Cornered

Passing her friend in the hallway between classes, Maddy blurted “Chill at my house after?”

“Meet you at your locker,” replied Kara. No further conversation was possible in the rush of students.

They met after last period and strolled to Maddy’s house, both girls nursing a certain excitement at their interpretation of “Chill.”

Maddy burst through the unlocked front door with her friend Kara close behind. “Mom I’m home!” she yelled, and a muffled answer from far away apparently acknowledged.

Kara stopped suddenly. “Um, Mad?” she asked, gesturing with a tilted head. In the corner of the living room stood a girl, facing the walls, naked, arms folded behind her back, displaying a bottom marked in colors and patterns indicative of a painful ordeal.

“That’s my sister Holly,” Maddy said.

Kara took a few steps closer. “She got spanked?”

“Yeah. By my mom, looks like.”

“How can you tell?” Kara asked, mesmerized by the statue-still girl in the corner.

“Those are spoon marks,” Maddy said, coming closer and pointing. “Wooden kitchen spoon. Only my mom uses that. Here, come and see.”

Kara drew close and bent down. “Those look awful,” she said.

“You can touch her,” Maddy offered, “Or smack her ass, if you want. She’s not allowed to move.”

A close observer might have seen Kara’s nipples respond to the invitation.

“Really?”

“Sure.”

Kara knelt for a closer look; after a minute’s inspection, she put a hand on Holly’s bottom. A hiss of indrawn breath was Holly’s only reaction.

“It’s actually hot,” said Kara, glancing up at Maddy. She gave the tender bun a firm squeeze, provoking another gasp from above. “I can spank her, you said?”

“Sure,” Maddy replied. “Corner time is fair game.”

Kara got to her feet, took a half step back, and swung. Smack!

“Owww!” Holly yelled at the fresh stab of pain.

“Huh. Pretty cool,” Kara observed. “How long does she have to stand there?”

“Depends what Mom told her. Probably half an hour, unless whatever got her in trouble is really bad. Then she’ll have to wait until Dad gets home. His spankings make Mom’s feel like a kiss. Hey, if my dad spanks her, we can watch if you want.”

“Really?”

“Holly will hate it, but my dad won’t mind.”

Kara took one last appraising look, then reached for Maddy’s hand. “C’mon,” she whispered. “Let’s go to your room and make out. My pussy’s already creamy.”

The schoolgirls raced up the stairs.

In her corner, quietly, Holly began to sob.

— Frenulum