A sight to behold (F/F story)

Candace looked back over her shoulder, grinning to her reflection in the floor-length mirror. The tall, thin blonde was wearing one of her shortest skirts, and if she went to school without panties again, she knew she would give the boys a sight to behold every time she stood up to answer a question – provided she leaned slightly forward, which she would. It amused her to think about how they'd be sitting in class, too distracted to focus on whatever the teacher was saying. She'd been called a tease more than once, but she had no problem with that. It was accurate, after all.

Now, she needed to pick a pair of shoes that matched the skirt – though obviously, that was something few of the boys would care about.


A few hours later, Candace was sitting in Ms Woods' maths class. When the teacher's gaze turned to Candace, the girl rose, leaned slightly forward in her usual manner, and delivered the right answer. As she stood there, she received the expected small gasp from behind her – but it was rather more high-pitched than she'd anticipated.

As soon as she could, Candace sat down and cast a subtle glance behind her; Benny, who'd been sitting behind her when she chose her seat, appeared to have moved to be closer to his girlfriend, and the vacant seat had been taken by Elaine, a small, slightly chubby brunette. The shy, quiet girl's face was scarlet, and Candace saw the same lustful look in her eyes that she often saw in the boys.

Candace paused, trying to collect her thoughts. She hadn't suspected that Elaine would have those kinds of urges, and she wondered what she should do with her new information. She'd had a lot of fun teasing the boys, but she'd never considered the possibilities of teasing GIRLS before. Maybe she should give it a try?

She spent the rest of the lesson trying to sort out her feelings on the matter, unable to focus on the maths. The irony of her distraction attempt backfiring entirely escaped her.

My neighbour and her daughter (M/F story)

The first time I met the teenaged daughter of the woman who had just moved in next door, she was stubbing out a cigarette on the hood of my car.

Josie was a lanky, blonde nineteen-year-old who wore ripped shirts and booty shorts, and was the sort of delinquent who loved annoying everyone older than her. When I yelled at her and demanded to know why she'd vandalized my car, she smirked and giggled at my expression, surprisingly unconcerned about a man twice her weight shouting at her. Nothing I said made her show the least bit of remorse, so I eventually gave up and decided to talk to her mother.

Later that evening, I rang the doorbell of the little home, where I was greeted by a plump woman in her late thirties whose hair was as long and blonde as her daughter's. Frances showed me into the living room and offered me a cup of tea, and I told her what had happened earlier in the day. The woman seemed justifiably upset, but to my disappointment, she was reluctant to deal with her daughter.

"I just don't know what to do," she sighed.

"She's your daughter, and living in your house," I pointed out. "Surely you've had to punish her before? Ground her, spank her, take away privileges?"

She shook her head. "It was my dear husband who handled those things. After he passed away…" She shook her head sadly. "I'm just not up to the task."

"And how long ago was it?" I asked, trying to keep my voice kind.

"A little over six years."

Six years. The girl had not been punished since she was thirteen. Suddenly, the fact that she'd grown up into a brat seemed less surprising. "But she vandalized my car! Deliberately! This cannot go unpunished!"

The woman nodded. "That's true. Would you be willing to deal with her? I think a good spanking could teach her a lesson."