LIFE WITH STACEY  Ch 1, part 3--The Slumber Party

mom and dad are gone ."

The boys started to snicker. Betsy was wobbly from the whiskey. Stacey's eyes narrowed. "Hmmm...it's obvious what you kids have been up to. Betsy, you know better. In fact you all do. Boys, I think it's time for you to go. Girls and Will, we're going to have a little talk."

The boys beat a hasty retreat in the face of Stacey's stony expression. Stacey picked up the liquor bottle. "Chevas Regal...well at least you have good taste." Then she put her hands on her hips and shook her head," Seriously Betsy, getting into the booze? What were you thinking? What would your parents say?" Betsy and the girls just stood there shamefacedly looking at each other.

"You know I should send you all home and tell your parents why," said Stacey addressing the girls. "But I doubt you want that."

"Yes, Stacey, please don't tell my mom, we'll clean up and everything, just don't tell," pleaded Julie.

"My dad would have a cow," groaned Beth. "Let us stay, please?"

"Well girls, we have a little system around here for handling naughtiness," started Stacey. Betsy's hands flew to her mouth. "No not that!" she squeaked.
"Well what would you have me do, Betsy, pat you on the head and tell you not to do it again? You all need to be taught a lesson in respecting limits. Not one of you can seriously think that it was ok to get into the liquor, can you?" The woeful looks told her the answer.

"Ok then. I think it's time for a double round of swats poker."
"Oh my God," groaned Betsy.

"Huh?" questioned Sally, confused, "What's swats poker?"

"Here is the choice, girls--you too Will--we either play two rounds of swats poker or I call your parents. You all have to agree in order to stay."

"What's swats poker?" shouted Julie and Beth, almost in unison.

"It's a very simple game girls. You draw a card. The number on that card is the number of swats you get from me with a wooden paddle, right on your naughty behinds. If you want to have this slumber party tonight you can have it sleeping on your tummies." Stacey folded her arms and gave them a look that said 'I mean business'. "It's that or go home now."

The girls looked sheepishly at each other.

"I don't want to go home," ventured Beth, "I'd have to explain to mom what happened...that could end up worse than ...this."

Julie nodded. "I might end up bending over my bed with dad using his belt on me...so I guess I'll take a chance with the poker thing."

Sally was incredulous. "You guys get spanked?! Still?" Julie and Beth just looked sheepishly at each other. Beth spoke up, "You might have noticed, Sally, that we don't get grounded nearly as much as you. Our parents punish us another way."

"I don't believe this! We're 15, not babies." But Beth continued.

"Mom has this little paddle she got. It says "heat-for-the-seat" on it and she warms my seat with it when I act up or get in trouble. I even have to get it for her. It hangs on a peg in the kitchen pantry. She sits in a chair in the rec room, and I have to hand her the paddle and ask her to correct me for my behavior. Then I have to get across her lap. I'm usually dressed in my pj's or a t-shirt and panties. If I'm really bad the bottoms come down and I get it bare. Then she spanks. Hard. And she doesn't stop until I'm crying. I try to be brave but after awhile I'm kicking and bawling like a baby. And my butt--it's usually red as a tomato afterwards. So yeah, I still get it."

"My dad uses a belt and does it ever sting," said Julie. " We go up to my room and I have to bend over the end of the bed. He lets me keep my panties on, but I have to lower my jeans or lift my dress. I get one lick for each year old I am, usually. It really hurts and makes red welts on my butt."

"You guys!" exclaimed a shocked Sally. "This is incredible. I don't know...spanked! Like a kid. Wow!"

"C'mon, Sally, the rest of us are in. How about it?" asked Julie.

"Yeah, Sally, don't go home. You might get lucky, even," ventured Betsy.

"Well, ok," said Sally, reluctantly, "but does he have to be here?" Indicating Will.

Stacey took control. "It was ok to play strip poker with Will here, wasn't it? So it should be ok for you to witness each other's paddlings."

Everybody just stood there, not knowing what to say. Stacey was still dressed for the pool and was wearing her swimsuit under a short terrycloth robe. She tossed the robe aside to reveal her magnificent athletic figure clad only in a one piece tank suit.

"Ok, girls, who's first? Let's either do this or you can go home right now." Stacey stood there, arms folded, waiting.

"I'll get it over with, I guess..." said Beth, unsure of herself, but unwilling to call her folks and explain. "So how do we do this?"

"Betsy, go get the cards--and the spankin' paddle--you know where it is."

Betsy left with a glum look to fetch the requested articles. She returned a minute later with a deck of cards and the little paddle. Everyone eyed the paddle warily as Stacey sat down at the kitchen table and placed the paddle next to her. Holding the deck she gestured to Beth. Beth sat down. "You ready?" Beth gulped nervously and nodded. "Want to cut the cards?" Beth shook her head, no.

"Here goes. I'm going to burn the first card." Stacey flipped over the queen of diamonds. Beth let out a "whew!" Next card was it. 7 of clubs.
"That's 7 licks Beth--on your panties. Up you get, let's go."

Beth rose cautiously and the duo moved into the den. Beth wore cutoff jeans.

"Take your shorts down, Beth."

Beth complied, blushing furiously. She unsnapped the garmet and rucked it down so that it fell to her ankles. She had on green nylon panties that hugged her cheeks like a second skin. She also had a cute rear encased in those panties.

"Bend over Beth, hands touching your knees. Don't get up until I say. If you do, that one doesn't count."

Beth bent over, sticking her butt out. Stacey stood back, measuring the distance with the paddle. Beth flinched as she felt a light practice pat or two and then Stacey raised the paddle. Crack! Crack!...Crack! The 7 cracks were delivered with firm, wrist snapping strokes of Stacey's arm. Each swat flattened Beth's little seat momentarily and left a broad swath of red. Beth squealed and "ouched" her way through it, but managed to hold on through all of them. She straightened up rubbing her ass.

"How was it?" asked Sally, her eyes as big as saucers.

"It stings, you guys...really stings!" said Beth emphatically, nodding her head. The rest of the girls had crestfallen looks on their faces.

"Next?" queried Stacey. No one volunteered.

"Will, I think it's you. C'mon be a man."

Will didn't want to be a wuss in front of the girls so he got the deck and handed it to Stacey as nonchalantly as he could manage. Stacey reshuffled and dealt Will one card face up. Will choked when he saw the queen of hearts.

"Uh oh, Will. Looks like you got unlucky." Stacey grabbed the paddle, walked over and seated herself on the chair. She patted her knees. "Come here Will".

"Oh, no Stacey, not like that. Not like some little kid." Will was deeply shamed at the thought of being put over Stacey's knee like a ten year old.

"You know the rule, Will, ten or more has to be over my lap. I don't want to waste time getting you to stay in position."

With a groan Will approached Stacey. He stopped when he was standing by her right knee.

"Ok, Will, my man, take 'em down. Let's get that fanny bare."

Grimacing and wishing a hole would open up and swallow him, Will dragged his shorts then his underpants down to his knees. The girls tittered at Will's exposure. From his belly button to his knees he was all white butt and burgeoning male genitalia. Blushing ten shades of red Will bit his lip and lowered himself across Stacey's sturdy thighs. Stacey pulled him over a bit more, then she hitched her right knee up on a bottom rung of the chair to prop Will's cute butt up even higher. To Will, the feel of his penis in contact with Stacey's bare thighs was electrifying and he blushed more as his hardness began to grow. He was sure she could feel it but she didn't say anything.

She clamped her arm over Will's back and hefted the paddle. "Ready Will?"
Will emitted a muffled yes and Stacey brought the paddle down to deliver a stinging Whap! to the fattest part of Will's sit spot. Then whap! whap! whap! Stacey spanked away with hard deliberate smacks that made Will squirm, lifting his legs in response to each solid lick. Will scrunched his face up in reaction to the paddle's sharp sting. This was incredibly embarrassing. The paddle stung his seat terribly but Will vowed not to cry out. Whap! whap! whap! Stacey administered the last 3 swats with gusto, square across the divide of both chubby cheeks. Yeow! yeow! and yeow! thought Will, but he did not yelp.

Eyes beginning to water slightly, Will felt Stacey lift him upright. "All done, Will," said Stacey cheerily. Will just hissed through his teeth and rubbed for a moment before he remembered the giggling girls watching him in his distress, then hurriedly pulled his pants back up.

As hostess Betsy was next. She drew a 9 of hearts and had to tug down her shorts and pink nylon panties and bend over. It was tough to hold still  for Stacey to give her 9 solid pops to her bare fanny. Julie was next. She drew a 10 of spades. While she didn't have to bare everything, it was still embarrassing for her to skin her pedal pushers down and stick her cute butt out to take the 10 licks across white cotton panties.

Then it was Sally's turn. Sally was a cute petite girl with auburn hair tied back in a ponytail. She was well developed for her 15 years and had high set perky breasts and a well rounded, cheeky behind. Her hand trembled as she cut the cards. Stacey burned a three of clubs. Sally groaned. The next card up was an ace of diamonds. "No!" she squealed in dismay, hands clapped to her cheeks. She flushed at the realization that she was to be upended over Stacey's knees, bared and paddle-spanked 15 times.

"Hmm...bad luck for your first time Sally. Well let's get it over with, shall we?" said Stacey assuming her seat on the "throne of justice", the armless chair. "Drop your shorts and get over my knee. C'mon, quickly, we have to go around again. No stalling."

Sally nervously, with trembling fingers fumbled with the clasp on her shorts and slowly eased them down. Her plump girlish fanny was clad in white nylon panties. She stood next to Stacey on her right and, licking her lips, snugged them down to her knees. Stacey pulled her across, bottoms up and clamped an arm over her back.

"Ok, Sally, 15 licks. This will sting." Stacey lifted the paddle to shoulder level and brought it down smartly with a sharp crack!

"Yeow!"

Sally screamed from the first lick to the last. The little paddle seared her never-before-spanked bottom with a heat Sally found quite unbelieveable. Will noticed that Sally's bottom jiggled and wobbled more than the others in response to the splats of the paddle. Sally kicked too. At each sharp smack her head flew back and her body jerked as she gave out a shrill yelp of pain. She would have fallen off Stacey's lap if Stacey had not had her in such a good grip.

Round one completed, Betsy asked if they could have a break before playing round two. Stacey thought about it, then said, "Ok, if you are all in--no begging off later." Then in a milder tone she said, "The condemned get a last meal. We'll order out for pizza and you all can cool off. In the meantime go change into your PJ's. We'll do round two after supper."

By the time the pizza came, the mood had changed. What had seemed scary and painful at first was now beginning to feel like an exciting game, like the strip poker they had played. The girls came back down in their PJ's. There was an assortment of shorty nightgowns that barely covered their matching panties, nightshirts that reached only to mid thigh, and long silky nightgowns that clung to the curves underneath. Will had on short PJ pants and a top.

They sat around giggling and expectant now, as the pizza was divvied up. There was a lot of nervous excitement in the air. Will's PJ pants were developing a tent as his eyes drank in the girls' developing bodies in the skimpy nightwear. Stacey was eating with them like she was one of the gang, which must have made everyone feel better, but at the same time, all were acutely aware of her role as disciplinarian in the drama to come. The table got quiet as they realized that supper was almost over. They all knew what that meant.

"Well, kids," announced Stacey, wiping her fingers with a napkin, "looks like it's time to pay the piper. Let's go into the den, shall we?"

There were grimaces and groans as the five unfortunates got up from the table and began to slowly make their way into the den. They all stood around as Stacey dragged a sturdy armless chair from the dining room into the middle of the den. Satisfied with its position, she retieved the spankin' paddle from the dining room table and sat down on the couch, paddle in hand. She laid it on the couch and shuffled the cards lying on the coffee table in front of it. All watched these preparations with growing anxiety. A few hands surrepetitiously rubbed soon-to-flaming fannies.

"Ok, kids, this is it. We'll go in the order of high card--this is just for the order now, not what you get." Stacey shuffled the cards again and looked up. All eyes were fastened on her.

Stacey dealt Julie a king, Betsy a 5, Beth a jack, Sally a 9 and Will a 3.

Stacey looked at Julie. "Well, Julie, looks like you're 'it'. Pick a card."
She fanned out the cards on the table top. Julie hesitantly selected a card and flipped it over. It was a 5 of clubs. A good draw.

"That was lucky, Julie. You only get 5--and with your panties on, too," said Sally, still smarting from the bare fanny whacking meted out to her virgin bottom earlier that evening.

"They're going to be good ones though," laughed Stacey. "OK, Julie," she said, flipping the chair around, "bend over the back and pull up your nightshirt."

Julie obediently bent over the back of the chair and lifted her nightshirt to reveal a cute panty-clad teenage bottom. Stacey instructed her to grip the front edges of the chair.

"Ok, now...hold still," said Stacey patting the chubby rounds with the paddle. Crack! The paddle smacked down flattening the cheeks momentarily. Crack! Another one. Julie squirmed. Crack! This one elicited an "Ow! ow!" and some stamping of feet. To the others watching, it looked as though Stacey had not slacked off one bit. The paddle whacks were hard.

Beth wasn't as lucky. She scrunched up her face as a ten of diamonds landed on the table in front of her. So Beth slowly pulled up a long silky blue nightgown, baring well formed legs. In the meantime Stacey had flipped the chair around and sat down. Beth gathered the nightgown at her front exposing brief french cut panties that matched the gown. With a groan she laid herself over Stacey's knee. In a businesslike manner Stacey yanked the little panties down baring Beth's well rounded bottom cheeks. She took up the paddle and cracked it down 10 times with a few seconds between each swat, right across the center crease of the nubile teenage fanny. Beth was yelping by number 5. Will was becoming incredibly aroused at the sight of the jiggling bottoms being spanked by the stern blonde goddess. He dropped his hands to his crotch to cover up the evidence of his condition.

Sally, the cutest of the four was unlucky again, drawing a king of clubs.
"Oh, no," she cried, when she saw the card.

"Well, at least you get to keep your pants up," said Beth, now ruefully rubbing her just-scorched butt.

This was scant consolation to Sally who had the plumpest bottom of all the girls there--and the barest, since for PJ's she had packed a filmy baby doll nighty with matching panties that did not adequately cover the burgeoning bottom cheeks that Will could observe peeking out from the bottom hem of the nighty. Indeed when Sally was flipped across Stacey's knee and the nighty lifted, Sally's succulent teenage behind was all but naked. Pink and vulnerable, it perched across Stacey's knee like a ripe peach, half covered by wispy panties that resembled little more than a thong bisecting the plump curves. The spanking started and Will was once again treated to the sight of a wobbling, jiggling pair of cheeks alternately flattening and rebounding in response to the sharp cracks of the paddle. Sally's shrill protests rang in Will's ears along with the accompanying retorts from the sound of the paddle impacting teenage girl flesh. Stacey let Sally up and she whooped and did a shameful "war dance."

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" shrieked Sally, hopping from foot to foot. Will noticed the jiggle of the developing boobies under the thin top of the nighty.

Stacey just shook her head. "It's what you deserve, Sally. Ok, Betsy, you're next. Pick a card."

Betsy held her breath and drew a 6 of hearts. Blushing, she hoisted her nightshirt and skinned down her panties. She bent over and put her hands on her knees while Stacey delivered a resounding "6 of the best" to the crowns of her sit-spot.

Now it was Will's turn once again. The girls positioned themselves to get a good look. Will gritted his teeth and drew an 8 of diamonds. This was good news and bad news. He would be spared the humiliating prospect of being put across Stacey's knee like a ten-year-old, but he had to take down his PJ's. And when he did, all the girls would see his boner.

"Ok, Will, bend over the chair and slip 'em down--8 swats on the bare. That's what you get."

Gingerly Will slid the shorts down baring his buttocks and exposing his penis which was now sticking straight out, to the gaze of the interested girls.

"Wow, look at that," gasped Sally. "I've never seen one like that before."

"That's because you don't have brothers," said Julie. "I once caught Jim jerking off in the bathroom and he's 17. It was long and hard like that until he spurted all this white stuff all over the bathroom."

"Will is excited because he got to see us all get our hiney's spanked," said Beth. "I'll bet it goes down when Stacey starts warming his butt with that paddle."

But it didn't. As painful as the sharp licks from the paddle were, and as much as they stung Will's seat, the boner remained. The sight of Stacey in her sexy outfit and the sights and sounds of the 4 teenage girls being paddled in revealing underwear continued to inflame Will's senses even as the paddle imparted its painful message.

Crack! "Ouch!" Smack! "Ouch!" Will grunted each "ouch" under his breath. The 8 licks were excruciating on top of his earlier paddle-spanking, and there were tears in his eyes when Stacey finished. But he did not cry in front of the girls--although it took nearly all he had to hold back breaking down and blubbering like a baby.

On top of all that they had to go to bed early. Stacey sent them all to their rooms at midnight. There wasn't much argument. The girls were feeling the effects of the alchohol and coming down from the adrenaline rush of the "spanking party". They were fading by midnight.

Will laid in bed, his ass still tingly and itchy hot. The pain had subsided, though, and his thoughts turned to the evening's events. The arousal he had lost earlier returned. His fingers found his stiffening penis and he stroked his hard member, recalling the paddlings of his sister and her friends. In his mind's eye he could see bouncing teenage butts and hear the cracks of the paddle. He dwelled especially on the memory of Sally, bottom bare, bounding and squirming over Stacey's knee while Stacey applied spank after burning spank to her plumply rounded cheeks. He could see Stacey, her nipples hard and poking out against the fabric of the tank suit and, later, her blouse. Wait a minute, he thought, why would her nipples be hard?

This thought puzzled him as he rose. He was hungry, he decided. Time for a snack. The master bedroom was at the opposite end of the hall from Will's room. The girls were camped out in sleeping bags in the rec room downstairs. As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard a faint moan. It was coming from the master bedroom. He could see the light under the door. Stacey was awake. A surge of excitement shot through him--what was she doing?

It was an older house with heavy doors and old-style locks. There was a large keyhole in the door, big enough to see through and to view almost the entire room inside. Will couldn't resist. As he crept closer, a characteristic dry splatting sound could be heard. Will bent down and pressed his eye to the hole. What he saw would fuel his imagination, and he would replay it over and over in years to come.

Stacey was kneeling on the bed looking over her shoulder. She had apparantly pulled the standing dressing mirror that usually stood in the corner over to the foot of the bed. She was naked. Her golden skin was reflected in the soft lamplight of the room. Her buttocks were thrust toward the mirror and she was spanking them briskly with the spankin' paddle, left-right-left-right and jerking her hips. With her head turned and looking back over her shoulder, she could see the paddle's impact. Her buttocks were rosy as there was a distinct "cottontail" where her swimsuit had covered her bottom. With her other hand she was rubbing her slit vigorously, the bed squeaking softly as she humped up and down. Will could hear her whisper as she spanked her quivering nates. "Bad girl ...bad girl ...ooh naughty...you deserve a good spanking..."

Will was stunned. A flood of excitement produced a warm flush all over. His penis stood straight out, hard as steel. He touched himself as he watched, overcome by desire. His goddess engaged in her own solitary act of self pleasure...and she was spanking herself. Had the evening's events triggered this. Had the spanking of teenage bottoms, both girls and boys, given rise to feelings of lust? Or had she spanked them because of the lust, knowing she would satisfy herself later? Or was she ashamed and needed punishment herself?

Will wished at that moment that he was ten years older. A man, a boyfriend perhaps. He would catch her pleasuring herself. She would turn, startled, and drop the paddle. He would crook his finger at her, smiling--"naughty, naughty" he'd say. Before she could react he'd grab her and turn her across his knee. He'd deliver a lusty and vigorous spanking that would redden her fanny. She would squeal for mercy and he would scold her like a child. As he imagined the scene and drank in the image of Stacey's nude self-paddling and masturbation, he stroked his cock, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body.

He was on the verge of cumming when he heard a creak on the stair behind him. Partially turning he spied Sally, still in the flimsy baby doll. He pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhh" he said quietly.

Sally slid up next to him. "I couldn't sleep and I heard something. What are you doing?"

Will just indicated that she should look in the keyhole. "Oh my God!" she whispered, "She's spanking herself and...and...oh look!"

A new noise was heard. A soft buzzing, like a small motor. "Lemme see," said Will. When he he bent to the door he saw Stacey had dropped the paddle and was now sliding a long cream colored object in and out of her pussy. Will had heard about such things. Vibrators. Dildoes. She was fucking herself with it and moaning. Her jerking and humping became faster. Sally demanded to see. By pressing their faces together and backing up a bit they could both see through the keyhole. Sally grasped Will's hand. He could feel her body next to his.

The jerking spasms of orgasm hit Stacey. Her whole body quivered in response. Breathlessly the two teenagers watched until the spasms subsided and Stacey collapsed across the bed face down, moaning softly.

Will figured they'd better beat it before Stacey came out of her lust-induced haze and heard them. He motioned for Sally to follow him. They went to Will's room and closed the door.

"Oh my God, did you see that? I can't believe it!" Sally was clearly excited. "Ohhh...look at you," she said, now noticing Will's penis which had slipped out through the front of his shorts and was practically grazing Sally's leg. Will blushed but Sally felt bolder. Here was a chance to find out something about boys.

"Can I touch it?" she asked, staring at the hard member that was almost poking her in the thigh. Will nodded and Sally folded her hand around his stiffness. Will sucked in his breath. Her touch had sent a surge of pleasure thriugh him.

"Does that hurt?" Will shook his head, no.

"It feels great. You can do it some more. Slide your fingers back and forth." Sally started a gentle pumping motion. "Yeah, like that...ooh...ah, not too fast or I might shoot." The pleasure was maddening. Then Will wondered about Sally.

"Wait. Stop for a minute. Did you see that Stacey was putting something in her...her..."

"Pussy?" said Sally. Will blushed. "Yeah," he said. "Is that where girls, you know, get pleasure?"

"You can touch me there. I'll show you." Sally guided Will's fingers into the soft folds of her labia. She was slick with feminine arousal.

"Oooh...yeah. Just slide your finger along the outside of my cunny. Oh...oh..." she gasped and moaned as Will slid his fingers along her slit. "Just massage it a little right here, in front," she said guiding Will's fingers to the bud of her little clitoris. "Mmmm...you do me and I'll do you."

They stood facing each other, Will finger-fucking Sally and Sally jerking off Will. "Mfff...unhhh...unnng," moaned both teenagers as their mutual manipulations rocketed each towards orgasm. They were jerking around like puppets. Sally had gripped Will's penis and was now sliding the loose skin back and forth across the hard muscle. Will's fingers were massaging Sally's little pleasure button and sliding along her slit. Sally's body went stiff and she convulsed in orgasm moaning "oh...oh...ah...." At the same time Will erupted spewing thick jets of spunk onto Sally' nighty. Their moaning almost gave them away.

Later they swore each other to secrecy. They would never tell anyone what they had done. They talked into the night. About the spankings. About Stacey. Later Sally asked shyly, "want to do it again?"







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