Six thousand five hundred and forty minutes, over the limit

“Yes mom. Ok mom. I am right now,” Heather said into the phone. A few moments later she hung up her phone. “Hey, I got to get home.”

“It’s these soo cute?” Viola asked her friend, holding up a pair of high-cut panties.

“Yea, get them and lets go.” Heather dismissed the question then started chewing on her thumbnail.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Viola could see the anxiety in her friend.

“Nothing, my mom just wants me to come home now.”

“Ok,” Viola said with a shrug. “Let me pay for these. Oh then lets grab some FOYO before we go.”

Heather stopped chewing on her thumb long enough to bark, “No, I said NOW!”

“Fine, you don’t have to be a bitch about it,” Viola was surprised at the outburst. She was sure there was something wrong and she had to find out. Being the driver would provide some nice leverage against Heather.

The girls made their way through the mall crowds and out to Viola’s car without saying another word. A couple quick turns and they were on the interstate heading home. Normally, the highway was the fastest way to get back to the small town where the girls lived, but Viola was more interested in the second exit.

Heather was focusing so intensely on her chewing her thumbnail, she completely missed pulling the car into the rest area.

“Ok girl friend, tell me what’s wrong.” Viola damned as she turned the engine off.

“HEY!” Heather yelled, realizing the car wasn’t moving. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because you’re going to tell me what’s wrong!”

“I told you, it’s nothing! Please lets get going!”

“Bullshit!” Viola could see her friend was anxious and worried. Had it been a real emergency, she knew Heather would have told her everything. “We aren’t going anywhere until you tell me.”

“Grrr… Fine! My mom’s mad at me for running over my cell phone minutes.”

“Cell phone minutes. So what?”

“I was like a thousand minutes over.”

“Wow.” Viola chuckled a little bit. Her mother would be pissed if she had ever went over by that much also. She sensed there was something more though. Viola thought Heather’s nervous demure was disproportionate to the seriousness of the offense. “Ok, I’ll take you home.” Viola returned to the highway and fifteen quiet minutes later pulled into Heather’s driveway. She pitted Heather for having to still live at home, but being basically unemployed, her friend and no other option.

“Thanx,” Heather said, jumping out of the car as soon as it stopped.

Viola watched the blonde get all the way to the back door before reaching into the backseat and picking up the bag of clothes Heather had bought. She got out as the back door closed behind Heather. She took her time walking along the deck that wrapped around back of the house.

Pausing at the door, Viola could hear some yelling and then a little bit of commotion from inside. She tried peaking in the window adjacent to the door, but the curtains where pulled tightly shut. “Well here goes nothing,” she thought before knocking loudly.

She heard some voices inside then she could make out a figure approaching through the frosted glass door panes. She licked her lips as the figure reached the door. Any second she’d find out what was bothering

“Oh, hello Viola.” Heather’s mother said curtly after opening the door.

Viola almost dropped the bag of clothes. She couldn’t believe what she saw. Behind the woman and the kitchen, laid a girl with her panty covered bottom pointing straight at the door.

“Can I help you?” Mary asked her daughter’s friend impatiently. She needed to get dinner started and there still was the business with Heather to finish.

“So that’s why Heather was so mean.” Viola said to herself.

“Hu?” Mary asked. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, nothing really. Heather just yelled at me after your call. She mentioned you were mad about the cell phone minutes, but nothing about, hmm, that.” Viola nodded to indicate the girl’s current position.

“She did, did she?” Mary pursed her lips while she thought for a moment. Lying to people outside of the house wasn’t strictly prohibited, but Viola was her daughter’s best friend, and it appeared she was mean about it also. Mary took a step backwards and motioning for the girl to enter. “Why don’t you come in and after my discussion with her I’m sure she’ll apologize.”

“MOM!” Heather screamed from the dinning room, “PLEASE NO!”

Mary closed the door behind Viola then lead the way into the dinning room. “Hush! You shouldn’t be mean to your friends just because you are in trouble!” She punctuated her remark with a swift swat to Heather’s bottom. Viola hadn’t even noticed the bamboo spoon Mary had been holding until it crashed into her friend’s backside.

“Ouch!” Heather cried in echo to the muffled clap.

Viola stood in the corner, covering her mouth as she watched her friend get spanked. She had the perfect vantage point to watch the spoon work its way across the panty covered bottom, earning wiggles and the occasional ouch from the owner. Viola wasn’t sure what to make of the scene playing out before her. She could tell Heather was dying of embarrassment, though she didn’t think the spanking looked that bad. It actually looked kind of pleasant, like when her boyfriend slapped her ass during sex. If this was a spanking, she kind of wished she’d been spanked instead of grounded.

“Ok, enough warmup. Lets get these down and start the main event.” Mary set the spoon on the table then reached for her daughter’s waist.

“Please let me keep them up!” Heather reached down her slides to grab her the waistband of her panties.

“Is your bottom not warmed up yet? I can keep going?”

“No, I mean yes, ah! Please let me keep them up while she’s here.”

“She is a woman just like you and I. Now let go or I’ll continue warming up your bottom!” Mary commanded, punctuated with a couple firm slaps of her open hand on her daughter’s bare thighs.

“OCUH!” Heather squealed, letting go of her waistband and attempting to reach her tighs. The table made it an impossible task.

Mary shucked the undergarment down the pink tushy and legs until it was inverted just above the girl’s knees. “Now these can stay here until we are done.”

Viola’s eyes grew larger at this revelations. Up to this point she had thought Heather was lucky to get spanked instead of the punishments she’d received growing up. Losing her phone or computer for a week had been torture to a teenager. With her friend’s panties down and round two ready to begin, she wasn’t quite so sure.

Mary brought spoon forward with a slight upward arc, catching the meeting of bottom and thigh. The sharpness of the spank caught Heather off guard.

“Ouch goddamn…” Heather realized the words that came out of her mouth a moment too late.

“What did you say?” Mary asked her daughter.

“Nothing,” the upturned girl mumbled. The response earned her smart spanks to each thigh. “Ouch, ouch!”

“Would you prefer more than your mouth washed out?” Mary asked.

Viola covered her mouth as her jaw fell again. Being spanked at 23 was embarrassing, but her friend got her mouth-soaped for swearing also. Wow, was all she could think.

“No, no, I’m sorry for swearing.” Heather pleaded, twisting her head and shoulders around in an attempt to show her mother her contrition.

“Then go get the ivory.” Mary instructed, slapping the pinkened bottom then pointing towards the front entryway.

Heather made awkward waddle through the house to the main bathroom while keeping her panties tightly around her knees.

“What did Heather say was the reason she was in trouble?” Mary asked the stunned Viola.

“Ah…ah that she went over her cell phone minutes by like a thousand or something.”

“Six thousand five hundred and forty minutes actually.”

“Wow,” Viola mumbled. The couple of times she’d went over her allotted minutes she’d lost her phone for a week or two, and that she had only been a hundred or so over. Six thousand! She would have never gotten her cell phone back. Though how did she use that many? “How?” she mumbled as the thoughts swirled in her head.

“She keeps falling asleep with Corey on the phone at night.” Mary answered before turning her back and watching the doorway for her offspring.

Heather returned holding a slightly used bar of ivory soap. Heather never looked up as she entered the dinning room, being more preoccupied with the awful white bar in her hand and keeping her panties at the appropriate height.

Viola, conversely couldn’t stop staring at her friend. It took Viola a couple moments to realize why Heather was carrying a bar of soap. She had read about a couple news stories involving parents washing their kids mouths out with soap, but didn’t think it really happened. Well at least it didn’t happen outside of those white trash households.

“Open!” Mary commanded after taking the soap.

“Please, I’m really sorry, I’ll never ghhhff!” Mary cut off her daughter’s pleas by shoving the white slab into her mouth.

“That will stay there until I am remove it. Now back over you go.” Mary waved the wooden spoon at the gagged girl before pointing towards the table. Heather gave up her protests and resumed her spot bent over the table.

Viola had seen a couple spankings before, but this was nothing like those erotic ones. Mary peppered the proliferated bottom with the spoon. Heather cried through the soap while wiggling her hips about and occasionally kicking a leg up. All this fuss just earned her a few swats to the back of her thighs and a hand on her lower back.

Mary didn’t stop until she thought her daughter had been soundly spanked, crying only tears of contrition.

“Ok baby, I think that is enough. You can get up now.”

It took Heather a moment to regain enough of her senses to push herself up, off the table. Once uprighted, her attention immediately focused on removing the pain below. She danced from foot to foot while attempting to rub out the blaze in her tush. Viola couldn’t help but snicker at her friend dancing around like her butt was on fire.

“Come on, to the sink,” Mary said, shooing her daughter towards the kitchen. It was all the prompting Heather needed, as she quickly scampered to the sink. She knew better than to remove the bar from her own mouth and waited diligently for her mom while keeping the rubbing going at high speed.

“Do you have anything to say?” Mary asked, pulling the drool covered ivory from the girl’s mouth.

“I’m sorry for going over my cell phone minutes mommy,” Heather cried and sputtered like she was closer to three than twenty-three. She finished with a couple of spits into the sink.

“And to Viola?”

“I’m sorry for being mean,” Heather replied in the same little voice. At her pause, Mary made a slight grunt, prompting “and for lying to you about my punishments.”

“Ok, you can rinse now.” Mary turned on the faucet. Heather didn’t even both using a cup, instead dunked her head sideways to fill her mouth with water before spitting it out. Mary let her repeat the motions 5 times before turning off the faucet.
“It’s ok baby. Your all forgiven. Now you two can go up to your room and play a little bit.”

Viola looked at Mary sideways. The last bit of her statement was highly unusual to be said to two adult women. It even slightly offended her, though with Heather already out of the kitchen and that spoon sitting next to Mary, she didn’t dare argue the point.

Heather pulled her friend into her room and closed the door behind the girls. She immediately spun her friend around, “Please don’t tell anyone!”

“I won’t.”

“Promise!”

“I promise..” Viola twisted her lips from side to side. She had so many questions, but couldn’t figure out how to break the ice.

“How much damage is there?” Heather said, turning her back to her closet door, and the full length mirror hanging on it.

“Its really bad,” Viola commented as her friend twisted her torso to look over her shoulder.

“Naw, this wasn’t so bad. I’m probably lucky you came back.” Heather ran a finger over the slight hints of a bruise.

“Lucky?” was all Viola could say as Heather started blabbering on about other spankings, close calls and how she was relieved that she had someone with whom to share her secret.

Consequences for the spoiled brats

This story begins with Just Your Everyday Spoiled Brat Party. I recommend you read it first.

Becky had yet to leave her room since she got home from the police station. She didn’t really want to face her father, nor did she really fell like walking much. There was also the grounding issue. The housekeeper had delivered her meals and with her in-suite bathroom, she didn’t need to leave. She just laid on her stomach and watched TV all day, plotting her revenge on Gwen. Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill was providing her some spectacular inspiration.

Monday arrived and so did the anticipation of her mother’s arrival. She had only had a very brief conversation with her Mom on Sunday, which ended with that awful phrase “we will discuss this when I get home!” Becky knew full-well that the discussion would be one sided, with her doing very little of the talking.

“Ms. Rebecca, your father left this note for you.” their housekeeper told Becky when she brought up her breakfast.

“Thank you, Maria.” Becky said, taking the note and egg-white omelet. She closed the door then sat the tray on her desk before picking up the note. It was probably some more punishment or something, she thought.

“Becky, I have some errands for you to run for my office. You are to go straight to city hall and straight home when you get done. NO WHERE ELSE. Your keys are on the kitchen counter. Call me from the house phone when you get home. I’m going to pick up Mom from the airport and we’ll be home around 8 ~Dad.”

It could have been worst, she thought. At least she gets to leave the house, even if it is to go play page-girl. Normally, she would have preferred the law firm to city hall, so she could flirt with the cute associates, but today was not a flirty day. Today felt more like a pouting, sulky type of day. Sulking around the city hall didn’t sound like much fun though. She would have rather went to the beach, the mall or even the gym than city hall.

Becky plopped down onto her desk chair and instantly remembered why the beach would be a bad idea. Her bottom still ached and probably looked worst than it felt. Not a good combination with a string bikini. No matter, she would not be going anywhere she wanted to until college started next week. Maybe….

Becky reread the note twice more before the loophole hit her. Dad had required her to call when she got home so he’d know she went straight home, but he didn’t say anything about calling before she left. A quick glance at her alarm clock and a few simple estimates for traffic, getting ready and such told her that she would might have an extra hour, if she was quick. An hour at the mall was risky, and the good one wasn’t on the way to city hall. The gym, on the other hand was on the way, and she could get in a nice workout in an hour.

Becky scarfed down the omelet before stuffing a dressier outfit in her duffel bag and changing into yoga pants and a t-shirt. A light windbreaker and she was off. She referred to it as a gym, but The Club, as her parents and fellow members referred to it, was far from an ordinary gym. It really a private club with dinning rooms, a bar, and meeting rooms in addition to the standard gym and spa facilities.

An uptempo Becky rounded the privacy corner to find the locker room quite empty. It was 10 o’clock on a Monday morning, so it wasn’t too surprising to find the gym sparsely populated. She started to make her way down the rows of lockers when another woman crossed from the bathroom area into the locker alcoves.

It took Becky a moment to recognize the brunette. “Really?” she thought. “That bitch is at MY gym!” She took off in a huff to confront the cause of so much pain this weekend. She turned into the locker set where the girl had disappeared and stopped dead in her tracks. It was obvious that Becky had not been seen as the girl was bending over, fishing something out of the bottom of her locker, completely oblivious to her watcher. Becky let her jaw drop as she took in the sight before her.

The girl was wearing only bikini panties and a sports bra. In her current, inverted position, the panties had rode up into a slight wedgie, exposing the lower half of her cheeks. The lower half of her cheeks was had shocked Becky. Against the light pinkish brown background, a black and blue bruise marred the center of each cheek.

Becky let out a slight gasp. The girl had not heard Becky enter the locker room, and was consequently startled by the sound behind her. The brunette straightened up and turned around to come face-to-face with her rival. Upon seeing Becky, Gwen’s mood soured considerably.

“What?!” Gwen snapped. “Say whatever you are going to. I’m in no mood for your bitchiness right now.”

“I…ah…didn’t think..” Becky felt herself for a lost of words, a rare occurrence when dealing with people her own age. All the hatred she had for this girl seemed to disappear in a moment, and she didn’t understand why.

“Whatever, go tell all your friends that poor little Gwen is still spanked.” Gwen spewed her resentment at Becky finding out her secret.

“I..ah.. I didn’t think you still got it. I know back then, but now?” Becky said.

“Whatever,” Gwen dismissed turning back to her locker and the task of getting dressed. She wanted out of here and Becky’s sight as soon as possible.

“Gwen,” Becky placed a hand on her shoulder, turning the brunette around. “I’m not going to tell anyone. I promise.”

“Sure you won’t.”

“I won’t, because I know what it’s like.”

“Yea, yea, I remember that incident with my Mom’s car. But this isn’t the same. You don’t understand.”

Becky pursed her lips for a moment. This had most definitely not been part of her planned revenge on Gwen. Maybe she wasn’t all evil. They had been friends once. Fine she would show Gwen how she understood.

“Look,” Becky set down her bag then turned to her left side. Hooking her right thumb under the waistbands of her yoga pants and panties, she pulled the both down, revealing her right cheek. Raised maroon and purple welts still decorated her bottom.

“Oh, my god!” Gwen gasped at the sight. Gwen had long-ago thought she was the only girl in Malibu still spanked by her parents.

“See, I know what’s it like.”

“I didn’t think anyone still got it.” Gwen responded, still starring.

“Me neither. But you look to got it worst than me.”

“It’s not as bad as it looks. Its a standard paddling response, yours though. Ouch.” Gwen commented, running her finger along one of the purple ridges.

“Ouch.” Becky jumped, letting her panties and pants snap back into place.

“Sorry. What made those welts?”

“Dad’s belt.”

Gwen cringed at the thought of a leather belt searing into her bottom. Her mother’s little paddle was painful, but the belt was a whole different level she never wanted to reach. “I bet your dad was pissed. I saw him enter the police station as I left.”

“Pissed would have been better. He gave me the silent treatment the whole way home, then lit into me at home. The belt was only the start of my punishment. I’m grounded and stuff too. Mom has refused to talk about it until she gets home tonight.”

Gwen offered a sympathetic frown. “At least you were clothed. The cops caught me in the pool and provided an orange jumpsuit. Mom made me take it off and my panties before going to town with that damn paddle.”

“She still uses that same paddle she used on us?” Becky asked.

“No, that one broke shortly afterwards. She replaced it with this oak one that looks like a small sorority paddle.”

“Yikes!”

“Yup. ‘Panties down, over my lap and apply soundly until she no longer kicks and screams,’ is my Mom’s motto.” Gwen recited.

“Mom is the same way. Tonight will be hell.” Becky said, as she eased herself onto the bench.

“You got another one coming also?” Gwen asked.

“Probably, Mom said we’d have a ‘discussion’ when she got home.”

“Ah.”

“Why? are you getting another one?” Becky asked,

“If I am lucky.” Gwen remarked, drawing a puzzled look from Becky. “I’m to get one every Friday and Sunday night until my community service is complete.”

“Community service?”

“Yea, I should thank you for that, actually your dad and Melanie’s. Everyone caught at the party got 100 hrs of community service in exchange for all charges being dropped. Your Dad didn’t tell you?” Gwen informed Becky.

“No….”

“Yea, they couldn’t be seen favoring their kids. Better than going to court. I’m starting my community service this afternoon to limit my dates with that blasted paddle.” Gwen didn’t mention the hour of naked corner-time that went along with her paddlings. Normal corner-time was humiliating enough, but since she had been caught in such an immodest state, her mother felt it appropriate to associate immodestly with her punishment.

“I guess community service is better than court.” Becky shrugged.

“It is surely better than a spanking.” Gwen smirked, drawing a smile from Becky.