All fun and games (m/f story)

Sally had never had a better friend than Alex. The two children had grown up right next door to each other, and spent most of their time playing. Even as they grew older, they had not grown apart. That day, they had decided to play prisoner with each other. Sally was the prisoner, and Alex was chasing her down. She was quick, running off into the woods to escape. He was quicker.

He'd brought a small jump rope, and as he caught up with her, he tied her to a tree. She squirmed around a little, pretending she was trying to escape. They stood there, looking at each other for a while.

"So, what happens now?" Sally said, after a while. She hadn't read as many prison stories as he had.

"Well, let's see. The prisoners are forced to eat water and bread," he said, staring off into the woods as he tried to think of what to do next. All the information was in a big, chaotic mess, and it took a while to sort it all out.

"We don't have any water and bread. And besides, what's so bad about bread?"

"Yeah, I never got that either." He rubbed the back of his head as he tried to think of something else. "Sometimes, they're chained up."

"I'm already tied up," she pointed out.

"Good point." He stared off into the woods again. "Some of them are whipped," he told her. Obviously, he couldn't whip her, so he had to think of something else. He was still staring off into the woods, so he couldn't see that Sally was thinking.

"Okay," she said at last.

"What?" He turned around and looked at her, having already forgotten what he had said.

"I said, 'okay'. You could whip me."

A strange silence followed.

"Yeah, well, we don't have a whip." He thought for a second. "I could spank you. Spanking is kind of like whipping, isn't it?" She didn't answer, and he looked at her strictly. "Turn around, prisoner!"

She turned towards the tree, replacing the rope so that she was still 'tied up'. She couldn't quite explain the butterflies in her stomach as she did so.

He walked up behind her, lifting her long t-shirt to reveal her green shorts. He held her shirt with his left hand, and lifted his right hand. He'd never been spanked, and he had never seen anyone get spanked, but he'd seen it in movies and comics. It couldn't be that hard, could it?

He delivered a smack to her left cheek, carefully. He had never done this before, and didn't want to do it wrong. It didn't seem right. They spanked harder in the movies, didn't they? A sharp smack to her right cheek. That was better, he told himself.

He gave her a couple of slaps to each cheek, increasing the force, and she let out a small yelp. That sounded about right. When you were spanked, you were supposed to cry out.

He went at it for a while, spanking first one cheek, then the other. Sally furrowed her brows in thought. Weren't spankings supposed to be more painful than this? And did they always feel this good?

After a while, Alex noticed that her bottom jiggled as he smacked it. He was intrigued; he'd never seen anyone's bottom jiggle before. He wanted a closer look. He had just grabbed her shorts, and was about to pull them down when he heard a sharp intake of breath. He looked up, expecting Sally to be glaring down at him, but she wasn't. She was biting her lip, looking down at him nervously, but she wasn't protesting. He decided to go ahead and pulled down her shorts, and with them, her panties. Her bare bottom was poking out at him, but still, she didn't protest. He lifted his hand again.

Sally felt the cool wind upon on her unprotected bottom. This was all very strange. Again, he slapped her bottom, and that strange feeling was back, that itching feeling inside her. It was strange, but not unpleasant.

He kept spanking her, his hand leaving little pink marks all over her bottom. She let out a few more yelps, but not much more. She looked over her shoulders at him. "You know, it's not really a whipping if you use your hand." She wasn't entirely sure why she said it.

He thought about it. How was he going to find a whip in the middle of the forest? Actually, he wasn't sure how to find one in the middle of the city, either. Didn't you have to be an archaeologist to own one of those?

He looked around for something to use, and settled on a small branch. He picked it up and whipped it through the air. That didn't sound right. He picked off the leaves and tried again. Much better.

He turned to Sally to present his new discovery, and found that she was already staring at it with her eyes wide open. It wasn't in fear, though. He'd seen her eyes staring in fear, like that time her mother caught them with that stolen chocolate cake. He was probably looking pretty scared at the time, himself. The point was, she wasn't staring at the branch in fear. He wasn't sure what it was, as he'd never seen that look in her eyes before, but it wasn't fear.

Sally saw him pick up the stick and whip it through the air, and knew that he was about to use it on her. Why didn't that scare her? It would probably hurt. It sounded like it would hurt. But she wasn't scared of it. Why not?

He brought his new whip down on her bottom, and a thin, pink line appeared, darker than the pink marks already decorating her rear end. She cried out, but didn't tell him to stop. He was confused, both by her actions and by his own feelings. He lifted the whip again.

Sally could feel tears on her face, and her bottom was stinging, but she didn't want it to end. Not yet. She heard the branch whip through the air again, and a sudden sting. It was unpleasant, and yet it wasn't.

He had no idea how many strokes he gave her with that thing, but it was a lot. In a way, he was a little disappointed when she told him to stop. He wanted to continue forever. But he put the whip down, and she pulled her shorts up, stepping out of the jumping rope.

They stared at each other for a while, neither saying a word. She dried her tears, and they walked back home. Sally was clutching the branch as if it was her new favourite toy. She could hide it in her room, and if she was careful, no one would find it.