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Juanoneone's stories have been very hard to find lately, so I'll be archiving them here

Thirteen year old Becky Tate basked in the warm glow of her friends’ admiration. "Anything you want?" asked Tamara, astonished.

"Anything" Becky assured her, nodding her blonde head emphatically, "my mom is away on business. Who is going to stop me? With her gone, I’m effectively an adult. I go to bed when I want, I get up when I want, I watch television when I want, eat what I want and do just whatever I please".

"I wish *my* mom would go away on business" sighed Tommy, "that would rule".

"Didn’t your mom leave instructions, or *anything*?" Jane wanted to know. "When my mom went out of town for just one day, I had a list as tall as I am". Becky shook her head imperiously.

"My mom knows that I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself without her guidance. Besides, I’m not going to do everything that *she* says - I’m going to do what *I* say. Why should someone else run my life when I’m thirteen?"

"Could you get your nose pierced?" asked Amanda, "Could you get your hair dyed green and made spikey?""

"Well, I’m not *going* to, but I could. I could get my nose pierced and dye my hair and come to school like that and there’s nothing they could do. They can send a note home, but I don’t care".

"Can you wear makeup, then?" Amanda wanted to know.

"Of *course* I can. Why, I’m about to go and put on some makeup now, just for wearing around the house". Murmurs of approval arose from the other four children. They found that pretty sophisticated alright. "Aren’t you afraid of anything?" gasped Tamara, "aren’t you afraid that your mother will find out?". Becky tossed back her golden hair disdainfully.

"Firstly, its *my* house. Secondly, I’m thirteen damn years old. I’m an adult. Thirdly, my mother is a long, long way away. And fourthly, I don’t care if she *does* hear about it. She knows that I’m thirteen and that I don’t take any guff from her. She just has to deal with it". She strutted back and forth as she spoke. "Now maybe its just that I’m more mature than the rest of you, but really, you all let your parents walk all over you. Parents don’t respect you unless you learn to draw the line. Its when you start to live your own life that they have to start dealing with you as an adult".

Although the children at school had not known the new girl Becky for long, they held her in high regard. They listened with great attention as she told them of her personal autonomy, and sought from her the wisdom that allowed her to achieve this hallowed state of grownup freedom. Becky made the most of her status. She held court at school as the coolest girl, and was much emulated by the other children. The four kids at her house had felt themselves honored to have been given the grand tour of Becky’s domain, and were eager to bask in her reflected glory back at school.

"I can’t believe that you can eat ice-cream for dinner!" gasped Jane in astonishment. "If I did that, my mother would give me a spanking!".

Becky sneered "spankings are for babies! I can’t believe that you let your mother spank you. You are like a two year old Jane - you let your family do *anything* to you. A thirteen year old girl getting spankings - you ought to be ashamed of yourself". Jane was stung deeply by the rebuke and tried not to cry. "I can’t help it. I can’t stop my mother from doing what she wants". Becky rolled her blue eyes in disbelief. "Whatever Jane. And now, I’m going to show you all of my-". The front door was heard to open and Becky’s face suddenly froze in horror. She looked at her watch, her eyes suddenly wide. "You have to go now. Right now!" she hissed to her guests.

"Becky, what is it?" asked Tamara "did we do something wrong?"

"I’m sorry Becky" added Amanda with great sincerity, seeing her own hopes of borrowed popularity melt away.

"Are you alright?" Tommy wanted to know, hard put to see what they could have done to offend the girl.

"Nothings wrong!" insisted Becky, glancing down the hall, "Its my house and I say that you all have to leave right now! Its my house and you do as I say!".

In walked a pair of girls in their late teens or early twenties. One had long blonde hair and was the spitting image of Becky herself, dressed in jeans and a yellow tee-shirt. The other was an Asian girl clad in a light pink dress. The blonde girl casually announced "its five o’clock brat, and you know what *that* means!".

"Susan - I was just showing my friends out. I’ll be right with you" stammered Becky, a catch in her voice. "Oh, no you don’t, sister. Its five o’clock and you’ll be with me *right now*. If you didn’t want your little friends to see your five o’clock spanking, you should have thought of that earlier, hm?"

"Her what?" asked Jane, convinced she hadn’t heard correctly. Susan laughed.

"I guess Becky forgot to mention her five o’clock spanking. That’s so like her, isn’t it Anne?". The Asian girl just smiled and said "oh Becky!".

"Please Susan!" begged Becky in horror.

"Becky always makes a fuss when she’s getting a spanking" Anne told Becky’s guests.

Susan said "its too late Becky. Five o’clock is your spanking time and its five o’clock now. If you’d had a little forethought, you could have put on your bathing suit and I could have spanked you in that. That way, your friends wouldn’t see you spanked in your underpants. She sat down and grabbed the waist of Becky’s yellow shorts. Becky grabbed the waistband too, squealing as she lost the contest and they were pulled down to her knee. She was left standing in her little white panties, exposed before her astonished friends. "Not here!" pleaded Becky, tears springing to her blue eyes, "in private!". Susan shook her head.

"If you’d wanted it in the bathroom, you could have been in the bathroom at 5:00, standing beside the chair with your shorts down. But you were in the sitting room with your little friends, so that is where you are getting your spanking".

Anne told the children "last Thursday, she was in the bath at five o’clock, and got it on her bare wet bottom. She should know by now that she gets it wherever she happens to be. She just likes to make a fuss about her spankings".

"Just move one room!" pleaded Becky, her tears dripping slowly down her pale cheeks. "I have to see these people at school!".

"Its five o’clock Becky, and time for a good spanking. You deserve it too". She took the girl’s left arm and hauled her across her knee, though she tried to resist. Becky squirmed on her stomach, suddenly facing the beige carpet. On Susan’s right side, Becky’s back half was presented for easy spanking - her shorts around her knees to leave her young bottom protected by nothing but her underpants.

"She didn’t do anything wrong" announced Tommy boldly "we were right here the whole time".

"She might have" pointed out Jane, who found this the most interesting thing she had seen in a while.

"Becky is always naughty" replied Susan, and brought her right palm slapping across the base of Susan’s bottom with a loud smack. Becky yelped and sobbed. "She deserves spankings and lots of them". She slapped her sister’s behind loudly again and made her jerk in place from the pain. "When Mom was here, she didn’t get spanked that much. Mom gave her spankings now and then, but nowhere near enough. When she left on her business trip, she left me in charge. So now Becky gets spankings like she deserves.". She was spanking her poor sister’s warming bottom with increasing tempo now, her hearty slaps wresting yelps from the wriggling girl pants-down over her knee. Becky’s feet kicked at the air, her expensive white sneakers striking at nothing. "The five o’clock spanking is just to remind her who is boss around here and to punish her for all the things I never find out about. If she’s a very, very good girl, it’s the only spanking she gets that day. Unless I just feel like spanking her, which I often do. She usually makes it through the day without being spanked for punishment, but its very frequent that she has to be spanked for punishment too. She gets her punishment spankings on her bare bottom, because she hates spankings on her bare bottom the most. She’s scared enough to make some effort at behaving - she’s usually pretty good if I’m actually there, ready to paddle her backside if she gets out of line. Still, its never long before she leaves a towel on the floor of the bathroom, or back-talks me, or is too slow doing what she is told, and I have to strip her bottom bare and spank it very red indeed". Her slaps were raining hard and freely onto poor Becky’s little behind, the girl sobbing and flinching as strike after strike landed firmly onto her hot, suffering bottom. She instinctively squirmed for freedom, but there was no freedom to be had.

"Becky told us that she doesn’t get spankings" announced Jane, angry at having been called a baby for getting spankings of her own. "Well then" replied Susan, "Becky has been a very naughty girl, and she knows what kind of spanking she gets when she’s a naughty girl. Because she lied, she’s going to get it right on her bare bottom!". Becky howled in horrified protest as her sister took hold of the waistband of her panties and slid them neatly down to her knees, right above her shorts. Becky’s thirteen year old bottom was bared to her friends, red, spanked and soon quivering from punishment as Susan resumed the steady rain of hard slaps, now on the bare flesh of her sister’s behind. Becky bawled like a baby and kicked the air like a maniac. Anne explained "she was the same way when she was first spanked on the bare bottom in front of me. There’s nothing she hates more than being spanked on her bare bottom in front of someone new. She’s more used to me now. She had to be really, since I spank her bare bottom myself".

"*You* spank her bare bottom too?" gasped Tamara, amazed. Anne smiled.

"Of *course*. *All* of Susan’s friends spank Becky on her bare bottom. Its not *always* on her bare bottom of course. We usually don’t pull down her panties for a spanking unless she has been bad or we really feel like it. Susan is happy just as long as Becky gets lots of spankings. We spank her for punishment for this or that, or just spank her because we feel like it. It really reminds her to be good. Speaking of reminders to be good, I think that it is time that *this* naughty girl had her shorts confiscated for a while!". Becky bawled in protest and tried to scissor her legs as Anne took hold of her yellow shorts. Susan spanked Becky’s naked red bottom all the harder for making such a fuss as Anne pulled the shorts down past her calves and ankles and off entirely. She folded the shorts neatly and put them in her satchel. "You won’t be needing *these* for a while, young lady!" she promised.

"I swear" mused Susan as she spanked away hard, "the minute we let her wear pants again, she gets ideas above herself and we have to take them back down again for a spanking. Looks like we’ll have to go back to the only-tops-and-panties-in-the-house rule for a few days and see if that helps". Becky thrashed her blonde head from side to side, although whether from protest or pain, none could say. Still the punishment rained onto her posterior.

Anne noted "just in time for video night with the girls tomorrow night. She hates serving your friends when she hasn’t got her pants - it will do her good. And I’m sure people will ask why she’s being punished and then more spankings will ensue". She turned her attention back to the children, who were unable to believe what they were seeing and hearing. "Becky’s just lucky its not clothes-washing night. She’s naked while the clothes are being washed but she has to do her chores around the house anyway, no-matter who is here. Susan and I like to make sure that her bottom is nice and red from spanking on clothes night, so that anyone who comes can see what a bad girl she is". Becky bawled at the thought, wriggling and squirming panties-down across her sister’s lap as the slaps landed thick and fast behind her.

Susan replied "that gives me a really good idea! Since she likes to lie to her schoolfriends, let’s give her something to explain away. She has swimming practice at school first class tomorrow morning. I’ll make her take that old white swimsuit she grew out of that doesn’t quite cover the little cheeks of her behind. Then, right before school, I’ll give her a really good spanking and make her bottom really, really red. The red of her bottom will show when she wears the suit and everyone will see what a spanked little girl she is. That will teach her to tell lies!". Becky roared with horror.

"Please-Susan!-No!-No!-No!" she howled from over the girl’s knee. "Oh yes, yes, yes" promised Susan adamantly "you will never be able to hide your little spanked peaches in *that* swimsuit. You can tell all your friends about how your big sister takes you over her knee and paddles you soundly every single day. I’m sure they will be *very* interested in *that*".

Jane’s eyes were riveted in disbelief on Becky’s round bare bottom, red and spanked, and getting redder and more spanked all the time. She asked Susan "but what will you do when your mother gets back and finds out about all the spankings?". Susan and Anne laughed uproariously while Becky bawled with pain.

"Why, I’ve told mom all about it" she explained happily, paddling her sister with renewed vigor at the thought. "I told her about the spankings I’ve been giving Becky and about how obedient and well behaved she is now. Mom can’t believe how effective the spankings have been and how well they keep Becky in line. She’s over the moon about it and says that when she gets back from her trip, she is going to give Becky spankings morning, noon and night. She says that what Becky is getting now will seem like a picnic compared to what she is going to get, and that Becky is going to spend so much time across her knee being spanked that me and my friends will have to queue up to get some punishment in. She’s even been telephoning her friends to see which of *them* would be interested in giving Becky spankings. If you think that this is one well-spanked little girl now, just wait until mom gets home. Poor Becky may never be able to sit down again!". Poor Becky wailed and sobbed, begged and squirmed, cried and kicked her legs in the air, but Susan just spanked and spanked and spanked away at her bare red bottom with tireless commitment. Tommy whispered to the girls "for Becky’s sake, no-one at school must ever hear about this!".

"Oh, of course, I won’t tell *anyone*" lied Jane. She wanted desperately to get to a telephone, but didn’t want to miss a single smack to Becky Tate’s bottom.

"We really should go" Tommy added guiltily "I’m sure that Becky would like some privacy". The children all agreed, but none of them moved from the spot. Instead, they stayed to find out just how long Becky was going to spend getting a panties-down spanking from her sister. Encouraged by the rapt audience, Susan decided that this was to be a *very* long spanking indeed, even for Becky.