Linda peeks (M/F story)

Another story written for a certain naughty young lady I know.

"Come and look at this, Eileen," Linda said as she waved her friend over. The brunette Eileen looked at the dress that her blonde friend was holding. "Isn't this perfect for the party next weekend?"

Eileen shrugged. "It's very nice, but we've spent a lot of money already."

"You can afford it, can't you? Haven't you worked a lot of overtime lately? You have to spend that money, you know."

"Well… when you put it that way… it IS a really cute dress."


About two hours later, the two 19-year-olds came back to Eileen's apartment. "George, can you help us with these bags? There's quite a lot to carry," Eileen said to her boyfriend.

George raised an eyebrow as he looked at the pile of clothes. "Haven't we agreed that you should be spending less money on clothes?" he said with a sharp edge to his voice.

Eileen shrugged. "I've worked a lot of overtime lately…"

"…Because we were going on vacation next year, so we agreed it would be a good idea to start saving up," he continued. "Have you changed your mind? You should have told me."

She shook her head. "No, the Canary Islands sound really lovely, so we're definitely going."

"And how does that fit with going out and buying clothes – especially when your wardrobe is already full?" George folded his arms in front of his muscular chest, and furrowed his brow.

Linda grinned as she watched them. It was slightly funny to see her friend get scolded by her boyfriend – especially since it was partly Linda's fault.

Eileen placed her hands on her hips and scowled at George. "It's my money, and I do what I want with it."

"Do you want me to pay for the whole trip?" George asked sharply. Eileen shrugged, as if it didn't matter to her. George turned to Linda. "Linda, I think it's best that you go home. Eileen and I will be having a private conversation."

Linda turned to leave, but Eileen placed a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to go if you don't want to. There's not going to be any such conversation."

"Yes, there is," George said in a very strict voice, and Linda shivered. She thought it was best to disappear.

She'd gone a few hundred meters down the road when she suddenly remembered that she'd left her shopping bags behind. She turned and went back, but before she could ring the doorbell, she heard voices from inside.

"George, you cannot do this! Let go of me!"

"No chance, Eileen. You've behaved like a brat, and you're getting a spanking."

Linda's heart was beating so loudly in her chest that for a moment she feared that they would hear her. Was Eileen really getting a spanking? From nice, sweet George? It sounded unbelievable – and also terribly delicious to think about. She thought about opening the door and telling them she was there to pick up the bags; maybe he'd let her watch while he spanked Eileen! But she doubted it. He'd probably wait until she left again. But maybe he'd forgotten to close the curtains…

Linda went out into the garden and over to the window. Fortunately, the fence ensured that none of the neighbours could see her. She peeked inside, and spotted just what she'd hoped she'd see – Eileen was over George's lap, and he was smacking his hand down on her cute, little, wriggling rear end. He was sitting in an armless wooden chair in the middle of the living room, facing the window, so Linda could easily see what was going on.

"Ow! That hurts!" Eileen protested, trying to wriggle free.

"It's supposed to," George said calmly. He placed his left hand on the small of her back to hold her in place, while his right hand slapped down on her jeans.

"You can't do this! Ouch!" She was moaning in pain.

"You're spending all of your money on clothes, and expect me to pay for our vacation? And you're rude to me as well? Think again, little miss," he said, spanking harder.

Linda grinned while watching her friend wiggling from the spanking. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen a sight this lovely! Eileen was whimpering and protesting, and George was being strict and smacking her bottom. This was really fun to look at!

Five minutes passed before George stopped. Eileen gave a relieved sigh, while Linda pouted and felt disappointed – was it over already? How sad!

But they were both wrong. George helped Eileen up and scowled at her. "Your jeans are in the way. Take your trousers down."

Eileen stared at him, shocked. "You can't give me more – it's already unbelievably painful! You have no idea how –"

"Eileen," George said with a threatening tone. "If I have to take your trousers down for you, you will regret it."

For a brief second, it looked like Eileen was going to protest, but she quickly realized that it might not be the wisest course of action. With a sullen look, she started to unbutton her trousers, then pulled them down to her knees. George nodded approvingly and patted his thigh. "Over my lap again, missy."

Eileen hesitated, but decided it was probably wiser to do was he said – maybe he'd be nicer to her if she obeyed. Slowly, she placed herself over his lap. He pushed her forward until her head pointed down, her bottom was her highest point, and her legs didn't touch the floor – it was clear she would kick in the air when he continued to tan her.

Outside the window, Linda also had her shorts around her knees, but for entirely different reasons – she had her hand in her panties and was fingering herself. She'd never thought it would be so exciting to see someone being spanked over her boyfriend's knee! She hoped he would continue for hours – until Eileen was kicking and howling and sincerely regretting that she'd been a bad girl.

Inside the apartment, George continued to spank his girlfriend. If she'd hoped that he'd be gentler to her now, she now knew she'd been wrong – she struck harder on her panties than he'd done on her trousers. She hissed in pain and had tears in her eyes, and every stroke caused her legs to kick in the air.

"Ow! George, please! Not so hard," she pleaded.

He sighed. "You still haven't said a word about being sorry, or that you've learned your lesson, or that you'll behave. Very disappointing," he said as he continued to thrash her.

"Ouch! I'm really sorry," she whimpered. "I promise to behave!"

"Yes, now that I've pointed it out, you start the promises," he said strictly. "But we're not even close to done – you'll be getting a good, hard spanking." And he grabbed her panties and pulled them down.

"Oh no," she whined, and the tears rolled down her face as her backside burned.

Linda smiled, as her fingers worked quickly in her panties. She was going to give herself an orgasm soon. Maybe she should slow down – enjoy the moment while it lasted.

George was now spanking harder and faster than before. Eileen begged him and promised him everything between heaven and earth if he stopped, and soon, she couldn't even beg or try to get away – she was lying over his lap, sobbing. The floor under her head was wet with tears, and her bottom looked like two big, red tomatoes.

After a while, George decided she'd been spanked enough. He helped her up and sat her on his lap. She cried and promised to be good, and he held her and stroked her bottom carefully, gently kissing her forehead.

And right at that moment, when it had suddenly become quiet inside, Linda had a loud, groaning orgasm.

For a brief second, she hoped they hadn't heard her – it would be far too embarrassing to be found now. But before she could think clearly again, George was out of the house, standing there gaping at her. Linda opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't think of anything. What were you supposed to tell your friend's boyfriend when he found you outside his window, with your shorts around your knees and your fingers in your panties, as you spied on him spanking his girlfriend?

"What are you doing, Linda?"

Her brain was suddenly paralyzed, and she couldn't think of anything to say. It turned out not to be necessary – he knew exactly what was going on. A powerful hand grabbed her earlobe and dragged her along. Linda tried to get loose, but he only pulled harder, and she quickly realized it was wiser to do what he wanted. With her shorts around her knees, she did her best to remain on her feet as he dragged her by the ear into the house and into the living room.

Eileen was standing there, still with her jeans and panties around her knees, and both hands were rubbing her fiery-hot bottom. She stared wide-eyed at Linda and George. "What is going on?"

"I found Linda outside the window. She was spying on your spanking," he explained.

"I was curious," Linda said sulkily. It was the only thing she could think of saying.

"I cannot believe it. You were spying on me!" Eileen said, her voice hurt. "You could have helped me! Or at least looked away!"

Linda felt slightly guilty, but shrugged.

George smiled, but it was not a friendly smile. "If little Linda is so interested in spanking, I think I can cure her curiosity." He grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the chair that he'd used previously. Eileen was grinning, and Linda stared at George while trying to understand what was going on – he couldn't be thinking…

A part of her had hoped something like this would happen. She'd been interested in spanking for a long time, and even though it had been very exciting to see someone get spanked, it had to be even more exciting to be spanked herself. At the same time, it had looked really painful; could she really handle it?

But regardless of whether she wanted it or not, she was dragged over George's lap, and he started to spank her thin, cute panties; her shorts were still around her knees.

The first slaps on her butt made her yelp. It was much more painful than she'd thought, but wonderful at the same time. To be over the lap of a strict, strong man, with her butt in the air and her head down, and being spanked with a firm hand… she almost couldn't believe it!

First, he struck her left side, then her right – firm and steady, and every hard stroke made her poor bottom burn. It was tender and hot and painful, and lovely at the same time. She looked up to see Eileen grin haughtily down at her. "You deserve it. It's all your fault, you know!" And she stuck her tongue out at Linda.

A few minutes passed – George was spanking her soundly, Eileen was giggling and teasing her, and Linda was whimpering and squirming. After a while, Eileen looked at George. "Don't you think it's time you took her panties down? I was spanked on the bare, so she should be too!"

George chuckled. "That's a good idea." He grabbed Linda's panties and started to pull them down.

"Those panties are soaked," Eileen commented.

"Yes, she was fingering herself when I found her. But I don't think it's as exciting to be spanked as to watch – is it, little miss?" George said to Linda.

"No, not at all," Linda lied as convincingly as she could. They had to see that she was wet, didn't they? Did they not realize what was going on? She'd really thought they were more observant!

But George continued to spank her, and she moaned in pain and pleasure as she squirmed. This was the best and worst thing that had ever happened to her! She couldn't believe that her innermost fantasies were being fulfilled!

After a long, long time, when her butt was burning like a campfire and the tears were rolling down her face, it was over. George helped her up, and Eileen and George hugged her and told her that she was forgiven – but Eileen added that she should stop spying on others, or it would be far worse the next time.

Linda was too exhausted to take her bags with her as he left. She'd have to pick them up later. Right now, she was warm, wild, and wet, and wanted to get home so that her boyfriend could take her to bed as soon as possible. It was the only thing that could make her perfect day even better.