Becky’s Castle, part III: Video Night

[SpankingFetish]

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

Thirteen year old Becky lay on her stomach on her bed in a pink top and white panties. Her bottom was warm and sore from her five o’clock spanking. She knew that tonight was video-night and that soon her sister Susan’s friends would arrive to watch movies. She also knew that she would be expected to serve them all, and that since Susan had confined her to top and panties in the house to teach her a lesson, she would have to serve them in just that state of dress. It wasn’t the first time that she’d had to do it, but somehow, it never seemed to get any easier. The doorbell rang - the first of the guests must have arrived. Becky lay quietly, hoping with a beating heart that she wouldn’t be called for yet. "Answer the door, Becky" Susan shouted from across the hall. "But it could be a stranger!" Becky insisted fearfully. She squealed as her sister burst suddenly into the room, and had made it up onto her hands and knees before Susan pushed her back down flat on her stomach. Susan stuck her fingers in the leg-holes of Becky’s panties and pulled the material up between her red, spanked cheeks. She attacked Becky’s bottom vigorously with her right palm, slapping the tender flesh hard as her left hand held the girl down. After ten good smacks, she let go, and Becky scrambled off the bed from the other side and ran wailing into the corridor, her hands clasped over her punished behind.

Becky shot down the stairs and ran all the way to the entrance hallway before she dared come to a stop, sure at last that her sister was not behind her. Becky winced as she pulled the back of her panties out from between her cheeks and smoothed it back over the dishearteningly warm flesh of her behind. She wiped away a tear and fought to stop sobbing and to get her blonde hair back into place. As she went for the door, she caught a view of herself in the hallway mirror. It was clear that regardless of anything she might possibly do to her hair, there was no getting away from the fact that she was standing there in her top and panties. She turned around and looked over her shoulder to determine whether spanked reddened flesh could be seen peeking from above her legs. It could. She pulled at the material of her panties, but there just wasn’t enough of it to really cover the colorful swellings of her behind. The doorbell rang again, and Becky Tate didn’t dare to let it ring a third time.

Becky kept her body behind the door as she opened it, her head peeking around. The three young women giggled at the strange sight, and walked right on in. "Why are you hiding behind the door, Becky?" asked Paula, a tall African-American girl. She took Becky by the ear and led her, squeaking, out into the open before letting go. Becky crouched in humiliation before the open doorway as the girls dissolved into laughter at her predicament. "Well look who is restricted to panties again!" giggled Paula.

"What did you do this time, you naughty girl?" asked Beth, a short but athletic brown-haired girl.

"Is Susan mad at her again? Has she had her five o’clock spanking?" wondered Gemma, a willowy young lady with long blonde hair. Paula turned Becky around and pulled down her panties as the girl squealed in indignation. The girls could all see the redness of her little round bottom. "She got a good, hot spanking, like she deserves" announced Paula and gave Becky’s naked cheeks a hard underarm slap that made her jump. Becky ran away down the corridor, pulling her panties back up over her spanked cheeks as she went. The guests closed the door and wandered on in behind her.

As soon as Becky got to the living room, she saw Susan coming down the stairs. Susan pointed to the corner and Becky went and stood there, facing it in silent rage. Susan may have been ready to see Becky dismissed for a while, but her guests had grown interested. Beth sat in the middle of the couch. She ordered "Becky, you come here right now and bend over my knee!". Becky started to cry, her anger turning at once to fear and self-pity. She didn’t dare to disobey and tearfully draped herself upon Beth’s lap. "Since you are restricted to panties, you must have been bad, and since you’ve been bad, you’re getting it on your bare bottom" Beth told her and pulled her panties down to her knees, preparing the girl’s naked behind for more punishment. "Now" Beth asked Susan "what exactly did Becky do to be restricted to panties in the house *this* time?". Paula laughed.

She noted "Becky certainly doesn’t get long between spankings"

"Becky doesn’t *deserve* long between spankings" Gemma contributed. "Go on, Susan. Tell us what the brat did *this* time". Beth waited, holding her right palm open over Becky’s bare bottom, ready to administer punishment. The other girls took their seats. "Becky has been telling lies" Susan informed them.

"Bad girl!" scolded Beth and her hand landed hard across Becky’s behind five times in rapid succession - slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! Becky yowled open-mouthed, her hands gripping a throw pillow and her feet lifting into the air behind her. She lay sobbing and half-naked over Beth’s knee, her bottom burning. "So what did she say?" Beth wanted to know.

Susan rolled her eyes and replied "Becky told her friends, and you won’t believe this, that she *doesn’t get spankings*!". The girls burst into loud laughter and it took them a few seconds before they could speak again. Gemma chuckled "*that* has to be the biggest lie I have ever heard! Becky gets spankings *all* the time! She’s the most spanked little girl I know"

Beth asked "don’t you know yet what happens to naughty girls, Becky? Let me remind you". With that, she began to spank the girl in earnest, her hand flying up and down onto Becky’s soft behind. Already sore, the girl was crying like a baby in short order, squirming in helpless desperation as the pain took possession of her faculties. The doorbell rang. "I’ll get it" decided Susan. "I want Becky to stay there and be spanked. Spank her hard, Beth. I’ll be right back".

Susan opened the door, to find Anne and a couple of other girls outside. "Hi Susan, who’s spanking the brat?" Anne greeted her, as the sounds of palm on posterior and Becky’s cried of pain wafted down the hallway. "Beth’s spanking her for lying last night"

"Good! Becky deserves it! Lying about her spankings - if she forgets she gets spankings, I guess she just isn’t being spanked enough!".

"Well, help yourself Anne" answered Susan, ushering them all in. "You know that her bottom is yours to punish whenever and however you like, and that goes for all of you".

"I guess we’ll have to get our own drinks right now" Anne observed, walking into the lounge. "By rights, Becky should have to get them, but I’d rather see her getting a spanking over Beth’s knee". Becky howled and flailed her limbs as her red cheeks were slapped and slapped. "Are we going to watch videos?" Paula asked. "Becky’s pretty loud when she’s being punished but we can turn the volume up".

"I can give Becky her spanking in her bedroom if she’s too loud" Beth offered, spanking naked buttocks hard. Susan shook her head. "Turning up the volume should be fine. I don’t want you to miss the movies, and besides, its good for Becky to get her bare bottom spanked where people can see. She hates that, so its good punishment for her". Susan put on "Titanic" and turned up the volume while the other girls got soda and popcorn ready. When Beth wanted a sip of her drink, Anne held it to her lips so that she didn’t have to stop slapping poor Becky’s bottom for even a second.

Beth gave Becky a good long spanking and the movie was quite far along before the girl was let up off the knee, red-bottom and bawling, the tears coursing down her cheeks. Becky gingerly pulled up her panties over her punished behind. Anne told her "now go get me a diet coke immediately or I’ll take your panties right back down again" and she landed a hard slap across the girl’s over-spanked rump. Becky wailed and ran for the kitchen. She had had spankings over Anne’s knee on numerous occasions, and had no desire to get yet another. She also knew that it didn’t take much for Anne to decide to give her one. Sobbing hard, she returned with a glass full of coke and ice and put it down on a coaster. Anne acknowledged the delivery with another hard spank to Becky’s hot posterior, making her cry out afresh. Susan made her sit on the floor at their feet and told her not to stir unless she was given an order, or she would be severely disciplined. Miserably, Becky lowed herself down onto a bottom that she did not feel like sitting on. She tried not to sob too loudly. Now and then she was instructed to bring a drink or some item of food, and when she got up to do so, the guests felt that it was open-season to hurry her along with plentiful slaps to the seat of her panties. She had to run the gauntlet of punishing hands each time she stood. Returning was a little easier, since no-one wanted her to spill what she was carrying, and once the goods were delivered, she would run back to her place, the smacks falling adamantly behind her. There always seemed to be somebody wanting something and it seemed to Becky that everyone in the room got to slap her bottom many, many times by the before the film drew to an end. Her face burned from humiliation, just as her rear burned from punishment. As the closing credits were rolling, the doorbell rang again.

"Becky - door" Susan told her. Becky stood miserably and arched forward as Anne landed a hearty smack across her rump, just because it was there. Susan took a sip of her drink. "No panties" she added and the other girls laughed and gave her high-fives. Susan’s mouth hung opened. She glanced at the hallway. "But.it could be *anyone*" she begged.

Anne told her "if you don’t go right now, I’ll make sure they see you with no panties being spanked across my knee". Becky looked at Anne’s stern face, and couldn’t doubt that she meant it. With tears of shame dripping from her blue eyes, she stepped out of her white panties and handed them to Susan. She was left standing there before all, naked from the waist down and with her round bottom red from spankings. Becky ran the gauntlet of slapping palms, applause raining onto her unprotected flesh as she raced for the door.

On the way down the hall, Becky glanced at herself in the mirror. There was nothing she could do to make herself more presentable. She was pantsless and spank-bottomed and tidying her hair or straightening her top really wasn’t going to deal with those more important issues. Unwillingly, but fearful of more punishment, she slowly drew the door open, keeping her body hidden behind it as before. Her eyes opened wide and her voice caught in her throat in horror at what she saw beyond. "Hello Becky!" said Miss Moore, her student teacher. "Aren’t you going to invite me in?". Miss Moore was a young woman in her early twenties, with thick chestnut hair that cascaded past her shoulders. She stood there in a white long-sleeved shirt and black pants, a handbag slung over her left shoulder. She smiled at Becky. "Well?" she asked sweetly. Suddenly even more aware of her nakedness, Becky’s bare legs felt particularly cold, while her spanked bottom burned particularly hot. "My mother isn’t at home" Becky answered, a tremor in her voice.

"Yes, I know" Miss Moore answered "your sister Susan invited me over".

"S-S-Susan did?" asked Becky, a cold chill running up her spine and over her scalp.

"That’s right, Becky. Are you going to show me in?". Becky’s mind raced. She was about to tell the woman that Susan had been forced to leave the house, but before she could, Susan called down the hallway "is that Sharon Moore, Becky?"

"I’m here Susan!" Miss Moore called back cheerfully. "I told you I would have to be late, but I made it eventually". She walked through the doorway. Becky retreated to the wall, keeping her body behind the door. A look of concern crossed the woman’s face. "Is something wrong Becky" she asked.

"No ma’am" Becky replied, breaking into a cold sweat as she tried to think of any way she could possibly save herself. Miss Moore took the door and closed it. Becky squealed and hunched over, covering herself with her hands. "Why Becky Tate" gasped the student teacher. "You haven’t got any *pants* on!".

"No ma’am - I...I" stammered Becky miserably, fighting for words but knowing in her heart of hears that there was nothing that could be said. "And look at your little bare bottom!" Miss Moore added, turning Becky around on the spot. "Why, its all red and spanked!". She turned Becky to face her again, took her by the chin and forced her to look into her eyes. "Have you been a naughty little girl, Becky Tate?" she demanded. "No ma’am! No ma’am!" Becky assured her breathlessly.

"Didn’t I hear you at swim practice this morning insisting very adamantly to the other girls that you do not *get* spankings?"

"I.I.I" explained Becky.

"Don’t you remember, Becky? Your swimsuit didn’t quite cover your little behind and the cheeks that peeked out were all red. The other girls asked you if your bottom was spanked and you told them you didn’t *get* spanked and it was just color that had rubbed off from a new pair of red panties? I remember that you spent quite some time condemning shoddy modern manufacturing methods"

"No! I mean, yes, but-. I mean-" Becky sputtered.

"Becky, I want you to show our guest in!" called Susan from the lounge. Eyes glazing in disbelief, Becky turned on the spot. Miss Moore drew back her right arm and took a mighty underarm swing. Her palm landed hard on Becky’s bare red bottom, catching the underside of her spanked flesh with the fingers. Becky yowled, jumping forward, unable to believe that a *teacher* had just smacked her naked backside. She ran for the lounge and skidded to a halt. If there was no refuge in the hall, she could see well that there was no sympathy for her in here either. Susan and her friends turned their faces in her direction. The faces broke into smiles as Miss Moore walked happily into the room. "Hello everyone!" beamed the teacher, throwing her purse down into a chair. "I’m so glad that I could make it!"

"Hello Sharon!" Susan greeted her. "It’s so nice to meet you in person! Everyone, this is Becky’s teacher, Sharon Moore". Susan introduced Miss Moore to all the other guests and Becky stood by in fear and humiliation, crouching to hide her body. She couldn’t accept that this was truly happening to her. "So Sharon" Susan continued. "I sent Becky to school this morning with a red spanked bottom for being such a naughty girl. Did she tell everyone that her big sister had paddled her behind for being so bad?"

"No, she did *not*" the teacher replied firmly. "She told the class that her bottom was red because the dye in her red panties had rubbed off. *Becky* told the others that she doesn’t *get* spankings! *Didn’t* you Becky?". The teacher folder her arms and turned her accusatory gaze on the pantsless girl before her. "No! Yes! I was misunderstood! I got spanked but there was dye too and-" she lied in terror. The teacher shook her finger at her. "You are a *very* naughty girl to tell lies, Becky Tate!" she scolded her. "Yes miss! I’m sorry miss! I didn’t.exactly." tried Becky.

Susan offered "would you like to take Becky across your knee and spank her bare bottom?"

"Yes!" affirmed the teacher. "That is *just* what I would like to do. Good and long and hard!". She was speaking to Becky, not to Susan, and was rolling up her right sleeve as she did so. Becky stood wide-eyed and whimpering in fear. "But you’re a *teacher*!" she insisted.

"Yes I am, and I’ll teach *you* a lesson or two over my knee, Becky Tate!" the woman replied, taking a seat. Susan added "Becky, I say she can spank you so she *can* spank you! Don’t you dare talk back like that". In a trice, Becky found herself upended over the teacher’s knee, lying there, naked from the waist down, her young cheeks presented for punishment. Punishment did not take long to arrive. Becky roared as the spanks rained down, hard and merciless, onto her unprotected skin. Sharon Moore was a determined spanker and more than capable of administering very adamant correction to her erring pupil. Poor Becky roared from humiliation as well as from pain - she had had her rear end spanked by many hands before, but a spanking from a teacher was a new low even for her. "That’s the way, Sharon!" insisted Anne encouragingly. "Becky needs it *hard*".

"She certainly does" agreed Gemma. "Who ever heard of a girl who lies as much as Becky does?". Paula added "I think that the only time she *isn’t* lying is when she is being spanked. She seems to split her time about evenly between the two". Poor Becky wept like a baby, the tears flowing down her fair cheeks and her body shaking with sobs.

Susan added "I knew that the brat would tell lies at school. I’m glad that I called to check"

"Oh, you should have *heard* her!" answered Sharon, slapping bottom with all of her might. "She had some very critical comments to make about the panty industry, I can tell you. But she was very clear that she had *not* been spanked. Spankings are for babies, and Becky Tate is thirteen years old!". Susan’s friends laughed at the very idea. Sharon continued "and you should have seen her try to keep that little red bottom covered. Her swimsuit was much too small and everyone could see her pink cheeks. I didn’t say anything at the time, but it certainly *looked* like a spanked bottom to *me*. I was quite pleased to see that she *had* been spanked, since I’ve certainly been thinking for a long time that Becky *needs* spanking". Sharon’s hand rose and fell, rose and fell, onto the hot flesh of Becky’s rear.

"Well you know where she lives and you aren’t far away" urged Susan. "If you think that Becky could use a spanking, just feel free to come on by and give her one!"

"Really? I really have been wanting to turn this young lady over my knee for quite some time"

Anne told her "since Susan took over running the house, *everyone* comes over and spanks Becky. We all just tan her tail whenever we want to". The other girls nodded vigorously.

"Oh that is *wonderful*!" the teacher enthused as she spanked away. "I had no idea! The way Becky talks, you wouldn’t think she knows what a spanking *is*!". Becky, who knew very well what a spanking was, flailed her bare legs wildly behind her.

"Well you just help yourself to her behind" Susan affirmed. "Spank her whenever and however you like. Don’t hesitate to pull down her panties if you want to. I don’t care. The more she is punished, the happier I am".

"I’ll be good! I’ll be good!" bawled Becky tearfully from over the knee, but no-one was paying her much attention.

Susan continued "come to think of it, there is no reason you have to come *here* to spank Becky’s bottom. If you want to bend her over at school, you go right ahead. Mom left me in charge so I can give permission".

"Well thank you Susan! I *will*! I am going to make sure that this schoolgirl gets all the corporal punishment that she needs. She has been getting a free ride at school but from now on, she won’t be able to be naughty without paying the price over my knee. Next time she comes to swim class with her bottom all red, she had just better not try to tell the other children that she doesn’t get spankings!"

"*I won’t tell lies anymore!* *Please don’t spank me!*" howled Becky, pounding the blue carpet with her fists as her bare bottom grew ever redder behind her.

Anne urged "not just when you catch her being naughty, Sharon. Becky needs spankings to stop her from being naughty in the first place. She doesn’t stay good for very long"

Susan added "think about this morning. Her bottom was still red from her morning spanking and she was *already* telling fibs at school. Becky needs spankings *all* the time". Sharon Moore nodded.

"I always suspected that Becky really needs a lot of spankings" she said. "I promise that I’ll bend her over again and again and make her beg for mercy over my knee. It will be a pleasure to punish and punish her". Becky bucked and squirmed over her teacher’s knee, her cries devolving to loud but incoherent sobs.

"Well you know what she *really* hates?" Susan asked.

"No - what does she really hate?" the teacher wanted to know.

"What she *really* hates is to get a spanking in front of other children".

"Is that right? It figures. Well, Becky, how would you like to get a really, really, really good spanking in English class tomorrow?"

"NOOO! NOOOOO!" was Becky’s opinion, her blue eyes wide with terror.

"And since you have been such a naughty little girl, telling *all* those lies, how would you like it if I took your panties down and gave it to you on your *bare* bottom, long and hard, right in front of the whole class?"

"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!" begged Becky, thrashing her limbs like a wild animal, just as her teacher’s palm flailed away hard at her naked red buttocks.

Anne laughed "oh my goodness, a bare bottom spanking in front of the entire class! She’s never going to live *that* one down!"

Paula added "let’s just see you try to lie your way out this time, Becky. How are you going to tell them you don’t get spankings when they see the student teacher give it to you good right on your bare bottom?"

"YOU CAN’T! YOU CAN’T! *YOU CAN’T*!" bellowed Becky in terror, her howl filling the entire house. But the student teacher did. And not for the last time.