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Little Spy Exposed [M/fFf]
(c) 2007 by Grace Brackenridge
[498 words]
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This story is inspired by the plaid skirts depicted in
17.jpg for SSC07. The author strongly opposes the
spanking of real children in real life.
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Steffie hummed as she slid hangers down the bar.
"Which skirt does Nigel like best?" the 15-year-old asked herself.
Shortly, Nigel would spank her.
Julienne, her mother, had already called him at work.
Nigel had decided.
Still to be decided was which plaid skirt.
Red? Blue? Green?
She put the Spanking Chair at mid-room, situating 'Mister Fanny-Whacker' on the chair seat.
Atop that 18-inch paddle, Steffie placed a chocolate mint, like Anne Boleyn tipping her executioner for a swift, sure sword.
"Perfect!"
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"No quarreling. Understood?"
Head bowed, Steffie nodded.
Nigel's formality contrasted favorably with Julienne's rages -- more like temper tantrums than spankings -- back when they lived alone.
"Then assume the position."
After four years, those words still chilled Steffie, sending goose-bumps up the insides of her legs.
Palms on the floor...
Red plaid skirt up in back...
Panties down...
Steffie closed her eyes, taking Nigel's strokes in stoic silence until the pain became unbearable.
Steffie used to resent Julienne's spankings for days, feeling abused.
Nigel always spanked calmly and then comforted Steffie. She felt loved and forgiven.
Afterwards, Nigel never mentioned the spanking; Steffie felt no resentment whatsoever.
This spanking was no different.
"Thank you, Nigel," she sniffled from her bed.
"Thanks for the mint." He closed the door.
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Steffie awoke with a start.
Nigel and Julienne had gone to the movies. Before they left, her mother gave Steffie the usual post-spanking pill to help Steffie "sleep soundly."
Steffie had spit it out.
"The closet locked?" she heard Nigel ask Julienne before they left.
"Think so."
Steffie's clock now said 11:20.
She must hurry!
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Steffie hummed as she slid hangers down the bar.
"Which skirt does Nigel like best?" she wondered.
She had found the special closet unlocked.
Nothing but plaid skirts inside. Her mother's size, each a larger version of what hung in Steffie's closet.
Down below, she heard the door -- and voices.
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"Never fight with Steffie like she's your little sister," Nigel scolded.
"Yes, Sir."
"You act like a child and I shall punish you as one. Assume the position.
On her belly in the closet, Steffie could see out around the partially closed door.
Luckily, Julienne didn't see her daughter balled in the far closet corner when Nigel sent her for the red plaid skirt.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
'So that's why!' thought Steffie.
Her mother had changed dramatically after Nigel...
Julienne stopped spanking...
Julienne didn't yell as much...
When Nigel was home, Julienne never quarreled with Steffie...
The spanking complete, Julienne sobbed on the bed.
Steffie couldn't help giggling.
"So!" said Nigel, opening the closet door wide. "Spying, I see. Well, at least everything's out in the open now. Go put on your red plaid skirt, my little spy."
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Steffie collapsed on the bed next to Julienne, sobbing, her red plaid skirt twisted up and her twice-spanked bottom exposed.
Julienne, still sniffling from her own, held her daughter close...
Big sister...
Little sister...
As if daddy spanked them and put them down together.
