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.
After the initial surprise, she folded her arms in front of her chest, once again trying to project a confidence she didn't feel. "You and what army?"
"You don't think I can do it?" He was still sporting that cocky grin that made her insides feel funny.
"I-I'd like to see you try." He was quite close now. She felt an urge to back away, but she managed to resist it, as it might discourage him.
His face was now only inches from hers, and he grinned down at her. She hadn't realized just how tall he was, and the athletic young man seemed a lot more intimidating up close. Whimpering nervously, she stared at her shoes, unable to meet his gaze.
"Well, it's your lucky day, then. I think it's time for your spanking." He held out his hand to her. After a moment of hesitation, she placed her hand in his. He chuckled triumphantly. She made no attempt to resist as he led her over to a chair. He then sat down and patted his lap. "Over my knee."
"W-wait!" She paused, dragging her hand away. A thought had suddenly struck her.
"Changed your mind?" She could tell that he was trying his best not to sound disappointed. "It's probably scary for you, but I can assure you –"
"N-no, it's not that! It's just… When's your birthday?"
"What?" He frowned, probably wondering if she'd gone mad.
"I need to know when your birthday is," she said quickly. "Please, it's important."
"The fifth of February," he said, still staring in confusion at her.
She breathed a sigh of relief. He'd been eighteen for almost a year, then. Being spanked by a teenager she was supposed to be chaperoning was definitely inappropriate and could get her in trouble, but at least he was an adult. "Sorry, it's just…" She took a deep breath. "I'm ready for my spanking now."
He grinned. It was clear he still didn't understand what she was going on about, but he had more important matters on his mind. Gently, he guided her over his lap, so that her belly rested on his muscular thighs, her toes touched the floor, and her bottom was raised and ready for his attention. She bit her lip nervously as he began to stroke the seat of her skirt, but she had to admit it felt quite nice. She felt him lift his hand, and her backside trembled in anticipation as she waited for the first smack to land. And then, he began to spank her.
The first few slaps were light and fast – he patted her bottom, causing a light, pleasant sting. She smiled. "How does that feel?" he asked.
"You can spank harder," she replied, then clasped her hands in front of her mouth. She'd really said that out loud, hadn't she?
He chuckled. "Not hard enough for you, young lady? Well, I can fix that…" He spanked more firmly, his hand moving from cheek to cheek. A toasty warmth spread through her bottom, and she squirmed a little. Being bent over and moving like this, she wondered if he could see her panties.
He kept spanking her for a few minutes, and she stretched out across his lap. She couldn't believe that she was actually letting a teenager spank her! She should probably have her head examined.
Suddenly, he paused, resting his hand on her warm cheeks. She felt a tinge of disappointment – it couldn't be over already, could it? Then, he spoke. "I'd like to raise your skirt," he said. He didn't move, and she realized that he was waiting for her answer.
Her heart was trying to beat its way through her chest. "Go ahead," she found herself murmuring, with a blush on her face.
Needing no further encouragement, he grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up to her waist, revealing her panties. She frowned – if she'd known that anyone would be seeing her underwear, she'd have worn something more appealing than the old white cotton knickers.
"Very beautiful," he murmured, rubbing the seat of her panties gently.
"I have prettier panties than these," she scoffed.
"I wasn't talking about the panties," he responded drily, and she blushed even more.
He continued to spank her, and she squirmed a little. It stung more without the protection of her skirt, but it still felt lovely. His hand squeezing her bottom, the delightful, stinging taps against her soft skin… This was heaven. His hand moved from side to side, covering every inch of her posterior. It was clear that he believed in being thorough.
The sting was growing, and Becky had begun to let out cute little yelps with every stinging smack. Her bottom now felt quite warm, and she wondered how it looked. Was it pink? Was it red? Were there visible handprints all over it?
"Are you going to be a good girl?" he scolded in a teasing tone.
Becky giggled. "I don't know yet," she said playfully.
He tutted disapprovingly. "What a naughty girl you are! If you can't promise me you'll behave, I might have to take those panties down and spank you on the bare bottom."
Becky froze, shivering. She couldn't let him do that, could she? That would surely be a step too far!
Making a hasty decision, she glared over her shoulder at him. "You wouldn't dare," she taunted, tossing her head disdainfully so that her long hair fanned out. Grinning, he placed his fingers in the waistband of her knickers, and she lifted her hips to help him as he lowered them.
There. She was now naked over the lap of this young man. He spent a few minutes rubbing her bare bottom, muttering appreciatively, and she blushed and hid her face in her hands. This was madness! Finally, he continued to spank her, his hand now slapping quite hard down on her sensitive seat. She was squealing and squirming, and she kicked her legs as he warmed her backside.
She bucked and bounced over his lap, yelping and squealing as the sting grew, but despite her discomfort, there was still a smile on her face and joy in her heart.
She felt tears at the edges of his eyes by the time he stopped. He helped her up, and she was soon sitting on his lap as he dried her tears. He wrapped his strong arms around her in a hug, and she rested her head against his chest, smiling blissfully.
"Did you enjoy that?" he whispered into her ear.
She grinned. "Maybe."
He chuckled, squeezing her rear gently. She winced, but the smile never left her face. "You really are a naughty girl, you know that?" He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. At first, she froze, but then she kissed him back, her lips seeking his as if he was the first sip of water after a trek through a desert.
Before heading back to the party, Becky stopped at a bathroom and fixed her makeup, making sure no one could see that she had cried. Checking that she was alone, she also turned her back to the mirror, flipped up her skirt, lowered her panties, and examined her bottom. It was certainly pink, and she could see more than a few handprints, but it wasn't as red as she'd expected. She pouted; all that spanking, and she wasn't even red?
The young man was waiting for her outside the bathroom, and they walked back towards the party. Outside, they found Myrtle, one of the other chaperones. The older woman looked at Becky. "There you are, Rebecca! I was looking for you – it's your turn to guard the door, I'm afraid. Where were you?"
Thinking on her feet, Becky smiled at her. "I had to go to the bathroom, but I'm afraid I got lost on the way back. This nice young man showed me the right way." She kept her gaze at Myrtle, not daring to see the teenager's reaction to their conversation.
Myrtle nodded. " Well, I'm going to have to resume my patrol. Talk to you later."
The older woman left. Taking a deep breath, Becky finally turned to look at the young man, wondering what his reaction would be. He was staring at her, his mouth hanging open. She had to stifle a giggle; the sight was comical.
"…You're not a student, are you?" he said eventually.
"I'm afraid not. I'm Becky, a friend of Alice. She asked me to chaperone this party." She shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"Oh." His eyes widened as the full reality of the situation came crashing down on him. "Oh! That's – I'm not – I shouldn't…" His mouth opened and closed a few times, but he could clearly think of nothing to say.
She had a suspicion that he was about to apologize for what he'd done, and she decided that she couldn't bear that right now. It had been so wonderful to see him take charge of the situation and treat her like a naughty girl – she didn’t want to watch that authoritative act crumble before her eyes. "I know what you're thinking," she said.
"Oh?" he said, in a voice that suggested that HE wasn't quite sure what he was thinking.
"I shouldn't have lied to you and misled you like that," she said. "It was very naughty of me."
For a second or two, he stared at her, then he grinned. He had his cue, and he'd figured out the role he could play. "You're right. You've been a bad, bad girl, haven't you?"
She pulled out a tissue and a pen, writing down her number. "I should probably be punished, shouldn't I? Why don't you give me a call when you've decided what should be done about my misbehaviour? I think it's in safe hands with you."
He put the tissue in his pocket, chuckling. "Yes, I've been told I'm good with my hands."
She grinned back. "You really are." She was about to return to the party, but she stopped. "Just one thing…" She took a deep breath. "Please don't tell ANYONE what happened, OK? I'm begging you. If you start bragging to your friends, I could be in a LOT of trouble – and not the fun kind of trouble!"
"My lips are sealed," he assured her. "No one will know."
She gave him a grateful smile, before going back to the party to find the door she should be guarding. One thing was for certain – this would be the last time she chaperoned a party of teenagers. Clearly, she was not a rational, reliable adult that should be trusted with that kind of responsibility.
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