer was lying face down across her mother’s lap with her pleated school skirt folded up above her waist and her white knickers bunched around her ankles, and Mrs Ashcroft was spanking her daughter with the palm of her hand. Jennifer ouched and gasped as each spank landed on her bare bottom, and she looked visibly distressed.

Melanie couldn’t keep her eyes off what was happening in her friend’s bedroom. Even though Jennifer had told her, warned her, that her mother would take her up to her room and spank her, the sight of it actually happening both alarmed and excited Melanie. As Jennifer writhed about on her mother’s lap, Melanie could see her friend’s bottom looking ever more red and sore. When Jennifer’s legs started kicking, Mrs Ashcroft stopped the spanking and warned Jennifer to keep still, and when Jennifer complied, the spanking started again.

And then suddenly, Jennifer looked through the open door towards the top of the stairs. She immediately noticed Melanie’s head as she looked over the top stair. At first, Jennifer looked surprised, even a little shocked, but then she smiled ruefully. Melanie tried to smile back, but her facial expression somehow became a mixture of wide-eyed exhilaration and fascination. Jennifer turned her head away and stared down at the carpet.

Melanie began to wonder how much longer the spanking would continue, and she thought about quietly returning down the stairs and into the lounge. Unfortunately, she was so enthralled by watching what was happening in her friend’s bedroom that she lingered, and then Mrs Ashcroft looked out through Jennifer’s open bedroom door, and Melanie was spotted. In a panic, Melanie dashed down the stairs as quickly as she could, trying at the same time to be as quiet as she could. She went into the lounge and sat on the sofa, her heart pounding and apprehensive about what Mrs Ashcroft would say or, indeed, whether she would say anything.

Melanie didn’t actually hear her friend’s spanking come to an end. The first she knew was when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Her mind raced as she tried to think of something she could say if Mrs Ashcroft challenged her about spying on Jennifer’s spanking. Of course she would apologise, but that didn’t seem enough.

And then Mrs Ashcroft had entered the lounge with Jennifer a couple of paces behind her, rubbing her bottom through the back of her pleated skirt. They both looked down at Melanie, still seated on the sofa. Mrs Ashcroft was clearly angry, Jennifer more looking worried as she studied first her mother and then her school friend.

“Perhaps you’d like to explain yourself, young lady?” Mrs Ashcroft demanded.

“I’m just so sorry, Mrs Ashcroft,” Melanie began, and then floundered over what to say next.

“Sorry you got caught, you mean?”

“Yes, um, no. I mean…”

“Melanie has never been spanked, mum,” Jennifer intervened on her friend’s behalf. “You can’t blame her for being curious.”

“Hasn’t she? Perhaps if she had, she might have considered her friend’s feelings a little more. Do you think Jennifer enjoyed having a witness to her punishment, Melanie?”

“Well no, I’m sure she didn’t,” Melanie replied quietly, looking down and unable to look either Mrs Ashcroft or her friend in the eye.

“But your curiosity was more important to you than your friend’s dignity, was it?”

“I’m just so sorry, Mrs Ashcroft. Sorry, Jenny.”

“It’s okay,” Jennifer answered, not entirely convincingly.

“I think maybe you should leave, Melanie,” Mrs Ashcroft suggested.

“Yes, of course.” Melanie stood up.

“No mum,” Jennifer pleaded. “Let her stay. Please!”

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t continue to be friends, Jenny,” Mrs Ashcroft turned to her daughter. “But Melanie has let you down, and herself down. There ought to be a consequence.”

Jennifer wanted to argue, but couldn’t think of anything.

For some moments, no one said anything. Melanie knew she had embarrassed her friend, but she would find some way of making it up with her. She had also betrayed Mrs Ashcroft’s trust, and that would be harder to make right. A thought crossed her mind. It seemed ludicrous, and she wasn’t at all sure she wanted it, but Melanie knew she had to act now, or she would be out of the house and the moment would be gone.

“Time for you to leave, Melanie,” Mrs Ashcroft broke the silence.

Melanie still hesitated. “I was thinking, Mrs Ashcroft. I mean, I know I was stupid, but I was just so curious. And I need to make things right between Jennifer and me, and between you and me, Mrs Ashcroft.”

“Sorry, what is your point?”

“I’m thinking there is an obvious solution, Mrs Ashcroft.”

“I don’t see anything obvious, Melanie.”

“No, Melanie,” Jennifer objected, reading her friend’s mind.

“What?” Mrs Ashcroft looked from one teenage girl to the other. “Am I missing something?”

Melanie took a deep breath. “I think you should give me the same sort of spanking you gave to Jenny, Mrs Ashcroft.”

“What? I can’t do that!”

“But it suits everyone, Mrs Ashcroft. I know I was extremely naughty, but don’t punish me by sending me home. I humiliated Jenny, so let her see me suffer the same humiliation. And I was so curious about what a spanking would involve and how it would be carried out. It would be a much better punishment!”

“Melanie, you don’t need to do this,” Jennifer responded.

“And I don’t have the authority to punish you,” Mrs Ashcroft added.

“But sending me home would be a punishment, wouldn’t it?” Melanie argued. “Anyway, I’m seventeen, so if I ask you to do it, that’s all the authority you need.”

“Legally, I suppose, but I’m still not sure about this.”

“Please, Mrs Ashcroft.”

“Oh go on, mum!” Jennifer intervened. “Time’s getting on and I’m hungry.”

“Please, Mrs Ashcroft,” Melanie repeated.

“Oh, very well,” Mrs Ashcroft finally conceded. “Shall we go up to Jenny’s room?”

“No need,” Jennifer replied. “I’m going to watch, so we can do it here.” She turned to Melanie. “I am going to watch, aren’t I?”

“Yes, of course.” Melanie smiled weakly.

“At least draw the curtains!” Mrs Ashcroft looked at her daughter. She waited until the curtains were drawn. “So, where shall we do it?”

“I’ll fetch a chair from the dining room,” Jennifer suggested.

Melanie noted that her friend had stopped rubbing her own bottom and any embarrassment Jennifer had about being spanked had long gone.

“Maybe Melanie could bend over the back of the sofa?” Mrs Ashcroft proposed.

“No, let me fetch a chair,” Jennifer argued, now somewhat excited. “Let her have the full experience.” She left the room before anyone could argue.

Melanie looked at Mrs Ashcroft with an embarrassed smile. They didn’t speak.

Jennifer soon returned carrying a chair from the dining table, which she placed carefully in the centre of the room. With a hesitant glance towards Melanie, Mrs Ashcroft sat on the chair and waited.

Melanie froze, and didn’t move.

“Come on, take your medicine!” Jennifer took her friend by the arm and led her over to where her mother was waiting. She placed Melanie next to Mrs Ashcroft’s right thigh.

With a gentle nudge from Jennifer, Melanie began to lean forward, finding it awkward as she tried to lay across the waiting lap. She put both hands on Mrs Ashcroft’s left thigh and eased herself lower, then reached down for the carpeted floor with her left hand. The right hand followed, and then she let her body sink until she felt the warmth of the lap under her stomach. Mrs Ashcroft was wearing a thin cotton skirt in a patterned material, and Melanie could feel the woman’s firm thighs supporting her.

For the moment, it was a comfortable place to be. But then Melanie felt Mrs Ashcroft’s left hand pressing on her upper back and holding her in place, while her right hand rested on Melanie’s right buttock. Then the hand on Melanie’s bottom was removed, and Melanie braced herself.

“Hold on!” Jennifer called.

Melanie looked round and saw Jennifer beside her. Suddenly, Melanie felt her pleated school uniform skirt being pulled up, right up, and she knew Jennifer was making sure she got spanked exactly the same as she had been. Melanie blushed, looked back at her friend and stuck her tongue out. She even giggled when Jennifer peeled down her pale blue cotton knickers.

Jennifer chuckled. “You want the full experience, don’t you? Go on, mum. Give her hell!”

Without warning, Melanie felt the first spanks starting to land on her bare bottom. At first, they barely smarted, but then she felt the smacks becoming harder. Soon, the spanks began to sting and hurt, and the sounds were getting louder. Melanie tried to resist and reach back with her right hand to defend her bottom against the spanking.

“Take your hand away! You asked for this, so you’re going to get it!”

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Jennifer commented as she watched her friend being spanked.

“Y-yes!” Melanie reluctantly gave up trying to protect her bottom and returned her hand to the floor. She now regretted creeping up the stairs to watch her friend being spanked, and bemoaned volunteering to accept a spanking from Mrs Ashcroft. She should have remembered seeing her friend being spanked on her bare bottom. Perhaps she could have negotiated a punishment that allowed her to keep her knickers on, maybe even her school skirt. Too late now though.

“Ouch! Ooh! That hurts!” Melanie shouted as the soreness became ever more pronounced.

“I know,” was Mrs Ashcroft’s unsympathetic response.

And then the spanking stopped.

“There! That’s tanned your bottom rather nicely,” Mrs Ashcroft added. She eased Melanie’s knickers up so they more or less covered her bottom. “Off you get.”

Melanie found it just as awkward pushing herself up and off Mrs Ashcroft’s lap, but then she was on her feet and rubbing her bottom, partly through the soft material of her cotton knickers and partly on bare parts of her buttocks. Her pleated skirt somehow managed to stay up above her waist until she gave it a tug and gravity finally covered her. Reaching under her skirt, she adjusted her knickers until they felt properly back in place.

“Perhaps you’d both like to go up to your room, Jennifer. It will take me half an hour to get tea ready.”

“Come on,” Jennifer said, leading the way out of the lounge and up the stairs. Jennifer sat on the edge of her bed, while Melanie remained standing.

“Satisfied?” Jennifer said, grinning.

“What do you mean?” her friend replied as she continued to rub her sore bottom through her skirt.

“You were obviously fascinated, now you know all about getting spanked.”

“I wasn’t!”

“So why did you creep up the stairs to see me getting it?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“Really? And why were you so keen for mum to spank you?”

“I wasn’t! And by the way, you rat, she would have spanked me on the seat of my skirt if you hadn’t intervened!”

Jennifer laughed. “I know, but I couldn’t let you get away with that. You saw me getting it on my bare bum, only fair you let me see you getting it the same way.”

“I suppose.”

“Anyway, we’re equal now. Okay?”

“Okay.”

The End

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