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One Spanked Girl
It had been a long and busy day at the Diner. No business day in Boston is ever exactly slow, but this was a particularly grueling day. Now that fall had arrived, people were leaving their air-conditioned apartments and spending more time outside. The result of this was a steady drove of customers coming in all day long after their morning, afternoon, and early evening activities.

Liz looked at her watch and was delighted to see that it was 6.58 pm ... only two minutes before her shift was scheduled to come to an end. After a full day of serving customers, some of whom were frustratingly rude and impatient, Liz was looking forward to getting back home and relaxing before rewarding her hard day's work with a little shopping spree.

After removing her apron, punching her time card, and saying goodbye to the other staff members, she left the diner and made her way home. When she opened the door, she was greeted by Jenny, her friend and roommate. She was reclining on the couch with her laptop, doing some online shopping; her shift had ended two hours earlier and much like Liz, she was quite drained from her day.

"Hey Liz, how was the rest of your shift?" asked the bubbly blonde.

"Long. Let's just leave it at that," replied the young redhead.

"Yeah, sounds about right. Just remember, we need to put in our time and make the dough so we can get our hands into the batter," said Jenny with a little laugh, referring to the donut shop the two girls hoped to open one day.

"True. I just wish delayed gratification didn't have to be so... delayed," sighed Liz

Liz then left the living room and went into the bathroom to take a shower. She wanted to wash the day's work away (not to mention that unmistakable diner aroma) before going out on the town. She stripped down to her yellow satin bra and matching bikini panties and washed the slightly smeared makeup off of her face. When this was done, she turned to the mirror and shook her perky bottom.

If things at the diner get much worse, maybe I'll just start making money using my money maker, thought Liz as she admired her soft feminine rump in the mirror.

She then stepped into the shower and was initially shocked by the cold water that hit her now nude body. After a small scream, she turned the faucet head and before long the room was filled with steam from the hot water as it poured down on her. She slowly soaped up her young body, finally relaxing a bit as the warmth of the water beating down helped her to come down from the stress of her work day.

When the shower was finished, Liz put on a towel and walked to her bedroom, where she laid out her outfit for the evening.

The Payment for Uniform Infractions
by Sarah Thorne
The house was quiet... too quiet. A good thing, really. It meant she could concentrate on her work for a spell before everyone got home and began to tear through the house.

Her mind wandered, however. Where was he today? She really did have the itch to get frisky and be spanked, as it had been several weeks. Amid juggling two very hectic schedules, kids' soccer practices, orthodontists, and simply just family time, it was difficult at best to find time for their favorite (or next to favorite) activity. She had thought he had said that he was taking the day off, but he was nowhere to be found.

The tip of her pencil broke.

"Damn!" she swore under her breath, pushed back her chair and got up. She made her way out of the dining room down the long hallway to his study to use the pencil sharpener. She stopped when she saw him behind the desk.

"Oh! There you are!" she said in surprise.

He looked up, his expression one she couldn't quite make out. "Young lady!" he boomed and she jumped slightly, astonished.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"What? What? Is that how you are to address me, Ms. Rayna?"

She stood there dumbfounded, not exactly sure what he was doing. Was he drunk? She backed away when he got up and made his way toward her authoritatively.

"Young lady, uniform infractions will not be tolerated at this school! Your parents pay good money for you to dress and act like a proper lady! Do you have an explanation why you are, once more, out of uniform?"

Still in shock, she looked down at herself and the way she was dressed, clad in an oversized t-shirt and cut off shorts, hair haphazardly pulled up in a clip.

"I... I..." she stuttered, thrown completely off guard.

"SPEAK UP, GIRL!" he boomed. "This is not the first time! I suggest you return to your dorm and put on the proper attire, fix your hair appropriately, and then return for your punishment!"

"But I have work to do..." she said as the wife to her husband.

"It will wait, young lady. Now do as you are told!"

Crazy. He was crazy; this was crazy. She hadn't time for games. "Kyle..."

He moved so swiftly that she barely had time to grasp what was happening as he turned her around and bent her over the desk, delivering several very hard blows to the outside of her cotton shorts. "Owww... Kyle..."

"Young lady! Do you dare be so insubordinate as to disrespectfully call me by my first name?" he demanded, still smacking her bottom, her legs raising from the knee down, one at a time.

Okay, she finally caught on. Obviously, he was in the mood for this and she would not get any peace until his need was satisfied.

Part 1 Heather pushed the accelerator pedal closer to the floor and made the tires squeal as she whipped around the corner onto the small college town's main drag.

"Can't this thing go any faster?" her friend Ashley asked, from her place in the shotgun seat. "If we're late to work again Lily will kill us."

"We wouldn't be late if you hadn't lost the car keys, again!"

"Well, I forgot they were still in my pocket when I changed."

"Lucky for you I thought to look in the laundry hamper."

"Oh, just shut up and drive."

The bickering was nothing new. They had been friends for years and were as close as sisters, even more so since they'd been sharing an apartment while going to college in their native Texas.

They were a cute pair, petite except for their exceptionally round bottoms. The boys at school had actually taken to calling them the bubble butt twins.

At exactly 2.59, Heather swung the car into the parking lot at Lily's Flower and Seed Emporium, where they had both found work after school and on weekends. Like most college kids, they'd been living a hand-to-mouth existence and the money they made working at Lily's was a godsend.

They jumped from the car and rushed through the front door just as the clock read 3:00. As expected, Lily was glaring at them from behind the counter.

"Cutting it mighty close, aren't you?" she said.

Heather gave her boss a sheepish grin. "Yes, ma'am, but our shift didn't start till 3:00 and we are here."

Lily continued to glare. "Just barely, you're here. Honestly, I'd think two grown girls in college could get themselves organized well enough to get to work on time without having to drive like maniacs. Instead, you come screeching into the parking lot at the last minute in a cloud of dust every day."

"We're sorry ma'am," Ashley said. "It was my fault. I kind of lost the car keys."

"We'll do better," Heather promised.

"You'd better if you want to keep working here. You two are on thin ice with me as is. Heather, you get behind the register and Ashley, a new shipment of seeds came in. Organize the packets and get them into the right bins. I have a bunch of orders from the web site to get ready, so I'll be in back. Don't bother me unless it's an emergency."

"Yes, ma'am," they answered in unison. As they rushed past their irritated boss on the way to their assigned tasks, she gave them each a little swat on the seat of their jeans to hurry them along.

As Heather took her place behind the register, she gave her freshly stung cheek a little rub. Lily was a big, strong gal and even her playful swats packed a wallop.