Red faces, red bottoms

Trudy was slow to begin with but soon got into it and John was soon whimpering and pleading for a break. His wife was surprised to be getting aroused watching Trudy spank her husband. She wondered if there were other games to play??

The bet had been their idea. A joke. A Tauny. Or so they claimed. “If little Miss Kaylee wins the singing contest, we’ll show up to her victory party in schoolgirl outfits, take our spankings, and sit on our naughty stools for as long as she wants.”

It was meant to mock her. Sixteen, still in an actual school uniform half the time, and now competing against grown vocalists like she belonged there. They’d laughed. They’d sneered. And when people pushed back, they doubled down. Posted the bet online. Called it confidence. Dared the world to take them seriously.

It got clicks. It got laughs. And then — somehow — it got honored.

Now Lily and Harper sat front and center in Kaylee’s afterparty suite. Plaid skirts flipped up. Panties bunched at their ankles. Bare, freshly spanked bottoms pressed firmly to matching wooden stools. Backs straight. Hands on knees. Silent.