From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (Daria Little) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Party Time M/FFF Date: 18 Jun 1996 21:52:42 GMT This story, involves spanking and teenage girls, if that is not of interest to you or you are under eighteen, please don’t read. This is fictional. This story started out as a small addition to the “Uncle” series, it then took on a life of its’ own and became far too lengthy, and much too long to the action, but no apologies that’s just the way I write sometimes. This is the kind of story I’m most comfortable writing, from my point of view and with I hope, a touch of humor. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- PARTY TIME or GIRLS JUST WANT HAVE FUN -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- Did you have a nice Memorial day weekend? I hope so, I know I was having a lot of fun. At least up until the time of our spankings that is. Unc. had gone out of town, and I had permission to have a few friends over for a pool party at his house. No big deal, Christy and my cousin Cindy who was visiting from California. ( you might remember her from the stories “Memories”, when we got spanked together by her Dad on our eleventh birthdays) Since Cindy was visiting for only a few days, we decided to make it a girls only party and not have the guys over. This had very much met with Unc’s approval, he always is more suspicious when guys are involved. When he left early on Saturday morning, he wished us well and told us to have a good time but be careful, “Don’t want to have any spankings when I return,” he kidded. At the time we all giggled and playfully rubbed our bottoms joking and said “No sir, we don’t either”. At the time I don’t think any of us thought there was even a possibility that such a thing would happen that weekend. Maybe I should have Known that getting Christy and Cindy together was not a good idea, they are both a bit wild and neither are particularly worried about possible punishments when there is some fun to be had. As I reflect on Cindy from childhood I remembered that she was always the bravest kid when it came time for spankings, she even got me involved in spanking games with an older boy at one point. And Christy, she got me spanked by my Uncle on more than one occasion just out of brashness on her part. Hardly the pair one should be involved with if they want to stay out of trouble. Unhappily this didn’t dawn on me until it was too late. Christy moved to the house for the weekend and we were all together, just three fun loving but innocent, never get in trouble kinds of girls. (as if) Saturday morning went by with no problem, we sat by the pool, floated on the rafts and had a relaxing time, I was a bit concerned when Christy and Cindy decided to go topless then got the idea that a total tan was the only way to go. I wasn’t too worried about being seen there is a good fence around the yard and with the exception of one ten year old boy the neighbors aren’t too nosy. Sill I resisted the bottomless part but after two beers ( Thats right, big deal we had a few beers) I found my self topless and feeling quite the daring soul. That evening we got going pretty good, still stoked from all the sun and liquor, yep we moved up from beer and helped our selves to the cabinet, confident that by taking a bit of this and a bit of that and mixing it together it would never be noticed. Having raided the cabinet to our hearts content, we decided to be cool and have some wine, the bottles looked old and we figured that must mean they weren’t much good if they hadn’t been drank yet, so surely he’d never miss them. By now it was late, we were tanked beyond our abilities to handle the booze and turned on the TV, what was on? but an old flick about a chorus line, well gentle reader this looked like fun to your three favorite starlets and we decided to form our own chorus line, we turned on the stereo super loud to something that had no relationship to chorus lines ( which didn’t matter a damn to us at the drunken time) and started kicking and trying our pathetic best to be dancers. We were laughing as we fell down got back up and then fell down again and then, with one kick from the troublesome trio, two things happened, both bad. A lamp was met with a solid right foot from Cindy and fell to its’ doom and the front door opened and Unc. walked in two days early. ----- ------ ----- We slumped to the floor laughing and giggling as only three totally wasted fools could, Unc. didn’t say a word, he walked slowly around the house looking at the mess we had made and then at us and then walked and looked some more. He finally walked over to where we were on the floor and stared at us. It was at this point that Christy made a strategic mistake. She looked at him and asked in a clear voice, so do ya want to join our chorus line? And with that we all dissolved into hopeless laughter sprawling on the floor. But Unc. wasn’t laughing. “All right you three I think you’ve had enough off to bed with all of you, we can discuss this in the morning” he said, and suddenly we were tired, we got up exhausted from the drinking, being in the sun all day, the dancing and off to bed we went, we collapsed and all went to sleep. ----- ------ ------ “My God, my head hurts,” I thought as I tried to open my eyes. It was morning and I was concerned if my head was still attached to my body It must be I figured, it couldn’t hurt so much otherwise. I rolled over and my eyes opened Cindy was beside me on the bed, she was laying face down and still had her bikini top on and that was all. As I watched her I saw Christy attempt to rise from the floor where she had collapsed the night before, she stumbled into the wall and then the bed before her upright position was assured. She didn’t have any clothing on at all and I wondered to myself if this was the way we got to the room last night or they had undressed after. Propping myself on one elbow and pulling my head to the fantastic height of almost a foot off the bed I noticed to my horror that I too was bottomless, had I been this way when? OH NO, my uncle had come home last night I remembered with a flash of impending doom that caused me to drop back to the security of my pillow. Through my bleary half opened eyes I saw Christy open the bedroom door and begin to walk down the hallway to the rest room, five seconds after she opened the door and left she rushed back into the room with an “OH NO, OH NO” she closed the door, no sooner had she done this than the door opened again and my Uncles face appeared. “Good morning ladies, if you would be so kind I would like to speak to you in the living room” he said in a pleasant tone. “NOW” he fairly roared the last word as he turned and left. Startled out of our hangovers, we scampered to get halfway dressed and with looks of concern at each other we left the bedroom and made for the living room. I was leading and as I turned the corner, I was horrified at the mess, we slowly had to pick our way through the beer bottles (I didn’t remember so many last night) on the floor, step over the murdered lamp and go past the remains of his now depleted wine collection. Unc. was standing in the kitchen with his arms folded looking at us as if he were displeased about something, can you figure that? Then a surprise, “Girls I’m going to take you all out for breakfast since this place is too much of a mess to cook in right now” He said in an even measured tone. “Lets go” Christy was the first one to sense the problem and said “Uh, sir thanks for the offer anyway, but I think I should be getting home” Unc. looked at her and smiled and confirmed my suspicions by saying, “ I don’t think so Christy, I’ve already talked to your mother this morning and you’ll be staying here with us for the rest of the day” We all trudged to the car and got in. Not a word was spoken, all the way to the restaurant. We ordered and when the food came we dug in, I couldn’t believe how good it tasted. The hangover was retreating and if it hadn’t been for a dizzy wave every now and then I’d have almost felt normal. As we were finishing up Unc. started talking in a low voice, we had to lean forward to hear what he was saying. “ I think you young ladies would like to help clean my house this morning wouldn’t you?” he asked pleasantly. We nodded eagerly, that did seem a most reasonable request under the circumstances. He went on “And I’m sure we can all agree that what happened last night was not what is expected of young ladies left on their own, Is that right girls?” I got a sinking feeling at this question, I figured where this was headed, but we all nodded like little doggies in the back window of a cheap car still eager to please. “ Fine then I’m sure you ladies will also agree that such behavior deserves to be punished” with that he threw some money on the table for the bill got up and turned for the door. We followed with the enthusiasm of mine ponies going down the shaft for a twelve hour shift. In the car we headed away from the house, puzzled I looked over at Unc. and was greeted by a slight smile but no answer to my silent question. We drove a few miles and pulled into a shopping mall, I looked back at the other two who were exchanging blank looks. My puzzlement started to clear when we pulled up in front of a sporting goods store. “Girls here is five dollars for each of you” He said handing us each some money. “I want you to go in there and each of you are to buy one ping pong paddle, nothing else. You are to buy your own paddle and then come back out to the car and be damn quick about it.” We went into the store and looked up one aisle and down another. “Where are they?” hissed Cindy “How the hell would I know?” I replied. “Oh shit” we turned and looked at Christy who had just lowered the level of commentary with her utterance. “Hi Bobby” She was now saying to a clerk coming up the aisle and looking at her. “Hello Christy and ladies, how may I help you?” Said the too cute to believe guy with the assistant manager badge. Christy introduced him as a former high school classmate and past boyfriend. “What are you looking for?” Bobby asked again looking at me with his deep blue eyes. I wanted to say you, but instead mumbled something and looked away as my face flushed red. Bobby looked at Christy and then Cindy and got the same reactions from them. I’m sure that to this day he thinks us the strangest group of girls he has ever come in contact with. ( Little does he know) Finally summing up my nerve and seeing Unc get out of his car and look around and start for the door I blurted out. “ Paddles, I mean ping pong paddles, where do you keep them?” Bobby nodded his head towards a rack only a few feet away and walked over with us. “And will you want any ping pong balls with the paddle? you girls play ping pong much?” I wanted to die from embarrassment. “No just the paddles today,” I said as we each grabbed one and leaving Bobby in our dust we made for the counter to pay for very things that we knew were going to cause us much trouble later in the day. “Hold it right there” We stopped dead in our tracks at the sound of my uncle’s voice. He was right in front of us in the middle of the store, “Let me see what you’ve got there” As we handed him the paddles for inspection Bobby finally caught up with us and to our horror just stood there. “Put this one back, too much padding” Unc. said handing my paddle back to me. “Actually sir” Bobby piped up “that is one of the best paddles on the market all of the professionals swear by it, puts great spin on the ball. ” Unc. looked at him and in a few words destroyed what ever little dignity we might have had. “Son, these paddles will get a lot of action and never see a ping pong ball.” Bobby looked puzzled and then slowly his face went through several changes of expression and he said “Oh” and disappeared. “Daria get another paddle” and I was off to make the exchange. Other than a small smile from a mean looking lady clerk we got back into the car with out any further embarrassments. We were all making silent promises to our selves to never go there again as we placed the paddles in the trunk of the car. “One more stop and then home” Unc. cheerfully announced. We pulled up in front of a children’s clothing store, since it was the only one around we assumed Unc. had made a mistake and waited for him to back out and turn the car around. But no, he was getting out of the car! He looked back at Christy and said “I have to thank your mom for this suggestion and for which store to go to, lets go girls.” We entered the store looking like three little ducklings following along behind the big duck, afraid of getting left behind. He stopped in the middle of the store looked around and then saw what he was looking for and off he went with us scampering behind him totally bewildered. He stopped in front of one of the clerks and said “I called in for the three outfits a few hours ago, are they ready?’ “Yes sir”, she responded “but if these are the young ladies, then the sizes are all wrong, much too small you know” Unc. looked at her and smiled, “I’m sure they’ll be fine, how much do I owe you?” With the payment accomplished we were each given a rather large box to carry and instructed not to peek. We trundled back to the car and the trip home wondering all the way. In the living room at Unc’s instructions we sat on the couch with our boxes on laps and listened as he spoke. “Girls, I figure any young ladies that act the way you did last night are not grown ladies in any real sense of the meaning of the word, but indeed children.” He looked at us to see if we had any comments, we did not. Going on he said,” Since we are in agreement that you are children it only makes sense to punish you like children do you agree?” I didn’t remember conceding we were children, and I sure didn’t agree but right then it seemed senseless to debate the point so we cautiously nodded our heads in reluctant agreement. “Excellent, just excellent” he said dryly, “Now if you would be so kind my young friends.” His voice purely dripped with sarcasm. “Please go to your room” He said looking at me. “And change into the nice outfits in the boxes, and return to the living room NOW Move.” We moved, as soon as we were in my bedroom, we opened the boxes and pulled out the “Outfits” with long groans of dismay. Fifteen minutes later and after several increasingly annoyed reminders from Unc. we sheepishly made our appearance, and what a sight we were. We were each in pajamas that were far too small for us, they had little pink bunnies all over them, they were an off white with and as I said little bunnies, bunnies jumping, bunnies hopping bunnies just looking (and I think laughing at us) and even bunnies sleeping. Damn bunnies everywhere, just what my fading hangover needed. My arms stretched past the length of the sleeves, the sleeve ended two inches or more above my wrist. The bottoms of the leggings were three inches above my ankle and the seat was so tight it ran up the crack of my fanny displaying my bottom cheeks as neighbors and no longer a matched set. To further add to the humiliation the things had trap doors in the back. The trap doors were held up by a strip of Velcro at the top. We had pink ribbons in our hair and pink matching fuzzy slippers. We didn’t know if we should laugh or cry at the sight, then that decision was made for us. “Don’t you little girls look nice” Unc declared obviously pleased with the sight he had created. “Now my misbehaving children we shall see how little girls are punished” And with that he took me by the arm and led me to a chair he had placed in the middle of the room. With the others watching he pulled me across his lap, and pulled down my trap door exposing my bare bottom. He then proceeded to start spanking me. The first few spanks didn’t sting all that much but by number five a burn was starting to build. I dug in to prepare for a long hard spanking but was surprised that he said “Thats ten” and I was let up and told to join the others, but not to put the trap door back up. “ I’ll lower and raise the flaps when if see fit” he announced. With that he motioned Christy over and across his lap she went. I watched as he pulled the Velcro tab the was on her pajama bottoms and then pulled down the flap. “WHAT’S this he fairly roared” I looked over to see what the upset was about. Christy had panties on under her bunny pajama bottoms. Bad move. “Were there panties in the things I bought you?” he demanded. “Uh no sir” responded Christy weakly. He then proceeded to give her ten very quick, very hard swats on the bottoms of her panties and then said. “Now child, go get those panties off and get back out here for your spanking.” With that she was let up to scamper away to the bedroom. Without being told Cindy walked over to Unc. and placed herself across his knee. He pulled down the flap and laid it back across the tops of Cindy’s legs. He placed his left hand on her side and began the spanking, her bottom was getting red with the sixth or so swat, but as with me it was soon over and she was let up. We stood there waiting for Christy, no one saying a word. She arrived a few minutes later out of breath from the quick change. She went to Unc’s. side and went across his knee, her flap was still open and this time he was greeted by a bare bottom ripe for spanking. Her fanny was still red from the first ten swats she had gotten on her panties. He placed his hand on her bare bottom, patted it a few times and then let go with a zinger, POP, she squealed, and then two more quick spanks. POP, SPANK She started to squirm a bit but held on through the remaining seven spanks. She was let up and joined Cindy and me. We stood together looking at Unc. and waiting for him to speak. “Girls, lets take a tour shall we?” We made no comment and when he got up we only followed him and his “tour.” “Over here you will notice, one lamp that seems to have meet its’ untimely end thanks to you three” We went on. “ And over here you might care to observe several, well actually nine bottles of beer that seem to have lost their way. Two will please notice are broken and the glass is now in the carpet, a thoughtful touch, I might add” He was in rare form today I thought to myself. I was stunned by the extent of the mess and the damage done, I couldn’t believe that we had done this, it seemed so innocent last night. We were just having fun, then I was pulled back to reality by his voice. “These wine bottles that were each only half empty before you opened a new one. They cost...well never mind what they cost, too much for you to be so thoughtless with. And you will notice I hope, that you were careless enough to spill the red wine on the carpet and tile” He went on to point out ashes in the carpet, (and confirmed that we had taken some of his cigarettes to accomplish this.) Several unopened packages of cold cuts had been left outside by the pool to spoil. The pool, the poor pool there were cups at the bottom of the pool and other things that I couldn’t make out. The list of crimes was endless. He finally stopped and looked at us, and then spoke. “Girls, you are going to clean this place up for me and I intend to make this a memorable experience, any questions?” No way were we going to ask any questions, he was pissed. He looked at us and then asked “where are the paddles?” Cindy spoke first. “Uh sir, I think they’re in the trunk of the car” “Well get them, each of you go get your own paddle” He said sharply. “Out there like this? but there are people out there” I asked afraid to hear the answer. “Yes Daria, like that. But come here and I will put up you’re flaps.” And so each in turn we went to him turned around and at his instruction bent over slightly as he picked up the bottom of the flap and secured it over our bare red bottoms. We peeked out the front door and not seeing anyone, bolted outside for the car, we punched the trunk button and it didn’t open. We had forgot the key and so together scrambling all over our selves we dashed back to the house for the car key. We scooted back out the door for the car, opened the trunk and hear hysterical laughter behind us. We hadn’t looked for people when we came charging out for the second time. so intent were we on getting outside and back in the house. It was Phil and David two neighbors who had just come out of Phil’s house. I looked back and thought they were going to collapse with laughter. “Halloween ladies?” Dave called out. We ignored this and each picked up a paddle and made for the house slamming the trunk shut. This brought more peals of laughter. “I hope they split a gut” Cindy hissed as we got to the door. Once inside the house we stood at the door gasping trying to catch our breath, this done we went to Unc. and waited for our instructions. We were each handed a magic marker and made to write our own name on our paddles. Unc. said something like “A tool for every job.” or some such foolishness. having done this we had to each go over and turn around while he took down our flaps and then bend over and take five smacks of the paddle. This ritual accomplished, he decided to tell us more of what our day was to entail. “Girls you will begin cleaning this mess up, I will tell you what to clean and every time each of you finish with something I will administer to that girl a spanking that I think is fair based on what the harm was and the effort put into cleaning up” So to work we went, three young ladies scurrying to clean and put the house in order, and each of us in little girl pajama outfits with our red bottoms on display for target practice at Uncs. whim. As luck would have it, or maybe it was by design I doubt I’ll ever know, my assignment to clean off the kitchen table was over first. I finished then looked around almost confused but I knew what was coming my way. Unc. was sitting on the chair where he would spend the better part of the afternoon. He motioned me over with one wave of his finger. “Hand me the paddle Daria” he said motioning to the paddle on the table next to him that so proudly reflected my name. I lay gently across his lap. As I went down I noticed the other two watching out of the corners of their eyes to see what this round was going to be like. “Daria as my niece and the one responsible for the house in my absence I hold you mostly to blame for what happened, and you’re going to pay that bill right now.” He pulled me in close and placed his left hand on my right wrist to hold me in place. I felt the paddle pat my bottom, once and then twice. There was a few seconds delay and then the paddle struck my fanny as hard as any swat I have received from him, I cringed and prepared for the worst. The previous little spankings we had received earlier had made my bottom sore and tender and this spanking started to sting much quicker than otherwise might have been the case. I started crying with the third or fourth swat of the paddle. Because the trap door was so small it was just big enough for the paddle, as a consequence each swat landed right where the last had landed, heaven knows Unc. wouldn’t have wanted to waste any effort by striking part of the fabric surrounding my flaming bottom. I was soon squealing and crying and pleading and he was paddling as hard and fast as he could, the swats were coming down at a ferocious rate. I began to wiggle and buck, but I was going nowhere he had me locked in. My legs were kicking, but not very much the fabric of my children’s size nighty pajamas had no room to give and my legs could barely move. And still he kept spanking me. Finally it was over and I rolled off his lap onto the floor, after a few seconds delay he said. “ OK Daria, enough time wasted get up and start cleaning. Empty the ash trays.” I stumbled towards the kitchen viewing the world through tear filled eyes. As my vision cleared and I was able to locate an ashtray I noticed that the level of activity had picked up by my two cleaning companions, they had learned from my lesson I thought grimly. Two minutes later Christy was across his knee getting her first spanking since we started cleaning, it was a short one and soon she was off his knee and cleaning again. Cindy finished mopping the kitchen floor shortly there after and Unc. went to inspect, he came back shaking his head. He took Cindy by the arm and walked her to the kitchen and pointed out several areas that didn’t meet his approval. “Bend over” he told her and right there and then in the kitchen she took about ten swats of the paddle with her hands on her knees. I was able to watch as I was only a few feet behind them and it was amazing that she was able to stay in place, her butt got so red. To add to the impression, picture her red bottom, sticking out of her pajama flaps and framed by little pink bunnies smiling and hopping around as the paddle bounced off her bottom. It went on this way for hours, sometime we got spanked all together and sometimes it was one at a time. There were periods of up to fifteen minutes when there weren’t any spankings going on or one about to start, but it was rare. “Are you girls hungry?” he asked during a lull in the action. It took us five minutes to stop sniffling and answer his question but amazingly we were and said so, besides which it seemed unlikely we would get spanked during lunch. And we sure could use a break. “Great I ordered a few pizzas they should be here any minute, you can take a break until after we eat.” None of us sat down though Christy stretched out on the floor on her stomach. At this point we were happy for the open flaps, at least we were getting some cool air on our fannies. The door bell rang and Unc turned to me and said “Here’s the money get the pizzas please.” So with my bunny jammies on and flap down I went to the door and opened it. The pizza guy was smiling ear to ear (The jerk) and seemed to take forever in giving me the change. I carefully backed away from the door and closed it, no free show for the pizza boy. We all ate standing up, well not Unc. he was sitting down and very relaxed and quite pleased with himself and the change in the house. We were allowed to rest for a few minutes after lunch, we sort of moved around the room subdued and quiet. When ever the chance permitted we were sneaking looks at each others butts to determine the condition. I felt mine and it was sore, I then went to the bathroom and checked myself out in the mirror. “Wow is that one red tail” I remarked out loud before I went back to the living room. “OK the house looks as good as its’ going to get without a professional rug cleaning service, but since Daria’s going to pay for that out of her own money we’ll move on now.” Unc. announced springing his cleaning crew off the floor and into an upright position. “Lets clean the pool area” he said opening the glass sliding door and waving his arm in a grand gesture toward the door and the pool outside. “Uh, sir may we, I mean will you, Uh put up our flaps before we go out there?” Christy whined. “Not a chance lady, you were running around the pool yesterday in your altogether, so you can darn sure make the trip with only your bottom hanging out today.” Cindy looked at him and said “ Us outside naked? Not us” He looked at her and replied “ Little girl you were spied on by Bobby next door for the better part of the day.” And with that he took Cindy by the arm, pulled her close and said “The next time you try and lie to me you remember this” and with that he held tight and delivered fifteen or so hard spanks to her bottom right there just outside the door. The sounds echoed through the yard and into the neighbors yards. Cindy didn’t make a sound mostly not wanting to add to the sounds of the swats being applied to her bottom and attract any more attention. As he finished she was choking back tears and her hands sped to her bottom as soon as she was released. Soon enough this was something of the past and were scurrying around the yard cleaning up, desperate to get finished and inside before some neighbor stuck their nose over the fence and saw the three girls with exposed red bottoms. We made it. We were back inside, the chores were done and we were finished, well not quite. “ Daria, Christy, Cindy I think you have almost learned your lesson, but before we end today I intend to make sure, real sure.” Unc said looking at us. “Now I want you to do exactly as you’re told and then I will be confident that the lesson has been taught, do you understand?” We nodded that we did, when in truth we hadn’t a clue what he was talking about. “I want you to all walk over to the counter” he said pointing to the counter that separated the TV area from the kitchen. We did as we were told. “Good, good now turn around and face the counter, now drop your pajama bottoms” We groaned but did as instructed and soon the bunny pajama bottoms were crumpled at our feet. “bend over the counter and remain there until I tell you different” he ordered. I was on the left Cindy was in the middle and Christy was at the other end. He came up beside me and placed his hand on my back. The first thing I remember was the sound WHACK as the strap stuck my bottom, I tried to stand up from the shock and surprise, but his hand firmly held me down. WHACK went another blistering smack of the strap. WHACK, “OWWW” WHACK “OOOOO” I was yelping with each and every swat of the belt. I laid across the counter and stretched out to grab the other edge of the counter to hold on. WHACK, WHACK. The burn on my already sore bottom was almost more than I could stand. We all had numerous spankings through the course of the day and the accumulation was incredible. Leaving me a crying, sobbing wreck me moved down to Cindy who was as composed as if she were at the beach. But as soon as the strap hit her butt she reacted much the way I did and yelped. I heard her crying and howls only through my own crying and sniffling. When he got to Christy I was settled down enough to be at least partly aware of what was happening. I heard the strap hit home and with each swat I shuddered knowing exactly what it felt like, as if hot molten metal was being laid across the skin of your bottom and then only partly removed. She carried on much more than Cindy or I did and was pulled back into position several times and got a few extra swats for her trouble. Finally it was over and after having to stand there against the counter for almost ten minutes, Unc. spoke to us in a softer tone than he had used all day. “Girls turn around and face me” He instructed, and we did so. “I trust you have all learned a lesson and will show more responsibility in the future, am I correct?” We shook our heads indicating he was indeed correct. I noticed that while Cindy and I had started rubbing our bottoms gently Christy hand her hands together in front of her and down low trying to hide herself from any more embarrassment. Well I thought ruefully we all have our priorities I suppose. And with that we were dismissed. We spent some time crying from the experience and feeling sorry for ourselves and then decided that an application of baby oil was just the thing to relive our suffering and we spent the next fifteen minutes gently and I mean gently rubbing lotion on each others scalded butts. We soon were feeling better and I knew recovery was at hand when Cindy looked over at me and asked with a dead pan expression. “ So what do you say we go ask your Uncle for a beer?” Christy and I collapsed laughing with relief that it was over and at the joke. I wonder what Unc. thought when he heard the laughing coming from my room? Maybe some day I’ll ask him, then again maybe not.