Linda and Janet grinned to each other as they mingled on the dance floor. It was a lovely summer evening, and the pair were at the nightclub to drink, party, and flirt with boys. Two short, skinny, cute women with bubble butts and tiny skirts were always a popular sight. Blonde Linda placed an arm over her redhaired friend's shoulder. "Your glass is empty. Need a new one?" Janet nodded.
They were walking back to the bar, where Janet hoped she could flirt her way to another drink from one of the young men sitting there, when Linda suddenly stopped, a nervous expression spreading across her face. In front of her stood Lance, an occasional disciplinarian of hers, and he looked far from happy. The powerfully built man in his thirties was slightly less than six foot high, but when he approached them and scowled down at Linda, he towered over the little woman so that she looked like a small child. "What are you two doing here?" he asked with a voice that made both of the girls shiver. "The age limit here is twenty, last time I checked, and you're both nineteen."
"I'm dancing," Linda responded, scowling back at him. She was having fun, and she had no intention of listening to anyone asking her to behave.
"That's not what I meant, and you know that very well, little miss," he said, his voice somehow even sterner. "How did you get in?"
"I flirted with the bouncer, and he let us pass," she explained, grinning. "But what's so wrong about dancing a little?"
"What are you drinking?"
She tried to hide her glass by holding it behind her back, even though she knew it was far too late. "Soda," she responded while avoiding his gaze – Lance was a little TOO good at picking up when she was lying.
He grabbed her arm and forced her to hand him the drink. He lifted it up and sniffed the contents. The look he gave her made her bottom tingle unpleasantly. "You're also too young to be drinking spirits, Linda. That means this place can lose their liquor licence if anyone discovers it. Do you want the nightclub to close just because you can't wait for your next birthday?" Janet didn't even try to resist when he grabbed her glass as well. Even though it was empty, he could smell clearly what had been in it. "You as well?" he said, scowling at her. "You two are coming with me, and we will discuss this somewhere more private."
Linda folded her arms in front of her chest and poked her tongue up at him. "We don't want to. Me and Janet are going to continue partying."
"I wasn't asking," Lance responded calmly. With little effort, he picked her up and placed her over his shoulder. He glanced over at Janet, who took a step forward as if to show that she was a good girl and would come along without needing to be carried.
With one girl squirming on his shoulder and the other obediently following him, Lance started to move away from the crowd. Linda blushed so much she was struggling to breathe – to be scolded like a little girl in the middle of the club was bad enough, but to be placed over his shoulder and carried away like a sack of potatoes? How embarrassing! She struck her fists against his back to make him put her down, but he responded by smacking her butt with his palm, so she quickly stopped. To be carried was embarrassing, but to be slapped on the butt while everyone was watching was even worse, and she also didn't want to make him any angrier than he already was. In addition, his smacks were quite painful.
Lance managed to find an empty, somewhat quiet room at the back of the nightclub. When he placed Linda down, she scowled at him, insulted by his treatment of her, but he ignored her as he found a suitable chair – a small wooden chair without armrests. He sat down and patted his thigh. "Come here, little miss," he told Linda.
She folded her arms in front of her chest and scowled at him again, hoping it would work better this time. "I don't think that this is –"
Lance sighed and rose. Before she could react, he'd picked her up and carried her back to the chair, where he sat down and laid her across his lap. Her skirt was so short her panties were on display, so he didn't really need to raise it, but he did it anyway. She almost died of shame when he pulled down her panties and started to rub her naked bottom. "Let's see if we can fix this insolence of yours, little miss," he said as he lifted his hand and started to spank her.
Linda howled as the first smacks landed on her tender butt. Even though Lance had spanked her before, it was always more painful than she remembered. Maybe she would have behaved better and been less rude if her memory was better.
Janet watched them, her eyes wide. She couldn't believe it – Linda was actually being spanked! On the bare bottom! In a busy nightclub! It was horrible to watch, and she had a dreadful feeling that it might be her turn next, so she had a strong desire to run as far and as fast as she could. Lance had locked the door to keep them from being interrupted, but he'd left the key in the lock. She was reasonably certain that she could be out of the room before he could stand up, and she didn't think he would be able to catch her once she started running. But two things made her drop the plan – if she was wrong and he caught her, he wouldn't be very happy once it was her turn, and she also didn't want to leave Linda behind like that. Partly in loyalty to her friend, she chose to remain.
Lance spanked Linda on the left cheek, then the right, then the left, with even spanks that covered the entirety of her wriggling bottom, as if he'd done this many times before – which he had. Linda snarled and tried to wriggle away while attempting to shout at him, but her yelps and whimpers made that somewhat difficult. "Let me go! Ouch! You can't do this! It isn't – Ow, that was painful! Not so hard!"
"You don't sound very sorry yet," he commented drily. "Looks like I'll have to spank you harder." And even though she hadn't thought it was possible, he started to smack even harder than before. She kicked her legs and squirmed, and the tears poured down her cheeks as she tried to break free. When her desperate struggles intensified, he placed an arm around her waist to hold her in place.
Eventually, she gave up all attempts to be brave or tough, and she started to beg for mercy. "Ow! I'll be good! I'll stop drinking liquor and going to nightclubs! Ouch! Please, I promise to listen to you," she whimpered.
Lance grinned with satisfaction, but he still gave her a few dozen more smacks, just to make sure she meant what she was saying, before stopping. He lifted her to her feet. "Nose in the corner and hands on your head until I tell you to turn around – you should know the position well by now, with as much experience as you have." He sent her away with a final smack to her bright red bottom, and she obeyed without hesitation. She meekly assumed the position, standing there sniffling with her hands on her head, her panties around her knees, and her cute, red butt on display. She longed to rub away the sting, but she knew what would happen if she did not obey.
Janet did her best to stand completely still and disappear into the background, hoping that he'd forgotten her, but she wasn't so lucky. Lance turned toward her and waved her over. "Come here, Janet."
She did as he instructed, standing blushing before him. She glanced over at Linda, who was standing obediently in the corner. "Will I…" she started, her voice trembling as she gave him her best puppy-dog eyes. "Are you going to… is this…" She didn't know quite how to phrase the question, but he knew what she meant.
"Yes, I'm going to place you over my knee and spank you soundly. You must admit you deserve it, when you sneak into nightclubs and drink liquor?"
Janet wasn't entirely sure she agreed with that, but under the circumstances, she thought it was wiser to pretend like she did, so she nodded. When he patted his lap, she laid down without arguing.
"Have you been spanked before?" he asked. She shook her head. "Since you've been so obedient and compliant, and since it's your first time, I won't spank you nearly as hard as I spanked Linda – but enough to ensure you won't dream of doing this again, I can assure you."
"Can I keep my panties on?" she asked timidly as he lifted her skirt, which was just as short as Linda's. To her disappointment, he responded "No", and her panties were soon around her knees as she lay quivering over his lap and waited for the first smack. Lance was kind enough not to leave her waiting long.
Janet gasped as the first slaps landed on her cute behind, and she kicked her legs. That was painful! Each separate smack was tolerable, but he spanked fast, so it did not take long before she was squirming over his lap. "Ow, that hurts," she whined.
"It's supposed to," he responded while continuing to spank her. As he had done with Linda, he placed an arm around her waist to make sure she didn't go anywhere – she would stay in position and accept every smack he chose to give her until he was assured that she was truly sorry. She whimpered pitifully and begged for mercy after only a few minutes, and didn't show any signs of trying to pretend to be tough. She'd seen how little it had benefitted Linda.
Breathless with shame and crying from the pain, she promised to do anything he wanted if he would just stop beating her burning behind. She sobbed, she whimpered, she squirmed, and she begged, but everything was equally ineffective. He'd promised her a good, sound spanking, and Lance always kept his promises.
It felt like hours before Lance finally stopped and helped her up, but when she looked over her shoulder, her bottom was much less red than Linda's. Linda was finally allowed to leave the corner, and Lance placed a comforting arm over her shoulder, with his other arm over Janet. The two girls cried against his chest and promised to stay away from the nightclub – and liquor – until they turned twenty. He wasn't sure whether he believed them, but he hoped they meant it. He also told them that next time, he wouldn't be as gentle as he'd been today, and he guessed that a good dose of the clothes brush after a warm-up spanking with his hand would be quite effective.
The two girls were finally allowed to pull up their panties and lower their skirts, and he followed them out of the nightclub to ensure they didn't sneak back to the dance floor. Linda felt like several people gazed after them on the way out, and she hoped they hadn't heard what was going on – to be spanked was bad enough, but having the whole nightclub know about it was so humiliating she wasn't sure she would survive it.
When they were alone, Linda turned to Janet. "Come with me. I have something that can help you deal with the sting." They went home to Linda, where the blonde brought Janet into her bedroom and showed her a tube of cooling cream, which had seen much use in recent months – Linda often failed to live up to Lance's expectations. She sat down gently on the side of the bed, wincing as her sore seat landed on the soft mattress. She patted her lap. "Come lie down here, Janet."
Janet frowned. "Shouldn't it be me helping you instead? Your spanking was much worse."
"Tut, tut. Do as I tell you, or I'll have to spank you," Linda said, trying to sound stern. She wasn't even remotely as good at it as Lance qwas. Still, Janet obeyed, and Linda pulled down her panties and started to spread the cool cream over her warm, sore behind. A moan escaped Janet's lips, both from pain and from pleasure, as Linda started to massage the cream into her cheeks. A few minutes later, Linda pulled Janet's panties back up, and they switched places – Janet sat down, placed Linda over her lap, pulled down her panties, and rubbed the sting away with some cream.
Tired after a long, eventful day, the pair laid down in Linda's bed. They cuddled together as they chatted about the scary and embarrassing stuff that had happened, wondering if anyone had realized what was going on. Linda looked over at Janet, who looked very cute lying there half-asleep, rubbing her sore butt with one hand. Linda was going through a plan on how to avoid being caught by Lance the next time they went to the club, when she suddenly couldn't resist the desire to lean forward and place a gentle smooch on Janet's soft lips.
The girls ended up making out until they fell asleep.
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