Cleanup (M/ff story)

Mindy slowly woke up on a beautiful Friday afternoon, seeing the sun shining through the living room windows. The lanky, blonde 18-year-old sighed contentedly, stretched herself on the comfortable couch, and looked up to the see the disappointed face of her older brother glaring down at her. In an instant, all the fog of her drowsiness was gone, and she sat up. "Robert! I didn't think you'd... I mean -"

"You didn't think I'd be home from my work trip until tomorrow? Was that what you were about to say?" He looked around at the messy living room, particularly the half-full beer bottles. He glanced over at Mindy's best friend Courtney, who had been sleeping in the comfy chair. Like Mindy, she was clad in pyjamas, and her nervous countenance now mirrored his sister's.

"I can explain," Mindy said quickly. He folded his arms in front of his chest and gazed expectantly down at her, and she realized that she didn't know what to say. Was there anything she could come up with that would make the situation better?

When she hesitated, he turned his gaze on Courtney. "And you? Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

The plump, short girl with the long, dark hair silently shook her head, looking as if she was actively trying to sink into the chair and disappear from view. Robert was a tall, muscular man, but with a friendly smile that made her weak in the knees. Courtney couldn't deny that she found her friend's older brother attractive, and she hated it when he glared at her with that disappointed look.

Anna and Rosie 4: Kissing up (f/F story)

When the doorbell rang, a few things surprised me about the sight that greeted me when I opened the door. The first was that Anna, my neighbour's daughter, was there. There was nothing inherently unusual about this, as she now showed up once a week to give me a good spanking, for our mutual enjoyment. But she always came on Fridays, and this was a Tuesday. The second was that her usual cruel, cocky grin was replaced with a sad pout, and it was clear she had been crying. She was also wearing a skirt instead of her tight jeans.

"Mum spanked me today," she said as she walked into the living room. She didn't wait to be invited in; she rarely asked for my permission about anything. "She found out I skipped school yesterday. I'm not happy about it, so I decided to come over here and take it out on YOUR butt."

I nodded. This wasn't the first time she'd spanked me for something unrelated that she was unhappy about in her life; it relieved her stress, and I liked it when she was strict with me, so I didn't see a problem with the arrangement. The only downside was that I'd likely struggle to sit down at work tomorrow, but that was a problem for later.

Anna and Rosie 3: The list (f/F story)

It was a lovely, warm Friday afternoon. Several of my co-workers were finding their nicest dresses, preparing to go out on the town. I was sitting in my living room in a t-shirt and sweatpants, waiting for a teenager to come over and spank my bare bottom like I was a misbehaving child.

I shook my head. Why did it feel like I was the lucky one?

The doorbell rung, and I opened it to find Ana giving me the strictest glare she could muster. She was wearing a worn t-shirt and holey jeans, and carrying a small shopping bag. She immediately entered the living room, and I followed her.

A few weeks before, I had spied through the window as the eighteen-year-old was spanked by her mother. When I was caught, her mother had mistaken me for a teenager instead of the 30-year-old businesswoman next door, and had spanked my bare bottom while Anna watched and laughed. Anna had eventually found out who I was, and had decided to spank my bottom instead of telling her mother. Now, going over her lap had become something of a regular occurrence – to our mutual enjoyment.

"Have you prepared the list?" she asked me with her most dismissive glance.

I hurriedly retrieved the sheet of paper and brought it before her. The week before, Anna had decided that she wasn't going to just pull me over her knee and spank me – she was going to punish me properly for my real misdeeds. For that purpose, she'd given me homework; over the week, I would write down everything I did wrong, big or small. I would give her the list, and she would decide on an appropriate punishment. Somehow, I got the feeling that whatever I wrote down, the end result would be a bare-bottomed spanking over her knee. And I was fine with that.