Ceri Jameson walked slowly along the tree-lined road towards her friend, Stacey’s house. She kept running through her mind what she was going to say when she got there. The thing was, however she approached it she couldn’t avoid it being so embarrassing. Walking up the front drive, she settled on a plan of sorts.

“Hi Ceri, come on in,” Mrs Carol Smithson greeted her. “Stacey’s up in her room. You know the way.”

Stacey Smithson was waiting at the top of the stairs as Ceri went up.

“Hi Ceri, what’s up?”

“Got a problem. Can we talk in your room?”

The girls went into Stacey’s bedroom and closed the door.

“So, what’s the problem?”

“This is so awkward,” Ceri began.

“That sounds intriguing. Do tell.”

“Mom was tidying my room and she found my stash of weed. It was such a small amount. Goodness knows how she spotted it.”

“Was she looking for it, do you think?”

“That did cross my mind. I smoked some last night. Maybe she smelt it.”

“I guess you’re in trouble with her now. Right?”

“Right. She said I was grounded for, like, four weeks. Four weeks! She took my car keys, my cellphone, and she was going to take my laptop, only I need it for school. But I have to hand it over as soon as I’ve done my homework.”

“Sounds like she was seriously mad at you. How are you going to survive without your car and your cellphone? I guess you can at least use your laptop while you’re at school.”

“Better than nothing, I guess, but like I need my car and my cellphone. Anyway, I let her cool off for a bit and then tried to negotiate.”

“How did that go?”

“This is where it gets kind of awkward. I tried the usual, like offering to do extra chores and stuff, but she didn’t buy that. Cutting to the chase, she said how she’d have got a whopping when she was my age, so I offered to take the same.”

“Really? You must have been desperate.”

“I was. I only suggested it in the heat of the moment when I could see I wasn’t getting anywhere. Anyways, she kind of took me up on the idea, and by then I couldn’t back down without losing face.”

“Okay.” Stacey hesitated as she took stock of what Ceri was saying. “So, what does that mean? Are you going to take a spanking? Does that mean you keep your car and your cellphone and stuff?”

“That’s the deal. I take twelve licks with a paddle and that’s it. That’s my punishment.”

“Twelve with a paddle? That’s a lot. They only give five max at school per day. Say, is your mom going to space the twelve over several days?”

“We didn’t discuss that. From what she was saying about her own childhood I kind of think I’d get the full twelve in one go, but I may be able to negotiate that point.”

“So, you’re going through with it? I didn’t know your mom kept a paddle.”

“She doesn’t. That’s the awkward bit. She knows your father does.”

“Sorry, do you mean she wants my daddy to do the spanking?”

“No, she’ll do it, but she’s sent me to ask if she can borrow his paddle.”

“I got you.”

“I was kind of wondering if maybe you could get hold of it without him knowing? I guess I’ll only need it for an hour or so max.”

“He keeps it at the back of the garage. But why not just ask him if you can borrow it?”

“Because it would be so humiliating? I mean, he’d know I got a spanking.”

“So what? Kids get spanked. It’s no big deal.”

“You think? When did you last get your hiney whopped?”

“Getting on for two years ago, I guess. I’m thinking that might change if we get caught borrowing his paddle without his permission.”

“He’d do that?”

“Without hesitation, and I like my butt the way it is, thank you.”

Ceri chuckled.

“What’s so funny?”

“The thought of you and me lining up to get spanked together.”

“Oh, no! You’re the one in trouble. You can leave me out of it. Do you want me to come with you while you ask my daddy to borrow his paddle?”

“I guess.”

“Okay.”

The two girls went downstairs and into the lounge where Stacey’s father was watching TV.

“Hi girls,” he greeted them.

“Ceri needs to ask you something, daddy,” Stacey said.

“No problem. How can I help, Ceri?”

“Um, this is difficult.”

Stacey’s father, Jim, turned off the TV. “Go ahead. Shoot.”

“Um, mom sent me to ask if she can borrow your paddle, sir.”

Jim laughed loudly. “What you been up to, Ceri? Sounds like you’ve been real naughty.”

“I’d sooner not say, sir. But my mom is real mad at me.”

“Okay.” Still with a huge grin on his face, he said to Stacey, “You know where it is, darlin’. Do you want to go fetch it for Ceri here?”

“Okay.”

The two girls went out to the garage and Stacey found the paddle on a back shelf. She wiped it clean of dust before handing it to Ceri. Ceri took it and examined it. Made of a mid-brown wood, it was about a foot and a half long by four inches wide and a half inch thick.

“Here you go. Good luck!”

Ceri walked back to her own house feeling very self-conscious holding the paddle. She wished she’d taken a bag or something to put it in. A couple of boys smirked as she passed them on the sidewalk and an old man mowing his grass also smiled.

Back inside her own house, Ceri found her mother tidying up the kitchen. She handed over the paddle without speaking.

“Don’t go getting all sulky with me, darlin’. You got yourself into this. Now I suggest you go up to your room and take those jeans off. I’ll be up in a little while.”

“Take my jeans off?”

“You heard me right, darlin’. I wouldn’t want those jeans with their back pockets to deny you the benefit of getting your ass whopped.”

“Can I put something on instead, mom? Leggings, maybe?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Mom!”

“I’d suggest you get up those stairs right now and do as I say, young lady.”

Ceri instantly knew there was no point arguing further, so she went straight up to her bedroom and sprawled face-down on her bed. She weighed up being grounded with the loss of car and cellphone against the spanking she’d talk herself into. Her mom had never really spanked her before, discounting the odd swat to her backside to reinforce a message. She and her mom had a good relationship, so how was this spanking going to pan out? Hearing her mom coming up the stairs meant she was soon going to find out.

Suddenly, Ceri’s bedroom door sprung open and her mom was standing in the doorway.

“Haven’t you got your jeans off? Get ‘em off right now!”

“Sorry, mom. I was just thinking. This spanking, well, it’s kind of a new experience for both of us.”

“Oh, don’t worry, darlin’. I know enough to tan your behind good and proper.”

“That wasn’t what I meant, mom,” Ceri replied as she began unfastening her jeans while still lying on her bed. She squirmed around as she worked the jeans down over her legs before sitting up and unraveling them from her feet. She stood up, her T-shirt acting like a skirt to cover her panties.

“Hoick the T-shirt up and bend over.”

Ceri rolled the hem of her T-shirt up and exposed the black thong she wore underneath. It left her buttocks completely naked.

Her mom chortled. “Hey, I was going to pull your panties down, but your butt is already exposed, so I guess I won’t have to.”

Ceri felt her face flush.

“Come on, bend over. Grab hold of your shins.”

Turning away from her mother, Ceri easily bent over and wrapped her hands around her lower shins. She dipped her head down a little more and offered her backside for her mom to spank.

“Good girl!” Her mom complimented her. “Brace yourself.”

The paddle soon slammed across Ceri’s backside. She jolted as a burning pain spread instantly across her slim neat rear. “Aaahh!! Mom!!”

“What? It’s supposed to hurt!”

“It sure does, mom!”

At least Ceri now had a measure of how the spanking would go, and she took the next three swats with just smaller cries. As the pain built up with more swats slamming down across her effectively naked backside, Ceri asked breathlessly, “We’re doing the full twelve now, are we mom?”

Her mom stopped spanking and considered the question. “That’s what I was thinking. I guess we could split it into two parts, but do you really want to go ask for the paddle a second time?”

Ceri took the opportunity to straighten up. “I guess not.” She pictured in her mind Stacey’s father’s reaction when she asked to borrow the paddle barely twenty minutes ago. It didn’t take long to realize that wasn’t something she wanted to repeat in a hurry. “No, let’s get this done, eh mom?”

“Okay. You ready to bend over again?”

Without speaking, Ceri bent over and took hold of her shins. She fidgeted around until she reckoned her butt was presenting a good target. Her reward was more swats slamming against her backside. Each one hurt and added to the general soreness. She was just about to ask for another pause when the spanking stopped.

“Okay darlin’. That’s your twelve.”

Ceri straightened up very carefully. She soothed her backside with both hands.

“So, that’s a spanking, huh? It sure leaves your butt mighty sore.”

“I guess that’s kind of the idea,” her mother responded with a chuckle. “It’s certainly a good way of resolving the matter. I feel you’ve paid for your behavior now.”

“Yes, me too. It’s kind of cleared the air, don’t you think?”

“Do you want some juice before you take the paddle back?”

“Sure, let me get my jeans on and I’ll be right down.”

Ten minutes later, Ceri retraced her steps back to Stacey’s house. As she approached the front door, it opened and Stacey invited her inside. They went into the lounge where Stacey’s father was again watching TV.

“So, how’s the naughty girl feeling now?” he chuckled as Ceri handed him the paddle. “Did your mom manage to use it effectively?”

Ceri had already decided she would join in with the humor rather than dwell on the humiliation. She rubbed her backside over her jeans. “She surely did, sir. Yes, I’d say she used it most efficiently.”

“That’s a good attitude you have there, Ceri. You did wrong and you’ve suffered the penalty. Take it in good grace and learn from it.”

“I will, sir. I will.”

Stacey took Ceri up to her room. “Was it bad? Let’s have a look at the damage.”

Ceri unfastened her jeans and pushed them down to her thighs while Stacey held a mirror so they both could see the marks caused by the paddle.

“I didn’t realize it would bruise my butt so much,” Ceri declared.

“Much of it will disappear in a few hours,” Stacey explained. “Tomorrow, you’ll have a couple of bruises on the peaks of your butt. You’ll be aware when you sit down, but that’s about all.”

“You sound like an expert.”

“I haven’t had it for eighteen months or so, but daddy has certainly paddled me on occasion. I wouldn’t have it any other way. It somehow draws us together, especially after I’ve done something wrong.”

“Yes, I get that.”

The End

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