Showing the boys (F/f story)

"So we'll see it? We'll see it all?"  Roger said, still not entirely sure she could be trusted. Steve didn't say anything. He rarely did.

"Every second of it, from beginning to end." Cheryl smiled. The three of them were outside Cheryl's house, standing under one of the oldest trees in the garden. A tree Cheryl knew held a remarkable view. Because if you were sitting there, hidden completely by the branches, you could look into all the windows on the west side of the house. One of the rooms was Cheryl's own. Another belonged to her sister Jennifer.

"So, let's recap. In half an hour, my mother will be home. She'll take one look at my big sister's report card and decide that it warrants a spanking. So she'll sit down on her bed, take her over her knee and bare her bottom. She'll use that wicked hairbrush on her bottom until it's bright red. And about fifteen minutes later, the show will be over. All clear?"

"All clear," Roger told her. He was grinning.

"Why are you telling us this? What's in it for you?" Steve said. Short and to the point.

"That's my business." Cheryl didn't feel like explaining. "I'm offering a great view to a great show. Take it or leave it."

So what was in it for her? Cheryl thought about this as she shifted her weight on the branch. She concluded that there were two reasons. One, this would earn Steve's and Rogers' favour, and since they were two of the most popular kids in school, this could make her more popular. Second, Cheryl REALLY didn't like her sister.

As they sat there waiting, Cheryl chewed her lip. She had a nagging feeling there was something she had forgotten. "Now quiet down, boys. The show is about to begin."

Below them, Mrs Brenheart entered the room, dragging a tall blonde girl behind her. She sat down on the bed and started lecturing, holding a small piece of paper under her daughter's nose. They couldn't hear much, as the window was closed, but they got the gist of it.

After a few minutes, she decided the lecturing was over. Trained hands pulled the tight jeans down to her ankles, followed by the panties. She guided the tall girl over her lap and picked up the small brush she had brought with her.

As the first few smacks landed, the strength of them took the two boys with surprise. They'd been the sorry owners of a stinging behind more than once, and it had been no picnic, but they had always assumed that girls got off more lightly. One thing was for sure, Jennifer wasn't getting off easy!

For the first minute or so, Jennifer suffered in silence. But slowly, as the spanking continued and the sting grew, she started to express her distress. She started crying, softly at first, and then more loudly.

Long before her fifteen minutes was up, Jennifer had been reduced to a sobbing, kicking, very sorry child.

"So what did you think?" Cheryl looked at the boys next to her. Roger was sitting there, mouth wide open. Steve was leaning back on the branch, resting his back against the tree.

"I liked it," he said. She knew that was all she'd get out of him. She turned to Roger.

"That was brilliant!" He sat there, opening and closing his mouth as he tried to think of something to say.

She sighed. Quite the conversational experts, these two.

The nagging feeling that she had forgotten something important had returned, and she couldn't push it out of her mind. She tried to think of what it was, but came up short.

"Does she always get it that bad?" Roger looked into the window, where Jennifer was laying across the bed, crying into the pillow.

"That was nothing! A small report card spanking. You should see what she gets when she REALLY misbehaves." She was lying, of course; there were few things Mrs Brenheart hated more than a bad report card, and her daughters knew it. But the boys looked impressed. "So, you guys want to hang out tomorrow?"

Suddenly, Cheryl heard her mother calling for her. "Be right back, guys. I have to find out what my mother wants."

As she climbed down the tree and walked over to the house, that nagging feeling was back, and Cheryl thought about what it was she had forgotten.

She found out when she entered the kitchen, and found her mother sitting there, holding a report card. Cheryl's report card.

As she was dragged into the room by her mother, she thought about her options. One, she could tell her mother that the boys were in the tree, which would mean they wouldn't see her spanking, but would lead to a few tough questions she didn't have a good answer to. Like, why were the boys there, and how did she know they were there, in a tree looking into their bedrooms. In addition, her mother would probably call the boys' parents, and they would get punished, killing any hope Cheryl had of getting on their good side.

Option two, she could keep her mouth shut, give the boys a good show, and fifteen minutes later, it would all be over. She thought about it. There was really only one thing to do.

Fifteen minutes later, as she lay across the bed, crying into her pillow, Cheryl had completely forgotten about the two boys giggling of joy in in the tree outside. Which was a shame, as she hadn't pulled up her jeans.