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SSC: Rain Day 2
(*****, M/ff, Intense, playing house)
Youngsters play naughty games. (Approximately 478 words. Originally published 2000-08.)
Carin and Cora were in the living room staring out at the rain. From behind one could see that their skirts were pinned up and their panties were missing, exposing their naked bottoms. Even more embarrassing, both bottoms were bright pink.
"At least we're not bored," said Carin mournfully, wiggling her scarlet tush and wincing.
"How much longer do we stay here?"
"I guess until we decide we're ready for another spanking." Carin winced again. "That might be a while."
"I don't know. Staring at the rain isn't fun."
"You _want_ to get spanked again?" Carin asked, incredulous.
"Not today. Jack's using the hairbrush. That _really_ hurts."
"It's your own fault for telling him you stole a library book."
"I couldn't think of anything else."
Cora nodded. "Yeah, it's difficult coming up with something that's naughty but not _too_ naughty."
"We could tell him we were caught with chewing gum. Mrs. Whalen hates gum."
"Boring," said Cora. "I like _exciting_ things, things I wouldn't do in real life, like cheating or fighting or skipping school or shoplifting."
"But those would mean we'd _really_ get whacked!" cried Carin, shaking her head. "My butt's about had it."
"Fine. Then you think of something. Something dangerous, something we can't be quite sure what kind of a spanking it will be. It might be the hairbrush, but it might not."
Carin thought for a long while, then grinned. "I've got it!"
* * * * *
The girls knocked and Jack opened the door. His frown morphed into concern when he saw their serious faces.
"Daddy," said Cora, using their cousin's play name, "we've been naughty."
"Is that so?"
"What did you do?"
"That _is_ serious," said Jack. "I'd better bring the hairbrush."
The girls glanced at each other in apprehension. "It wasn't our fault," inserted Carin. "I mean, it was, but it was for a good cause."
"Mrs. Townsy from church called to see if you'd mailed in your pledge from the charity auction, and though we knew you hadn't--"
"Cuz we heard you telling Mom you had forgotten to do it--"
"We told her you had."
"We just didn't want you getting in trouble with God," said Carin, staring at her feet.
"So you were protecting me?" asked Jack.
The girls nodded.
"Well, that's nice of you, but still inappropriate. Lying, in any form, is bad. Downstairs, both of you. It's time to blister some bottoms."
"Please not too hard!" gasped Carin, horrified.
"Yeah, we know we deserve spankings, but it doesn't have to be with the hairbrush," added Cora.
"I think you'll find the two of you will get exactly what you deserve," said Jack grimly, smacking his palm with the hairbrush. The girls gulped and ran down the stairs.