Chapter 1
Posing in the middle of her parents' living room, Candy Beck was reveling in her
newly blossomed body. With her mother and father away on a cross country motor trip that
would last all summer, she had the entire house to herself, and for a girl of 18, it was
incredible freedom.
Candy was dressed in a nothing but a tiny, light-pink bikini. It was last year's
swimsuit, faded and worn, and it couldn't quite accommodate her new contours. The bottom
was nothing more than two cotton triangles that tied together at the sides, giving her the
appearance of being diaper-clad, and the top was a thin bandanna that knotted on in back.
As soon as her parents had left on their trip, Candy had washed the bikini three times in
hot water and then dried it for an hour on the highest temperature setting, shrinking it
so much that she appeared nude at first glance. She'd had to shave her pubic mound in
order to wear it. But she'd enjoyed shaving herself. The cream and the razor had made her
tingle.
In just a few minutes, she'd be going out into the backyard to sunbathe and make an
exhibit of herself for the couple next door.
Lying on the floor was a magazine filled with photos of young ladies with very
little, if any, clothing on. Candy had found a small cache of these magazines the previous
spring when she'd been helping her mother clean out the attic. She'd left most of the
magazines where they were, but she'd slipped this particular one under her shirt and taken
it to her room. In many of the photos, the girls were bent forward as if they were about
to be spanked. Not knowing why, Candy found these photos oddly exciting.
All through the spring season, alone in her room at night, Candy would strip to the
nude and pose herself like the magazine girls, thrusting her buttocks out and pretending
to be gasping in surprise. This ritual would get her so very excited that she would rush
to bed, her hand going to her pubis, masturbating herself even as she crawled beneath the
covers.
With her parents being away, Candy had expanded this ritual, twisting herself into
erotic positions in every room of the house.
Flipping through the pages of the magazine, she chose a photo to imitate, one of
her favorites. Then she got down into a kneeling position, and, after brushing her long,
dirty-blonde hair to the side, she pulled her bikini bottom down several inches. As she
partially bared her buttocks, she opened her mouth, gasping as if she was about to receive
a spanking. For over a minute, she held the pose, staring at herself in a full length
mirror.
"You are so hot, Candy girl," she said as she giggled at her reflection. "And now
it's time for you to go outside for some sunbathing."
When she stood up, Candy ran her hands over herself. Seemingly overnight, her
girlish figure had begun to take on curves, and she was fascinated with her new look. Her
buttocks had become rounded as had her breasts, and her slim legs appeared longer to her.
She'd let her hair grow well past her shoulders and wore it in a wanton sort of disarray.
"Show time," she said to her reflection, "and I can hardly wait."
Looking out of a second story window, Stella Hall was watching the Becks' backyard,
waiting for Candy to come outside. Her husband joined her, asking if their neighbor girl
was out there.
"Not yet, Ethan," Stella said without turning from the window, "but we should see
her at any minute now. The little tramp comes out every day around this time unless she
walks down to the park to make a public display of herself."
"So is today the day?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," she said. "When she gets out there, just go to the car and let her do
her usual flirting with you as you leave. I'll take care of things from there on. By the
time you return, I can almost guarantee that I'll be giving that girl a good spanking
punishment. I've got the goods on her."
Stella had been biding her time. She knew the Becks well, and Candy's mother had
asked her to keep an eye out while they were gone. She'd talked with Stella about it right
in front of Candy.
"I'll just feel better if I know an adult is watching over things, Stella," she'd
said. "Candy's old enough to take care of herself, but I'll worry."
"Don't worry for a second," Stella said and smiled at Candy. "I won't let anything
happen to this little scamp."
Mrs. Beck seemed relieved at this, and she turned and told Candy to behave while
they were gone.
"No parties or late dates, young lady," she said to her daughter.
"I understand, Mom," Candy told her.
"Make sure you do," Mrs. Beck said. "You know you won't get the car your father and
I promised you if you run wild all summer."
At that moment, Stella had seen the hold she had on her teenage neighbor, and she
began making plans to use that hold. The Halls had made a lifetime avocation of spanking
girlish buttocks, and Candy's bottom held a great appeal for them. In their sixties, they
were retired from the work world, but they remained active in their pursuit of spankable
girls.
With a white bath towel in hand, Candy paused at the back door, fluffing her hair.
She always felt a warmth in her pubis just before going outside in her bikini. She loved
knowing that the Halls could look at her while she was almost naked.
Once she was out in the backyard, the girl spread her towel on the ground, but she
didn't lie down. She liked to walk around a bit first, sometimes doing a few light
exercises, making herself look inviting. She knew that Mr. and Mrs. Hall watched when she
sunbathed. She would see hunger in their eyes, and this excited her. The girl didn't
understand why Mrs. Hall seemed to like the sight of her in a bikini, and she didn't worry
about it. She simply enjoyed the thrill it gave her.
The sound of the Halls' back door opening made Candy's skin prickle. Someone was
coming out for a better look at her, and when she saw that it was Mr. Hall, she turned her
steps in his direction.
The gray-haired man smiled as he came forward.
"Enjoying the fresh air and sunshine, Candy?" he said when they were close.
"Well, just hanging out really," she answered as she twirled a finger through a few
strands of her hair. "Not much to do on these long afternoons."
Ethan's eyes roamed over her young body, and he felt a stirring in his groin. The
girl was so nubile, so firm and well-shaped, and her swimsuit left her so very bare.
The two spoke for a few minutes, and as they did, Candy became increasingly
flirtatious. Being viewed had that effect on her. She giggled, giving her full lips an
occasional lick, and as she pushed her cloth-bound pubis just slightly forward, she placed
one naked foot behind the other and curled her toes under.
With a smile of glee, Stella watched from the window, knowing that her neighbor
girl was only digging herself in deeper. Candy's mother certainly wouldn't approve of her
daughter running around half-naked and acting like a streetwalker.
But Stella had still more ammunition. On several occasions, she'd seen Candy at the
mall and at the frozen custard place on the corner, and each time she'd seen her, the girl
had been flirting with strangers. On a few occasions, she'd observed Candy accepting rides
from older men. And, just a few nights ago, she was certain that she'd seen one of these
men dropping Candy off in front of the Becks' house.
Stella knew for sure that Candy wouldn't want her mother to know what she'd been up
to. The girl would probably far prefer a spanking.
After Ethan had gotten into his car and left, Candy stretched out on her towel,
lying facedown, posing pretty in the sun. She didn't hear Stella coming out into the yard,
and when the woman spoke, it startled her.
"Come over here, Candy," Stella was saying. "I want to speak with you."
There was something in the woman's tone that made Candy quick to jump up and hurry
over to the border of the two yards. Mrs. Hall was frowning and had her hands on her hips.
Candy could feel the woman's intense stare, and she suddenly felt quite vulnerable and
wished she had more on.
"You know that I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on what goes on over at your
house," Stella said to her. "Your mother will be calling in the next day or two, and,
frankly, I'm not sure what I'll tell her."
The woman starting painting a rather lurid picture of what she'd seen Candy doing
lately, and at first the girl was confused by this, but she began to see that her mother
probably wouldn't care for some the things that Mrs. Hall was speaking of.
"Oh, yes, I've seen you up prancing around in your little cut-offs and halter tops
up at the frozen custard place and over at the mall," Stella was saying, "and I've seen
you getting into cars with men. One of those men dropped you off just a few nights ago."
"It was just a movie date, Mrs. Hall," Candy stammered, "and I was home before
midnight."
Stella snorted at this. "A likely story," she said in a low and threatening tone,
"and I doubt your parents know you're running around in a bathing suit that small. Look at
you. You're just about naked."
Candy had no idea what Mrs. Hall was trying to tell her, but she had a sinking
feeling that she might be losing some of her freedom and maybe even the car her parents
were going to buy her in the fall. She was shifting her weight nervously from one bare
foot to the other.
"I'll be more careful, Mrs. Hall," Candy said to the tall, graying woman. "Don't
tell my parents anything."
"Oh, I doubt I'd do that," Stella said. She knew that Candy was almost in her
grasp. "But I need some assurance that you'll mend your ways."
"I promise," was all Candy could think of to say.
"That's not quite good enough, but perhaps if you'd agree to accepting some sort of
punishment, I'd know you were sincere."
The very word punishment turned Candy's insides to jelly.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Mrs. Hall," she said slowly, feeling weak.
Stella chose her words carefully. This was the moment she'd been waiting for.
"Well," she said in a level tone, "there was a time when a girl would get a
spanking if she decided to go around acting like a hussy. Maybe that's just what you need,
young lady."
A jolt of fright and an odd tingling rippled over the bikini-clad girl. "I guess if
I got spanked, you wouldn't need to tell my mother anything," she said, hesitating as she
spoke.
Stella gave her an icy smile. "That's right, dear," she said. "I'd know you were on
the path of a more disciplined lifestyle."
Candy just nodded her assent.
"Come along with me, my girl," Stella said to her. "We'll get you taken care of."
Stella led the way into her house.
Candy had been inside the Halls' house many times over the years, but knowing that
she was there to take a spanking made the house seem so very different. The linoleum of
the kitchen appeared especially shiny, and the furniture looked more old fashioned than it
had before. She felt out of place being there in just a few scraps of faded cloth.
Once they were in the living room, Stella sat down in an overstuffed chair. The
chair had a large, brown hassock before it.
"This will be quite simple, Candy," she said. "All you have to do is lie across
this hassock. I'll take care of the rest."
After a moment of hesitation, Candy walked toward the hassock, stepping gingerly
over the Oriental carpet. The room seemed very quiet to her.
The girl spread herself out over the plush hassock with her arms dangling over one
end, her legs over the other. The fabric tickled her skin.
Putting one hand on the small of Candy's back, Stella held the girl down, and, with
her free hand, she began undoing the one knot that held the bikini top on
"Why are you doing that?" Candy asked her.
"Well, I believe a spanking should carry a certain amount of shame with it," the
woman answered. "For this reason, I'm going to take your top from you."
"But that will leave my titties bare."
Stella laughed. "Exactly, my dear."
Candy felt a hot flush go over her once Mrs. Hall had taken the top away. Her firm,
rounded breasts stood out taut, but they jiggled when she fidgeted at the hassock.
And when Mrs. Hall began untying the knots that held the bikini bottoms on at the
sides, Candy began a true struggling. The woman was going to strip her down to nothing!
"No, Mrs. Hall, not everything," she whined. "Please don't make me go nude."
Stella just chuckled. "I can't give you a proper spanking while your bottom's all
covered up now, can I?" she asked.
"But it's not covered very much," Candy protested. "Don't make me go in my bare
pussy."
But Stella was done with undoing the knots, and she was taking Candy's last piece
of covering from her. She pulled slowly, teasing the girl's pubis.
As she set the bikini bottom aside, Stella peered closely and saw that Candy's
pubic mound had been shaved clean.
"Goodness," she said as she laughed at the blushing girl, "your pussy's so nice and
smooth. But I suppose it would have to be. Your swimsuit doesn't cover much of it, does
it?"
A sweet of sort of fear permeated Candy's flesh as she fully realized her
predicament. She remembered the magazine girls, and that somehow made her grow very warm
between her legs. After all, she was nude and waiting for a spanking.
But she'd been warm between the legs quite a bit lately, especially since her
parents had left. She knew that she sunned herself in the park because of the attention it
brought. And she knew that she went to the mall and the frozen custard place in nothing
but cut-offs and her smallest tops for more of that same attention. Ever since her body
had bloomed, older men and women had been approaching her, and she'd found that she loved
it. She liked the way older people took charge of the conversation when they spoke with
her, and she'd even started accepting rides from some of them.
Still, as much as she might be tingling inside now, her apprehension was getting
the better of her, and she began to wonder if she could endure a spanking punishment after
all. And then she saw that she had no choice. She was totally nude, and she'd allowed Mrs.
Hall to maneuver her into a very helpless position. What else could she do but accept what
came her way?
Candy heard the drawer of a table next to the chair open and close. She glanced
over her shoulder and saw that Mrs. Hall was holding a wooden ruler.
"You're not going to use that on me, are you?," Candy whined, a note of panic in
her voice.
Stella smirked at the bare girl. "Yes, dear, I am," she said. "I'm going to use it
to give your sassy little rump an indoor tan."
Now that the moment had arrived, Candy wished desperately that she hadn't gotten
herself into this position. But she knew that it was much too late to change her mind, and
she braced herself.
Stella was savoring the girlish buttocks that were now hers to chastise as she
pleased. She tapped the ruler lightly at the rounded globes as if testing them, admiring
the youthful flesh. And then the moment she'd been waiting for was at hand. She swung the
ruler up into the air and then brought it down on the bare bottom before her.
"That stings," Candy yelped as soon as she was struck.
"That' the idea," Stella laughed. "A spanking won't do you much good if it doesn't
furnish you with at least some pain."
And then she began whacking at the buttocks with a steady rhythm, using enough
force to raise light-red stripes on the tender flesh.
After three or four smacks of the ruler, Candy began to twist about at the hassock.
Her feet began kicking as her hair fell over her eyes.
Stella was doing what she loved best, spanking young, female buttocks, and she was
doing it with the expertise that practice brings. She'd beaten many a bare girl in her
long years.
"Please, Mrs. Hall, I've had enough, haven't I?" Candy gasped out after perhaps
twenty good licks. "My bottom's burning up."
Stella didn't answer. Instead, she smacked the flesh a few more times, enough to
make Candy squeal. Only then did she take pity on her victim.
At this, Candy breathed a deep sigh of relief.
But after Stella set the ruler aside, she began stroking the girl. Her fingers
trickled up and down Candy's torso and brushed lightly over one of her breasts.
Candy tried to wriggle away from the caress. Mrs. Hall was feeling her, and there
was nothing she could do about it!
"Is my spanking over?" the girl asked.
"No, I'm not quite done with you, dear," Stella told her. "You still have a ways
go."
Candy started to protest, but then she became quickly silent when she heard the
back door opening.
"My husband seems to have returned," Stella said. "I'm sure he's going to love
seeing what you look like naked, Candy."
"No, don't let Mr. Hall see me like this," Candy blurted out in a whisper. "Please
let me up so I can get my swimsuit back on."
Candy was trembling, and Stella knew that she'd brought the girl to a point where
she could truly do as she pleased with her. She stroked Candy's punished buttocks a few
times and then let her hand go between the girl's thighs to grip the nude pubis, cupping
the little mound gently to stimulate it.
Candy felt a most unusual arousal surging through her inner loins, an arousal like
she'd never experienced, and it caused her sex liquids to begin flowing. Her pubis felt
itchy, and she rubbed it into the hassock, seeking relief.
And then an unexpected thought came to her. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Mr. Hall
saw her while she was naked. She liked the way he was always eyeing her body. Maybe it
would be fun to be nude in front of him.
She didn't have to wait long to find out. A few moments later, Ethan Hall was
walking into the room.
"Well, what's going on here?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Candy decided that she needed a good spanking," Stella said as she continued to
fondle the pubis.
"How refreshing," Ethan said. "If more young girls would take the discipline they
need, the world would be a far better place."
He sat down in a chair where he could look into Candy's eyes.
"Do you feel better now that you've done something positive, Candy?" he asked.
"I guess so," Candy stammered.
As Stella continued to fondle her pubic mound, Candy's excitement grew, and having
Ethan stare at her while she was so very naked and getting felt up was making her juices
flow forth. It was even better than being gawked at when she was sunbathing in the park!
"This girl's spanking isn't quite done with," Stella was saying as she removed her
hand from Candy's damp crevice. "She still has a few more licks to go."
And then Stella began a furious smacking of the nude buttocks, using enough force
to cause Candy to worm about under the punishment.
"Ouch," the girl yelped out. "That's awful, Mrs. Hall."
But there was a moaning sound within her voice. The pain of the spanking was
blending with the sweet sensations inside her pubis, and she began humping her buttocks up
and down, moving to an invisible lover. She bit her lower lip when she realized that she
was about to orgasm!
The Halls had seen this happen to many a girl in the past, and they nodded at each
other as Candy neared the moment. They'd found a new spanking girl.
Candy tried to disguise what was happening to her, but when her orgasm began
hammering through her loins, her moans turned to guttural sounds.
"Ahhh," came from her mouth.
"Oh, a spanking couldn't possible hurt all that much," Mr. Hall said.
As one blast of pleasure after another overwhelmed her, Candy managed to look up at
him again. She couldn't speak. All she could do was hope that the Halls didn't know what
was really happening to her.
Candy barely remembered her punishment coming to an end. The next thing she knew,
she was back into her bikini and standing in front of Stella Hall. Then she realized that
the woman was speaking to her.
"You should be proud of yourself, Candy," the woman was saying. "You accepted a
richly needed spanking, and I'm sure you're the better off for it."
Still giddy from what she'd undergone, Candy could nod her head.
Stella went on to tell her that her behavior wasn't really all that bad. She told
Candy she didn't have to worry about sunbathing and wearing skimpy clothes.
"I'll just have to keep an eye on you, dear," she said to the girl. "And if you
have any worries, I'll be here to give you any discipline you might need."
Candy looked down at her hand to see that she was holding a $20 bill. "What's
this?" she asked.
"I believe that a girl who accepts discipline when she needs it deserves to be
appreciated," Stella told her.
Candy shook her head. "You mean you're paying to spank me?" she asked.
Stella chuckled. "Don't think of it like that," she said. "That's your reward for
taking your discipline like a good girl."
Looking down at the bill in her hand, Candy experienced a thrill she couldn't quite
understand.
"Run along now, Candy," Stella said to her.
"Well, we were right about that one," Ethan said after Candy had departed, "and I
can hardly wait to have her as the guest of honor, shall we say, the next time our group
wants to get together for a spanking party."
Stella agreed wholeheartedly.
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