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Kirsten's Slumber Party (babysitter F/ffff) Part I
Posted by Eddie(liar) on Tuesday, 1 May 2001, at 1:31 p.m.
Good Day. This is Eddie, the one who posted the BIG SIS series. I have been away for a while to attend to personal matters, but have returned to present you this story. There is more that is almost finished. If you like this much of it, then I will post the rest of it.
This story is pure fiction and involves the spanking of minors by an adolescent. If this content is unsuitable to your standards, then please stop reading here. It does not condone the exploitation of children, nor does it condone any illegal activities. Author does not advocate the use of corporal punishment on minors by adolescent supervisors, nor the hosting of an overnight party without adult supervision. The author has written from the mind of a 12 year-old girl in order to awaken the adult reader to the plight of the early adolescent. I wrote this because it would appear that many of us developed a spanking interest at about the same age
Tuesday, July 14
I can’t believe what just happened. I hope she doesn’t tell anyone. I’d rather die first. Anyway, one of my best friends invited me to her slumber party this Friday night. It’s summer, so we have to do something to pass the time. After all, being 12 really sucks because you’re not old enough to drive yourself to the mall or other really cool places. So, we found other things to ease the boredom. I can’t tell anyone about how I feel, so I have to write it down here.
Kirsten told me from the beginning that this slumber party is for her select dearest friends, and will be like no other. Once we tell her okay, we can’t back down. Well, first of all, Kirsten’s mom will be out that night, but some college girl named ‘Wendy’ will be in charge, who has been Kirsten’s baby-sitter for several years. Kirsten tells me she’s real cool and that she really loves her like they were sisters. Kirsten doesn’t have a big sister of her own.
But she also told me that Wendy is strict with the rules her mom sets and will not let us break them, not even bedtime curfew. Wendy is very sweet, but when girls don’t go to bed when they should, she takes down their panties and spanks their bare bottoms... with a paddle! (OMG!)
And this is the kicker. The whole point for this party is to stay up past curfew and giggle, talk and do other stuff, so Wendy will give us all a spanking in front of each other. She told me that if I didn’t want to come, that’s okay, but only those who were willing to get spanked by Wendy could come.
I thought it was a crazy idea, but I began to feel a little funny. Like I should be scared but I wasn’t. It felt kinda weird, even though it’s supposed to be scary. I told her I’d think about it. I asked her if she had been spanked by Wendy before and she said “Yes— lots of times and it hurts but it’s kinda fun!” Anyway, there are some kids I guess who think like this and Kirsten thinks I’m one of them, and she’s probably right. How did she know? I guess because we used to talk about getting spankings a lot last year in school. I didn’t say no so I’ll think about it and tell her tomorrow if I wanna do it or not.
Wednesday, July 15
I thought it over last night about going to Kirsten’s slumber party. For some reason, I rubbed myself again as I thought about it. I’m trying to stop it because only weird people are supposed to do it, and I don’t want to be weird. But I did it anyway because I couldn’t help it. I woke up in the middle of the night and did it again because I couldn’t sleep just thinking about the party. And so, this afternoon I just told Kirsten “Yes! I’ll be there!”
And she said “Cool, but remember, no backing down. If you do, we won’t like you anymore because you didn’t stay with us!”
And I told her “don’t worry. I’ll do whatever you all do.”
“You have to promise,” she said.
I raised my hand and put my other on my heart. “Okay, like... I promise already!” I said.
“Even if it makes you cry?”
“Cry!” Gulp. OMG.
“She usually spanks me until I start to cry a little,” warned Kirsten.
“Then why are we doing it?” I asked. Then she giggled and blushed.
“Because it’s fun,” she said.
“Have you done it before?” I asked.
“Not with anyone else. But I want to see what it’s like to get spanked by Wendy in front of my friends and I want to see what it looks like when Wendy spanks.”
Well, I guess I liked that part. I would love to see Kirsten get a spanking, but I’ve never told her that. “So, you promise you won’t back out?” she asked.
“Yes! I really, really, really, really mean it! I won’t back out. You’re like, my best friend so I’ll get spanked with you.”
“Cool,” she said. Then, she ran home really happy.
And so, two nights from now, it’s gonna happen. I’m kinda scared, but I’m feeling weird about it. I looked at the clock and realize that two nights from now and a few hours later, I’m gonna get a spanking from Wendy, and I’m gonna get to see Kirsten, Ashley and Kimberly get a spanking too. I have to go to bed now and I’ll try not to do it again, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to not do it. G’night.
Saturday, July 18
I may burn you after I write this because I never want anyone to read this part. Last night was the slumber party and this is what happened.
Before I left my house, Kirsten called me and told me to wear my gym shorts because everyone else was gonna wear them. I hated the gym shorts because they’re really short and my legs don’t get that dark in the summer like Kirsten’s, but she said it would be fun to run around in them so I did. Several hours after we got there, Kirsten’s mom told us to behave for Wendy while she was away. She warned us that if Wendy called her to complain about us, she would call our moms and wake them up to come get us.
We promised Kirsten’s mom we would all behave and be nice to Wendy and she said she believed us and that we were good kids. Now when Wendy got there, I almost fainted. She looked kinda young for a college student, but she was very pretty. She showed off her great tanned legs with short cut-off shorts and had her toenails painted a bright neon pink. She smiled when she met us and said we were “sooooooo precious,” as she gave each of us a hug. Gag me, she made me feel like a geek but I guess she was only trying to be nice so I smiled back at her. She called Kirsten her “precious angel,” which embarrassed her a little, but I guess it didn’t bother her.
Anyway, we all went to Kirsten’s room to play cards while Wendy watched TV. After a while, we were telling stupid jokes and talked about guys. But finally, we began to talk about our ‘plan,’ and our spankings to come. I was both excited and nervous, as they were too. I was gonna get to see them get spanked bare-bottomed tonight, and I was gonna get one too. We were trying to figure out why sometimes we get in the mood and want someone to spank us. We couldn’t figure it out. We all confessed to spanking our dolls when we were younger, or when we were alone in our rooms to slapping our own bottoms with a ruler.
Finally, Kirsten said that she thinks that Wendy likes giving spankings. She always gives fare warnings, but when she spanks, it’s always bare-bottom and sometimes it kinda tickles. When Kirsten told us about the last few times that Wendy spanked her, my privates got tingly and wet. I felt like the weirdest person in the world, because I definitely wanted Wendy to give me a bare-bottomed spanking! As we talked, I sometimes even wanted it to be real hard, while other times, I just wanted it to be soft and tingly.
“But how can we be sure that she likes it?” asked Kimberly.
“If she didn’t, she wouldn’t do it,” said Kirsten. “Sure, she’s the best baby-sitter in the world. But you know she’s just sitting in there right now, hoping we’ll act up because she wants to spank us all so bad!”
“Then why doesn’t she just come in here and spank us?” asked Ashley.
“She’d never spank anyone for no reason,” assured Kirsten, “but once she has a reason, she’s gonna do it and enjoy it.”
“Sounds too weird,” said Kim. “How can we find out? Should we ask her?”
“Like, nooooo way,” I said. “We have to find out another way.
“Well, we could like, y’know, stick our bottoms out and see what she does,” said Ashley. “Hey, that’s a good idea!” said Kirsten.
And so we dared Ashley to pull her gym shorts way up so you could see a little of her bottom, and then go into the living room and walk between Wendy and the TV to get us some chips out of the kitchen. She agreed and so we hid around the corner to watch.
Wendy didn’t say a thing when Kimberly walked by. However, she turned her head and watched. Kimberly had a rounded butt and Wendy’s eyes followed her into the kitchen. Wendy watched her as she walked back, but didn’t say a thing. She just stared at the TV. But, a chill went down my back as we saw Wendy nervously slap the couch as if she were giving a spanking. I don’t think she realized she did it, but we all were pretty sure that Wendy was hoping we’d do something bad so she could spank us.
“So, has she ever used the belt?” asked Kim.
“Thank God, no!” said Kirsten. “That would hurt!”
“How do you know?” I asked.
“Like, I’m so sure!” said Kirsten. “A belt on the bare bottom... ouch!”
“Well, there’s only one way to know, and that’s to get one with the belt,” said Kim.
“I don’t want the belt,” whined Ashley
“Okay, we’ll do this,” said Kirsten. “Well draw cards, and the lowest card as to say “I want the belt” while she’s being spanked with the paddle.
The idea was scary, but we all agreed. We nervously drew cards. But OMG, I got the lowest card! Help!
“Oh, come on, Amy. Wendy’s a nice gal,” promised Kirsten. “She wouldn’t make it hurt that much. Who knows, the sting might feel great!”
“Gee, thanks,” I said. However, I was curious so I figured it might be fun to take the chance. But imagine asking a baby-sitter to spank you with a belt! Crazy!!!
And even though I knew it would hurt, I began to feel really weird inside again, and anxiously awaited the sun to set.
After a while, Wendy came back to Kirsten’s room and told us she would take us to the pizza place. We all thought it was cool, and the whole time, she acted very sweet and called us “cute little darlings,” and things like that. She was so nice that I hated to make her mad. I didn’t want her to hate us for what we had planned, but Kirsten said not to worry, that she wouldn’t hate us, she would just spank us.
And so, as we whispered around the table, we all agreed to pull our shorts up to show just a little of our bottoms, to see if she would notice. And after we ate the pizza, we went and played the video games with just a hint of our bottoms peaking out of our gym shorts. Well, some of the dudes in there noticed and tried to flirt with us, but we ignored them.
It felt kinda funny having a little of your bottom showing. I liked it, but I won’t do it again. I kept reaching back and squeezing it because I kept getting a tingling feeling back there just thinking about my spanking to come.
We then noticed that Wendy was sweating a little. However, she never once told us to pull our shorts back down. I know if my mom would have seen this, I would have gotten a spanking right there in front of everybody. However, Wendy just stared, and twitched around as if she were nervous. I think by now that she was dying to spank us, but she wasn’t a mean person, so she wouldn’t do it unless we really did something bad. And we were going to see that we did, and we were going to get spanked! My God! Why am I so excited over a spanking!
And as it got closer to bedtime, I began to feel funnier and funnier inside. We all did. We all got nervous, but we had promised we’d go through with it. We began to rub our bottoms just because we knew it was coming. We began to ask each other what our ‘favorite’ position was to be spanked. We all agreed that bending over and grabbing ankles was the worse, and the best was ‘over-the-knee.’ I guess I was hoping for that or laying across the bed because at least that would give me something to ‘rub’ against. If I’m gonna feel pain on the backside, I might as well get something good on the front to help it.
So as we sat giggling, along came Wendy and told us that we had to get ready for bed. Kirsten begged her for an hour extension, but Wendy said that we had to go to bed at ten because that’s what Kirsten’s mom said and that she couldn’t change the rule. And so we put on our night tee shirts and our smallest panties we brought. My heart began to really beat fast as I took my turn in the bathroom to get ready. I guess we were all shaking, yet we were all excited. I suppose that Kirsten was right. It can be fun if you have friends who are in it with you. The thought of them watching me get spanked kind of embarrassed me at first, but then it made me excited in a strange way. I was gonna get to watch them, and they would watch me and enjoy it. Suddenly, I felt a little dampness in my fresh clean little pink panties with red hearts on them. The first time I had felt this particular wetness was last year in school. At first, I thought I’d die because I thought I had peed in my pants, but I soon realized that it wasn’t pee! I knew what it was now. I wondered if the other girls were the same way, but I wasn’t going to ask them just yet. Anyway, I came out of the bathroom and let Kimberly go in.
I waited nervously in Kirsten’s room as we prepared our blankets on the floor to sleep. Once Kimberly came back, Wendy came into the room and asked us if we needed anything. We said we were fine and so she gave us all a good night hug. Gee, she was like, so nice, I began to worry about our plan.
Anyway, Kirsten turned on the night-light, but Wendy told us to lay down and go to sleep soon. We told her we would.
Once she closed the door, we remained pretty quiet at first, and did each other’s hair, like, putting it up in pigtails and tying it with ribbons.
“What’s this for?” asked Ashley.
“We want to look our best for our spankings,” assured Kirsten. “The more cute and innocent we look, the less likely she’ll spank real hard!”
“And remember, Amy! You have to tell her you want the belt!” Kimberly said to me.
“OMG. Do I have to?”
“Maybe she won’t do it,” said Ashley.
“Will she?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” said Kirsten.
So I got real curious. I guess we’d never know unless I did it, so I said I would. “And what would she do if you tried to get away?” I asked.
“She’d spank harder,” warned Kirsten, “so nobody try it.”
“I wasn’t gonna try it,” I assured. “And what would she do if... if instead of trying to get away, you lifted your bottom up to make it easier to spank?”
“I don’t know,” said Kirsten with a giggle. Everybody else giggled to. “Why don’t you try it.”
“No! Someone else try it. I’m already getting the belt.”
“Why don’t we all try it,” suggested Kimberly.
“But what if it hurts more?” asked Ashley.
“So what!” bragged Kirsten, who seemed to be pretty tough. “When it hurts more, it kind of... well y’know.”
“What?” I asked.
“Well... it kind of tickles down there when it hurts on your bottom. Y’know what I mean?”
“Sort of,” replied Ashley with an embarrassed giggle. “So let’s all try it. Maybe she won’t spank as hard if we lift our butts up into the air.”
By now, the curiosity and excitement was making me a little dizzy. I kind of wished I had stayed home, but for some reason, I was having the time of my life. Anyway, after we laughed about something, Wendy tapped on the door before slowly opening it up. “Come on, my precious little brats. Nighty night!” she said.
“Okay, okay,” said Kirsten as she blew a bubble. And then Wendy closed the door. We were all getting nervous because we knew time was getting close. But we would not chicken out now. As we laid down on the floor under the blankets, we tried to figure out who she might spank first. Kirsten was willing to bet that she would be last because it was her house and the hostess should have to watch all the others first. But nobody really hoped to be the first one. But we agreed that whoever Wendy picked would not fight it.
Finally, Kimberly had an idea that sounded good... at least it did at first. “Y’know, like, we could prepare for it by giving each other warm up spanks, so by the time Wendy uses her paddle, we’ll be used to it and it won’t hurt as much.”
I liked it, but Kirsten didn’t. “No way. She’d know something was weird if she sees that our bottoms are already red!”
Well, she was right. I was all for it, but I did not want Wendy to find our bottoms already red. I think we were all getting a little scared now, and each of us thought about calling it off at least once, but the thrill of being scared was simply too much fun. And so we giggled some more. I guess she didn’t hear us at first because of the TV, but then Kimberly tickled Ashley’s bare foot and made her shriek. Soon, we heard the TV go mute. We waited in silence as we heard Wendy’s footsteps coming toward the door. Soon, it flung open.
“All right, you little brats! Come on now, get some sleep! Kirsten’s mom said so.”
“Yes, Wendy,” said Ashley, who smiled nervously. Wendy grinned and closed the door again.
“I can’t stand it,” said Ashley. “How many more times?”
“Oh, a few,” assured Kirsten. Of all the girls, I think she was the least scared, and the most anxious and excited about it. She blew another bubble and laid down on her side.
I was very nervous and scared, but there was no way I’d back out now. “I dare you to hide your gum under your tongue, and then try to blow a bubble during your spanking!” I said. Everyone giggled and snorted.
“Yeah,” agreed Kimberly. “And make it pop at the same time as the spank!”
We all laughed again, but out of fear, we hid our faces in the blankets so we wouldn’t be heard. As we sat there in the near darkness trying to think of something else to say, Kirsten leapt up and quietly opened her closet. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m gonna put a few of my skinny belts up close for your spanking, so she’ll grab them instead of the thick ones,” she answered.
“Gee thanks,” I said as I rubbed my bottom in anticipation. Once again, I was both scared of it, and anxious to try it.
“Don’t worry, I’ll hide the thick ones at the very back,” she promised. Now the sliding of the hangers made a creaking sound, but I guess Wendy didn’t hear. And so Kirsten laid down again. “By the way,” she said, “has anyone here started your first period yet?”
With that, we all snickered again, but we tried to keep it quiet. “No, have you?”
“No, but I don’t want anyone to leave a gross mess on my bed!”
“Eewwww!” said Ashley. At the very thought, we all laughed again, followed by a bunch of “shhhh’s.”
But once again, we nearly panicked when we heard Wendy’s footsteps approaching. We nearly hid under our blankets when she opened the door.
“Like, what’s the deal!” she said, this time sounding a little mad.
“Sorry,” mumbled Kirsten.
“Now, look, brats! I like you all, and I know you’re really precious little angels, but you have to keep it quiet now. I’m uh... really trying to be nice, okay?” I looked up at Wendy. She still seemed like her sweet self, but she looked nervous. She was rubbing her bare leg as she looked at all of us.
“Yes, Wendy,” said Kimberly, who was getting really nervous. I was afraid she might chicken out.
“Now, I’ve told you several times, but I can’t keep coming in here all night y’know,” said Wendy. By now, I could hear her breathing a little heavier. “So you all go to sleep right now or... I uh...”
My heart really began to throb as she stuttered.
“Or I’m afraid I’ll... I’ll have to get out my paddle! Now I know you don’t want that!”
“No Wendy,” said Kirsten. “We’re sorry. It’s just that it’s Friday night and we’re not that tired.”
“I know, sweetie, but you need you’re rest. So you all lay down, close your eyes... and your mouths and get some rest... okay?”
“Yes Wendy,” said Ashley.
“Good. Now if I have to come in here again, I’m... I’m gonna bring my paddle with me, okay?”
“Yes Wendy,” I said, trying not to giggle. And when the door closed, we sat quiet for a few minutes.
We looked at each other nervously. “Well, it’s almost time,” said Kirsten.
“Yeah,” said Ashley. “But this is getting like, real scary!”
“Oh, come on. Wendy’s nice. Besides, it’s fun.”
“Yeah, but how nice will she be when we make her mad?”
“Come on, Ashley,” said Kirsten. “She’s spanked me lots of times and I’m not scared... well, not much!”
“So, how long do we wait?” asked Kimberly.
“Oh, a little bit, so she won’t think we’re doing it on purpose,” said Kirsten.
And so Ashley brought her knees up and pulled her nightshirt over them. She wrapped her arms tightly around her knees and stared out the window. “I’m not afraid... I’m not afraid...” she kept whispering.
I realized that all the excitement had caused a little wet spot in my panties again. I was worried that once the light was turned on, everyone would see, especially Wendy. I wasn’t sure just how to hide it. But finally, I figured I’d ask about it, so maybe no one would be surprised. “So, do you ever notice that when you get excited you get a little... y’know... wet?”
Kirsten giggled, which didn’t help much. “You’re wet?”
“I didn’t say that!”
“But you are!”
“So?” I said. I knew my face had to be very red, but no one could tell with just the night light on. Everyone snickered again, this time a little louder. I was almost certain that Wendy heard us.
“Oh, come now, leave her alone,” said Kirsten. “Aren’t you all wet too?”
“No!” said Kimberly. “Well... maybe... I mean... a little.”
“You better be,” said Kirsten.
“Why?” asked Ashley.
“Because the more you are, the less it hurts!”
“How do you know?” asked Kimberly.
“I told you, I’ve been spanked by her lots of times and it wasn’t bad even though it kinda hurts!”
“Okay, okay,” said Kimberly. “I’ll do it. But you better be right about this!”
“I’ve never lied to you before, have I?”
“I guess not.”
And so we sat there. I thought I saw Ashley’s hand go down under her nightshirt to scratch an itch... and it wasn’t poison ivy either! And so we sat there like kids sitting in a scary movie. “We’ll let’s do it,” said Kirsten. “Why wait any longer?”
“My God, I’m so freaked out!” said Ashley.
“Relax,” said Kimberly. “It’s only a spanking!”
“I’m trying. Oh-mah-gawd I can’t believe we’re doing this!”
“Come on!” coaxed Kimberly as she reached out to tickle her on the back of her leg. Ashley squeaked and jumped.
“Come on, guys, we’ve got to make noise,” agreed Kirsten. With that, she tickled Kimberly on the foot.
“Aaaaah!” said Kimberly as she rolled over. Then, Kirsten tickled her on the back of her knees. Kimberly squealed and kicked. I wanted to tickle her because Kimberly has great legs for a twelve-year-old, but I simply grabbed my pillow and hit Kirsten with it. Soon we were had a mega-noisy pillow fight going. We laughed out loud because we all were scared now and knew Wendy would be here any second.
But that didn’t stop us from screaming like scared pre-schoolers when the door flew open and the light went on. We all gasped for air as we looked up at Wendy, standing right in the doorway with her wooden paddle in hand. We dropped our pillows at once and stared up at her pretty but frustrated eyes. We had done it! We were gonna get spanked and there was no turning back now. My bottom tingled again and I felt the weirdest feeling down there.
Thanks for reading. I have other stories posted on my personal site. You can e-mail me for the URL.