A Friend Who Cares 4

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A friend who cares is a friend who… spanks bare! – Chapter 4

On tuesday morning, the math quiz results came in. On her seat, in the classroom, Vicky looked at her results and winced - she instantly knew that they were not good enough.

As if on cue, Kenny looked over her shoulder, saw her results and tsk-tsked, startling her. "Not good, Vicks," he whispered to his friend. "I'm sorry, but you know what needs to happen now. After school, wait for me in the study and prepare yourself for a long lesson over my knee."

"B-but Kennyyyy...!" she whispered back. "You spanked me j-just yesterday... and the day before, too!"

"Then you shouldn't have misbehaved either of those days, if you don't like getting your butt tanned so often," he said. "Besides, you only got very light spankings yesterday. Your bottom has surely recovered by now. So stop your tantrum and pay attention to the teacher, and maybe that will help you to improve your grades on the next quiz."

Vicky tried to do as she was told, but it became increasingly difficult for her to pay attention in her next classes or, let alone that, to think of anything other than the punishment that awaited her at the end of the school day. She clenched her buns in nervous anticipation and sighed, trying to endure what proved to be a long, excruciating wait.

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And so it was that in the early afternoon, Vicky found herself sitting on an armless chair in the middle of the study, right in front of the large, mahogany desk. A few bookcases lined the walls around her, the books themselves had barely been touched in the last few years. Every piece of furniture in the room was made of wood, which, for some reason, gave Vicky the chills.

The seldom-used study had practically disappeared from the cartography of the apartment in Vicky's mind, as she had all but forgotten its existence. That is, until Kenny had brought it back with a vengeance into her life only a few weeks ago. Shortly after Kenny's hand had been awarded unlimited access to Vicky's naughty derriere, he had announced that the study would be the place where Vicky's shortcomings in school would be dealt with. So far they hadn't had a reason for using the room yet, but even so, it had definitely come back to Vicky's awareness when she was in the apartment, and she eyed it fearfully every time she passed it by - perhaps realizing that, considering her usual performance at school, it would only be a matter of time before the room would be put to use again.

And now that moment had come, and she waited on the chair -elbows on her knees and chin resting on her hands- for her best friend to arrive and teach her a long lesson in the very room of the apartment that had been designed for learning. She sighed as she tried to look, and feel, more impatient and annoyed than anything else, but the fright in her eyes and the gentle shivering of her legs betrayed her, as the terrifying moment drew closer with every tick of the clock and the unavoidability of her imminent fate overwhelmed her - she was going to get SPANKED!

She had probably been sitting there for less than fifteen minutes, although it had felt like hours to her, when the door finally crept open with a creaking, sinister sound that made her jump on her seat and she let out a comical yelp.

Kenny walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He walked slow, deliberate steps toward the cowering girl; steps that in Vicky's mind sounded like the heavy thumps of a big, strong authority figure, even though Kenny's build was that of a normal 14-year-old boy. Her attempts at showing an annoyed expression evaporated as sheer terror overtook her. She looked up at her friend's stern face, swallowed, made her best puppy-eyes and let out a pitiful whimper.

"Hi, Vicks," Kenny said, smiling. Then he walked around the seat and toward the big desk behind it. Why was he going there? "I see that you're failing to follow my instructions once again. We'll have to do something about that right now, before it becomes a habit."

"W-what?" Vicky said as she spun in her seat to see what he was doing. She saw him opening a desk drawer and rummaging inside. "W-what do you mean? I DID follow your instructions. I'm waiting for you in the study, like you said!"

"I said," he started to say, as he drew something from the drawer. "That you should wait for me here and PREPARE yourself for a long lesson over my knee. And I don't see you prepared at all, since you're still wearing your pants."

She stood up in a flash, and brought her hands to the fly of her pants, terrified of earning additional punishment. But then she saw the item he had drawn from the desk, and was now wielding in his hand, and she froze.

It was a wooden ruler. And not just any ruler, either - it was thicker and wider than any other ruler that Vicky had ever seen. It looked ancient, too, but not worn or damaged in any way. It looked like an old-school, HUGE ruler, sturdy enough to be mistaken for a short leg of a low chair. She thought it might have been her grandfather's, or maybe even her great-grandfather's.

She was still transfixed by the sight of the scary tool when Kenny sat on the armless chair she had just vacated and, without warning, swiftly pulled the surprised girl across his lap.

"H-HEY!" Vicky said, as her face stopped close to the floor and she felt her friend's left arm firmly gripping her waist.

"We'll start with a brief punishment for failing to follow instructions," he said. Then he raised the ruler up high and... *WHAP!* "Every time I find you waiting for me- *WHAP!* -with your pants still on, *WHAP!* you'll get an 'appetizer' spanking- *WHAP!* -before the main course! *WHAP!*

"OOWW! OK, OK, I'M SORRY! *WHAP!* OOWW! OH SHIT, THAT THING STINGS! *WHAP!* OOWW!"

"That reminds me- *WHAP!* -to remind you once again- *WHAP!* -that, sure, you can curse when we're alone, *WHAP!* like we sometimes do, but- *WHAP!* -not in front of Lucy and Beth, *WHAP!* like you were doing yesterday. *WHAP!*

"OOWW! OOKKK! *WHAP!* OOWW! I WON'T! I WON'T! *WHAP!* OOWW!”

"All right," he said, pausing the spanking for a moment. Then he patted her butt softly. "Lift this tushy up. We're moving on to the next stage."

Vicky grumbled but lifted her butt as he had asked. Then she felt his hands sneaking under her and start undoing the fly of her pants. "So we're finally getting to the 'main course'?" she said, in a sarcastic tone of voice.

"Not yet, actually," he said as he pulled her pants down to her knees, uncovering her white panties underneath. Then he pressed his index finger on her left butt cheek, over her panties, as if pointing. "These were also not supposed to be here. So you're also getting a few smacks over your panties BEFORE your real spanking begins."

Vicky groaned. "I am, like, SO surprised to hear that. I really can't get a break with you, can I, 'BFF'?"

Kenny sighed and let his hand rest on the curvature of her left bun. He waited a moment, thoughtful, before he spoke.

"Listen, Vicks, I know you think I was kind of harsh with you yesterday, but I really DID warn you to stop cursing in front of the girls before turning you over my knee. You have a real problem following instructions. Which is exactly why I'm doing these preliminary spankings right now."

"Yeah, well, maybe I do need to learn how to follow instructions, but maybe those brats were teasing me a little too much yesterday!" she said and tried to turn her face a little to meet Kenny's eyes.

"Well, maybe they did deserve a spanking as well and I overlooked it, but that does NOT excuse you from cursing in front of them, particularly when you had been warned not to do it. I... dammit, Vicks, you think this is an easy job for me?"

"What? For YOU? I'm the one who gets spanked, remember?"

"Yeah, and I'm the one who has to spank his BFF!" he said. The look in his eyes struck Vicky as something a little more emotional than she was used to seeing in him. "Look, I admit that spanking you may bring some... exciting sensations to me... but it's also a huge responsibility! I mean, if you were any other girl, I might only feel excitement I guess, but with you... well, I really DO care about you, and... and given the way you've been misbehaving more and more for the past couple of years, I am convinced that you really need this much discipline right now, you know? You need to get steered in the right direction! I really, really want that to happen. I want you to grow into a... well, into a smart, responsible woman. So, sometimes it breaks my heart a little to get harsh with you, but I WILL get harsh with you if it means it will help you!"

Vicky stared at her friend's eyes. She had never imagined that he might feel so strongly about all of this. She had just assumed that wielding spanking authority over her was simply a boon for him, but was it also a burden at some level? She was sure that Kenny enjoyed his task as her spanker -he had never bothered to hide that fact- but did he also really feel that strongly about the 'responsibility' of his new job? She was not entirely sure that she bought it.

Maybe it was too much to ask of both kids to be able to properly adjust to their new 'spanking' relationship so soon. Was Kenny sometimes being unfair with her as her spanker? Was she, in turn, being even more of a brat to him, now that he was spanking her? - she remembered the episode at the mall. Maybe the answer to both questions was simply that they were beginners in these new roles, and they needed more time to find a balance. She imagined a small, Vicky-faced angel whispering these arguments in her right ear. 'Besides,' Angel Vicky told her, folding her arms. 'You know he's right, girl. You DO need more discipline. Give him the benefit of the doubt."

Vicky nodded to herself, and she was almost convinced of this line of thought when *POOF!* a small, Vicky-faced demon appeared on her left shoulder. 'You've GOT to be kidding!' Demon Vicky said in her left ear. 'You're getting your butt roasted on a regular basis - by a BOY, no less? And you're buying all his 'responsibility' crap? Hell no, little lady! You know you're not one to hang her head and follow anyone's instructions. You're your own girl, and you'll do as you desire, just like you've always done! What you ARE going to do is get more payback from your so-called BFF, starting with doing something about that blondie crush of his!'

'Yes... yes, that's right!' Vicky thought. 'I don't care if he's fair or unfair, or if he feels one way or the other about spanking me, I'm not going to let myself be tamed by a 14-year-old boy! He's my friend and I love to hang out with him, but it's just too much fun to torment him! I'll get back at him for this, very, very soon...'

Vicky grinned as she thought about it and Demon Vicky smirked and nodded approvingly. On her right shoulder, Angel Vicky sighed and shook her head. 'Oh well, at least I tried,' Angel Vicky said, and shrugged. 'I guess you do need many more spankings before you start to come around, girl. Go on and give her a good one, Kenny!'

That last line brought Vicky back to reality, and the two miniature Vickys disappeared in a puff of smoke. Then, as if he had heard the little angel's command, Kenny resumed her spanking. *WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

Vicky jerked her body and kicked her legs and howled as her friend used the sturdy ruler to whack her posterior non-stop for the next couple of minutes. Then he paused and she felt his hand pat her buns twice - not too gently, as a matter of fact. "Lift up, Vicks," he said after the pats. "We're done with the preliminaries. Time for the main event."

She grumbled but lifted her butt, separating it a little from his lap. Then she felt his fingers grasp the waistband of her white panties and start peeling them down. She blushed - it was the first time that he unveiled her butt while she was in the OTK position, and for some reason she felt a new, different kind of humiliation about it.

"So we need to start talking about your quiz results," Kenny said as he gradually uncovered Vicky's crack. He smiled when the mole in the lower, inner side of her right butt cheek came into view - he'd always thought it looked so cute. "Now let's be honest here: Did you really study hard for the quiz?"

"Y-yes... I mean... we studied together, remember...?"

"We studied for about an hour. And I remember that you kept getting distracted with your cell phone half that time," he said. He had finished lowering her panties to the middle of her thighs, and was now fondling the soft, perky buns, as if to remind her that those buns were about to pay for her shortcomings. "And afterwards we agreed that we needed to study some more, each of us in our own homes. Did you do that?"

"W-well, I... I meant to, but... I was too busy doing chores, and... and..."

"Dammit, Vicks. I can't be here ALL the time, studying with you or making sure that you do everything that you're supposed to. And now you're lying, too: I know for a fact that you don't do any chores in this place. It's good that you mention it, though, since it reminds me that we should start changing that."

"Awww, man! That would be so lame!"

Kenny sighed. "Vicks, you really, really need to change your attitude. And right now we're here to adjust your attitude toward school. You need to study harder and you WILL study harder, or else you will keep getting what you're about to get. Understand?"

"Y-yes, but... Oh please, c-can't you spank me with your hand? That ruler stings like a BITCH! Pleeeaaaase?"

Kenny chuckled. "Don't be silly, that's EXACTLY what I need it to do: To make your butt sting for as long as possible, so this can be a lesson that you'll remember for a while. Now brace yourself," he said, as he strengthened the grip around her waist. "We're about to add some music to this conversation." *WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

The ruler struck again and again and again, with brief pauses in between for Kenny to lecture Vicky about school subjects like studying, paying attention in class, doing all of her homework, taking notes in class, stop playing with her cell phone at school, and several others. Vicky wailed and promised to do everything that he was instructing her to do. By the end, she could barely speak through her loud crying, and limited herself to nodding in response to his instructions.

The session lasted more than she had imagined it would last, and when it finally ended she was one very sorry little girl who sincerely intended to study harder for her next exams, if only to avoid the agonizing burn on her tail that had her bawling and dancing around the room at the moment.

Kenny put the ruler back in the desk drawer and waited for Vicky to stop her dancing and calm down, which proved to be longer than a short wait. Afterwards, he hugged and comforted her with soothing words, but made sure to point out one last time that they would be visiting that same room every time that her performance at school was unsatisfactory. Vicky wept and nodded in response as she rubbed her scorched behind with both hands.

Angel Vicky popped up over her right shoulder, took a peek behind Vicky’s back and smiled in satisfaction at the sight of the girl's reddened bum. 'Good work, Kenny,' Angel Vicky said, even though Vicky was sure that Kenny could not see or hear her. 'I hope this makes you think twice before skipping hours of study, girl,' the winged, miniature girl said.

"Believe me, *sniff*, it will," Vicky said.

"What?" Kenny said. "What will what? I didn't ask anything."

"Uh, nothing, I was talking to myself..." Vicky said, feeling silly. "You want to, um... watch TV or something? I think The X-Factor is on..."

"Sure. I brought some ice cream, by the way. I put it in the freezer before joining you here. It's Rocky Road - your favorite!"

Vicky smiled. "Oh man, I could really use some Rocky Road right now. Bring it on!"

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The kids enjoyed themselves for the rest of the afternoon, and Vicky felt quite better after a little while, even though the sting on her butt remained prickling her for the rest of day, reminding her of the lesson she'd received. But she was surprised at how quickly, while cheering and laughing alongside Kenny at the participants of the reality show, she was already feeling her spirit lifted. She just had too much fun with him all the time and they shared a very similar sense of humor. It turned out to be a very pleasant rest-of-the-day, after all.

At night, as Vicky lay on her bed -bottom-up, of course- she wondered about several things, not least of all the question of 'how long will that stupid ruler-sting last, anyway? I mean, it's been hours!' But mostly she thought about the next day, when she was going on a double date to the movies with Kenny, Lindsey and *gasp* Danny Thompson! Would the handsome, blonde boy pay any attention to her?

In a puff of smoke, Demon Vicky popped up on her left shoulder. 'You're forgetting another important question,' the smirking, pointy-tailed figure said. 'Will there be any opportunities there to embarrass Kenny in front of Lindsey? And the answer is: Hell, yes, there will be!'

Another puff of smoke. On Vicky's right shoulder, Angel Vicky adjusted her halo and looked quite annoyed. 'Don't listen to her, Vicky! You have to behave yourself. Kenny was the one who helped you set up a date with Danny in the first place, remember? He's your friend and he's trying to help you.'

'Yeah, and he's also the one who roasted your butt damned good today!' Demon Vicky said. 'Oh, and the day before. And the day before that. It's his turn to have a red pair of cheeks for a change, even if it's the cheeks on his face! You know you love to torture him, girl. Just picture his blushing face and his mortified eyes. Don't fool yourself, you can't resist it!'

"Oh, hell with it," Vicky said, a sinister smile forming on her face. "I can't help myself. It’s true, I want to see him cringe!"

Angel Vicky sighed and walked down the length of Vicky's back while Demon Vicky celebrated and started whispering ideas in Vicky's left ear. The tiny angel slid down the valley of Vicky's lower back and then climbed the rounded hillside of her right buttock. Hands on her hips, the winged apparition contemplated the pink landscape below her feet.

'I AM trying, really,' Angel Vicky said as she crouched down and patted the soft, warm flesh, sympathetically. She seemed to be talking to Vicky's rear end itself. "But I'm afraid that you'll probably be in the spotlight again very soon. And I guess you'd better get used to it, by the looks of it.'

To be continued...

(The End)