The high schooler and the chaperone (m/F story)

It was a beautiful Friday evening, but instead of hanging out with her friends at the pub, or at least sitting at home watching TV, Becky was chaperoning a room full of high school seniors. Her friend Alice worked at the school, and they'd been struggling to find adults who could oversee the party and make sure there were no drugs, cigarettes, or alcohol. Alice had nagged her until she'd agreed, so Becky spent her evening standing in the corner of the room, watching the teenagers dancing and attempting to flirt. It was at least somewhat amusing to see them stutter and fumble, she decided.

She noticed that one of the boys was looking at her. A tall, dark-haired young man in jeans and a dark jacket, there was something about his manner that suggested to her that he was probably considered one of the "cool kids" at the school. She guessed he was watching the chaperones to figure out the best place to sneak in booze, the little scoundrel. She'd better keep an eye on him. Or maybe she was being too harsh and making assumptions again and should give him the benefit of the doubt.

She was walking around the room to check that nothing inappropriate was going on, when her phone vibrated in the pocket of her jacket and realized someone was calling. She slipped out of the room, heading down the hall until she found an empty classroom, where she answered the call.

"Hi, Becky," her sister said. "You busy?"

Becky sighed. "Do you remember I told you about Alice's little request? I'm at the party now."

"Having fun, then?"

"What do you think?" Becky's tone of voice made her opinion quite apparent. "Not the way I wanted to spend the evening, let me tell you that."

"Ouch. Well, you're doing a good deed, so focus on that."

They chatted for a few more minutes. When Becky hung up and placed the phone back in her pocket, she suddenly heard someone behind her. "You know, phones aren't allowed at the party," a voice said teasingly. She spun around to see the dark-haired teenager smirking at her.

"I-I'm allowed to have it," she said, her voice trembling slightly, and she wondered why she was suddenly feeling nervous. A teenager was playfully scolding her – big deal.

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? The rules don't apply to you, do they? Do you consider yourself better than the rest of us?" He tutted, but there was still a smirk on his face. "How naughty of you."

Her heart was beating rapidly, and her eyes widened when she realized that he hadn't been watching the chaperones after all; he'd mistaken her for one of the other seniors – and he was clearly flirting with her.

Part of her was flattered. The fact that this teenager thought she was a full decade younger than she actually was, and that he considered her attractive enough to flirt with, was certainly a boost to her ego. Another part of her was angry – why couldn't someone like him have flirted with her back then? When she was actually a teenager, she'd been invisible to the cool boys! 

The sensible part of her told her that she should clear up this misunderstanding at once and shut down his flirting. However, Becky decided not to listen to that particular voice. "And what are you going to do about it? Are you going to report me to the teachers?" She gave him a haughty look, but she couldn't quite keep the grin off her face.

"Maybe I should," he said, slowly walking towards her. "Or maybe I should punish you myself."

"Punish?" She stared at him, trying to look more confident than she felt. "What do you mean by that?" How could a teenager make her feel so nervous?

"Maybe I should make you write lines on the blackboard," he mused, still slowly approaching her. "Or stand in the corner." His smirk widened. "Or maybe I should take you over my lap and spank you."

Becky gasped, blushing bright red. Had a teenaged boy just threatened to spank her? She should DEFINITELY shut this down right now, before things got out of hand.

Caitlyn's birthday wish (M/F story)

"So, Caitlyn, anything in particular you want for your birthday next week?" Nash raised a hand to the bartender to order another round and then glanced at his best friend.

Caitlyn hesitated. "I have something in mind, but… it might be a big ask."

"Name it," he said as he paid for their drinks. "You'll only turn 30 once."

She bit her lip, taking a small sip of her cider. Staring into her glass, she finally admitted "I'd quite like a birthday spanking."

Nash stared at her, a look of surprise on his face. "I didn't think you saw me that way," he said after a while. "I'm afraid I don't –"

"Oh, no, not like that!" she hastened to add, waving her hands disarmingly. "There will be nothing romantic or sexual about it! Ew!" She took another sip. "It's just… I've always wanted to know what it's like to be spanked, and you're the safest guy I know."

"Thank you for the compliment," he said, with just the slightest hint of smugness in his voice. "But couldn't you have explored it with one of your ex-boyfriends? Did you ever ask Alex…"

She shook her head. "No. If I'm dating someone, I need us to be equals, and that's hard to do if he can take me over his lap and spank me whenever we argue." She looked at him. "We've never dated, so we don't have those kinds of arguments, and I know I'd be safe in your hands."

Despite his surprise, he thought about her idea. "I've never spanked anyone before."

"I can send you some articles! I've read a LOT of them. Besides, I don't think it's that difficult. Just take my jeans and panties down, lay me over your lap, and then whack away – long and hard!"

"Your panties?" he said, his eyebrow disappearing into his red hairline. "You want me to strip you?"

"Only from the waist down! If you're modest, you can put me over your lap BEFORE you take my panties down – or I can take them down myself. But it's not a real spanking if it's not on the bare, is it?" She gave him her best puppy-dog eyes. "Please, Nash? There is nothing in the world I want more, and I've been dreaming about it for most of my life. I can't enter my thirties while remaining entirely unspanked!"

He thought about it. It was definitely weird, but if that's what his best friend wanted, she could have it. Besides, it wouldn't be uncomfortable for HIM. "As you wish," he said.

She grinned. "Thank you, Nash! You're the best!"

The scratched car (M/F story)

Late one afternoon, Alyx was driving to her parents' home to take in the mail while they were on vacation with her younger sister. Their car was parked at the front of the driveway, so rather than try to inch past it or park out on the street, she decided to borrow their neighbour's driveway instead. She was only going to be there for a minute, so it would probably have been fine, if she'd paid attention to the car already parked there – which she didn't, until she heard a scraping sound that immediately told her something was wrong. She hurried out of the car and began to examine the damage. Her own beat-up Mazda seemed fine, but the other car it had an ugly scratch on it. Scratching the paint on her parents' car would have been annoying, but doing it to their neighbour's nice-looking BMW meant she had a rather uncomfortable and expensive conversation in her future.

Taking a deep breath, she decided that the best thing to do under the circumstances would be to deal with it immediately – knock on the door, apologize profusely, and offer to pay for the damages, though the latter would obviously sting on the young waitress' low salary. With a feeling of impending doom, she approached the lavish home of Mr Harrington and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened by a heavily built man of middle height with a bald head and a thick neck. To Alyx, Mr Harrington had always looked like a man destined to be a wrestler, so it had come as a surprise to learn that he was actually a lawyer. She did her best to look very sorry for what she'd done – which was quite easy, as she felt terrible. "Mr Harrington? I'm Alyx, the Quinn's daughter? I'm afraid I've scratched your car while borrowing your driveway."

The man frowned, managing to make himself look even scarier than he did before. "You did, did you? Your father mentioned that you had just gotten your licence last week. You need to be more careful, young lady."

Alyx realized that the man had mistaken her for her younger sister and was about to correct him, but she stopped herself. What would be more embarrassing – to leave him thinking that she was some irresponsible teenager still learning to drive, or to have him realize that she'd had a licence for almost a decade and still messed up?

Making a decision, she did her best to look like a sorry young girl, bowing her head mournfully and fluttering her eyelashes as if holding back tears. "Yes, sir. I'll be more careful in the future, sir. I promise!"

He sighed. "Let's look at the damage," he said as he put on a coat.

They walked down the driveway, where he spent a few minutes looking at the car and tutting, while occasionally glancing with an expression of disapproval at the young lady standing at his side. "This isn't going to be cheap, you know. I'll have to talk to your father once I get the bill. Though why you didn't park in THEIR driveway…."

"I can assure you that you'll have the money, sir," Alyx said meekly. Though she wasn't sure exactly how yet. Would her parents lend her the money if she didn't tell them what she needed it for? Did she have enough in her emergency fund? Or would she have to admit what she'd done?

"I expect they'll barely punish you for being careless and inconsiderate and costing them all that money, as well? Soft-touch parents of today… You'll be grounded for a week, I suppose?"

Despite her nervousness, the thought made Alyx chuckle. Grounded at her age? Would her parents expect her to go straight home to her flat after work? Would they come by to check that she wasn't spending time on her phone? "Hah! Not likely," she muttered. It was only when she saw the expression on his face that she remembered that she was supposed to act like a teenager. "Sorry, sir. Yes, I'll probably be grounded sir."

He narrowed his eyes. "You know, I don't think I like your frivolity. Sounds like you're not being punished enough." He folded his arms in front of his chest. "In my opinion, a girl that damages another man's property and then laughs about it should be taken over the lap and given a good, sound spanking. And I think I'll suggest that to your father the next time I see him."

Alyx bit her lip. Once Mr Harrington talked to her parents, matters would become much worse than they already were. Mr Harrington would find out she'd lied to him, and her parents would learn that she'd tried to place the blame on her younger sister. "Mr Harrington, do you have to talk to my father? I should not have borrowed your driveway, and I certainly shouldn't have giggled, and I apologize for that. But I'm very sorry for what I've done, and I have some money saved up, so I can pay for the paint job myself. Couldn't we solve this between us?"

Mr Harrington gave Alyx a stern gaze that made her squirm as he pondered her words. "How about this, then," he said at last. "I won't talk to your father, and I'll pay for the scratch – we both know that I can afford it far better than you can, young lady."

So far, the deal sounded very good to Alyx, but she held her breath. She had a strange feeling that she wouldn't like what came next.

"But before that, we're going to head back up to my house. We are going to go inside and head to the kitchen, where I will place you over my knee and give you the long, hard spanking you clearly need."