Gwen's Punishment (commission for Only Me)

Regarding Gwen's spanking - i would like to continue it too. Just thought how to make it more a game and less a story and I think I came up with an idea. Maybe your advices will be one of 2 or 3 choices available and purpose of the spanking is to break Gwen. Only 1 advice would be the correct one leading to that end. You would have several "rounds" of different questions and advices and you have to indicate correct one each time, otherwise you fail. If you fail Mrs. Boswick complains to your mother and maybe they will punish you together? Maybe to complicate the story, Gwen can promise you something if her spanking is not so bad :-) I wonder what do you think? I LOVE your idea for Gwen's Punishment story. More gameplay is always good with me! It does take me a bit longer to complete when I have to make lots of different "rounds," but I definitely think I could create a great story/game with what you described. With 5-6000 words, I'd be able to have at least 5 separate "rounds" to complete correctly, plus a "Good Ending" (breaking Gwen) and a "Bad Ending (spanked with Gwen by Ms. Boswick and mother). I'm estimating that would be 6000 words, which is $120. If you'd like to go a bit smaller, I can. But I would be ready to begin this story whenever you are! Regarding Gwen story - reason for spanking is that she lied about rubbing but I thought it could be better if her sister rattle on her not that she admit it herself (may lead to another story of revange later on if we have ideas for that). I will send you money later today. I think that we can start slowly (would be strange to jump on each other at once) - maybe Gwen allows close (very close) inspection on damage made to her butt and some blowjob or cunni? Can't wait to play BR then :-) 3 more days :-) Ohh, I haven't known that story has some fans already :-) Do they know continuation is coming? Looking at comments under BR, humiliation part has some fans too. Any other ideas may be connected to revange on Gwen's sister that may not go as planned and maybe sister would have main saying in the punishment coming (so MC and Gwen may try some bargain before) and she would have final word when punishment ends (of course she will not be satysfied after initial appologies) but for now I do not have any particular view except what I have written above.

(set:$h="on")(set:$refused=0)(set:$gwen_spanking=$gwen_spanking+1){  }(if:$gwen_spanking is 1)[Gwen assumes the position, and after tapping her bottom twice to line up the swing, Mrs. Boswick begins her spanking.(if:$maximizer is 3)[ You know from experience that the combination of //water// and //glycerine// on a bare bottom is the //best// way to make every stroke sting like hell. Gwen's shiny bottom is feeling every //inch// of that belt in the highest definition possible! (transition:"dissolve")[(color:green)[**MAXIMUM PUNISHMENT!**]]](set:$strokes=5)(set:$soreness=$soreness+($strokes*$maximizer)) (display:"LIVE SPANKING")]{  }(if:$gwen_spanking is 2)[With hardly another moment's pause, Gwen's spanking continues.(if:$maximizer is 2)[ You notice immediately that Mrs. Boswick has perfected her form! That one practice stroke that took your breath away was enough to get her into the //swing// of things...//literally.// She plants her feet and follows through, and every //spank// makes Gwen's poor bottom //shudder!" (transition:"dissolve")[(color:green)[**MAXIMUM PUNISHMENT!**]]](set:$strokes=8)(set:$soreness=$soreness+($strokes*$maximizer)) (display:"LIVE SPANKING")]{  }(if:$gwen_spanking is 3)[Gwen's spanking continues.(if:$maximizer is 5)[ The wooden spoon is perfect for creating bruises, and she's aiming for Gwen's sit spots! Occasionally, she pinches one cherry-red cheek and takes a //whack// at Gwen's arsehole, hard enough that your own butt clenches sympathetically. She wields the wooden spoon like a natural. (transition:"dissolve")[(color:green)[**MAXIMUM PUNISHMENT!**]]](set:$strokes=10)(set:$soreness=$soreness+($strokes*$maximizer)) (display:"LIVE SPANKING")]{  }(if:$gwen_spanking is 4)["Before we begin," Mrs. Boswick says, "I want you to take off //all// of your clothes." She sets her mouth hard, but you can still see a glimmer in her eye. "You'll take the rest of your punishment //naked//." Gwen's jaw drops. "W-What?!" She looks rapidly from her mother to you and back. "N-Naked?! But --" Mrs. Boswick holds up her hands. "Don't you //dare// complain! You know what //that// will mean..." Gwen closes her mouth, but her lip still trembles. "If you are //embarrassed,//" Mrs. Boswick goes on, "//good//. You //should// be embarrassed after the way you behaved. Now, clothes off, back in position. We don't have all day." Seeing Gwen reluctantly pull her shirt over her head and then, at her mother's direction, unclip her bra, you start to wish you //did// have all day. Gwen has a beautiful body: her skin is milky white and pale (except her red face and butt cheeks), and her nipples are stiff at the ends of her small but well-shaped breasts. As she resumes the position, her red bottom in the air and her hair falling over her blushing face, you struggle to contain your excitement. Satisfied, Mrs. Boswick steps forward. "There," she says. "That's better."(if:$maximizer is 5)[ After two rounds of cornertime, Gwen's sore bottom is starting to bruise nicely. Plus, you've had her wet her heinie //and// the belt...which means this next round is going to //smart//...(transition:"dissolve")[(color:green)[**MAXIMUM PUNISHMENT!**]]](set:$strokes=10)(set:$soreness=$soreness+($strokes*$maximizer)) [[Continue|LIVE SPANKING]]]{  }(if:$gwen_spanking is 5)[Gwen's spanking continues.(if:$maximizer is 2)[ A cable spanking on a bright red and bruised bottom is one of the most miserable punishments any naughty brat can endure. Now Gwen is about to get hers, and once she tastes that awful wrap-around, her hot-crossed buns will be stinging for weeks! (transition:"dissolve")[(color:green)[**MAXIMUM PUNISHMENT!**]]]{ (if:$implement is "belt")[(set:$strokes=5)] (if:$implement is "wooden spoon")[(set:$strokes=(random:10,20))] (if:$implement is "cable")[(set:$strokes=(random:20,30))](set:$soreness=$soreness+($strokes*$maximizer))} (display:"LIVE SPANKING") [[Continue|END SPANKING]]]

Gwen's mother stands back to look at her daughter's bottom. Gwen is lying over the armrest with her panties down at her ankles, her long-sleeved pale green shirt her only covering. Her pale bottom is on display, back arched and legs straight. It's quite a sight: Gwen's buttocks are road and as pale as a full moon, and her long, slender legs are lean. She turns, glancing at you quickly over her shoulder before her face blooms bright red and she looks away. "Now, tell me," Mrs. Boswick says to you, "in preparing for a spanking...does your mother have you do anything other than pull down your pants?" //Ohohoooo, **does** she...// you think. But you bite your lip. (color:green)[**What should you tell Mrs. Boswick to do?**] [[Nothing]<0| [Have her wet her bottom]<1|(if:$inventory contains "glycerine")[ [Half glycerine, half water]<Correct| [All glycerine]<2|]]<choice|{ }(click:?0)[(replace:?choice)["No, ma'am," you say benignly, "That's all." "Hmmm," Mrs. Boswick says suspiciously. But she nods in the direction of Gwen's naked bottom and says, "Alright. Then let's begin..."(set:$maximizer=.5) [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]{ }(click:?1)[(replace:?choice)["My mother always makes me wet my bottom first," you say, flushing slightly. "It...//enhances// the sting." Gwen flashes you a dirty look over her shoulder, but her mother doesn't notice. Mrs. Boswick only nods. "Ah, yes. Gwen, go wet your bottom in the bathroom." She claps her hands. "Quickly, now, quickly!" Gwen groans softly as she stands and steps out of her underwear. Nude from the waist down, she pads into the bathroom and you hear the water of the bathtub running. When she returns, she's dripping -- the //pat pat pat// of the water follows her footsteps. She resumes her position with cold water trailing down her legs. Her bottom is slick and shiny with wetness. "Good," Mrs. Boswick says approvingly. "Now let's begin..."(set:$maximizer=1) [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]{ }(click:?2)[(replace:?choice)["My mother likes to use the glycerine -- in fact, she gave me some," you say. You hold up the bottle of glycerine, and you see (out of the corner of your eye) Gwen's eyes go wide. "Oohhh," Mrs. Boswick says, taking it from our hands. She holds the glycerine to the light to read the label. "And this makes it sting more?" she says. "A //lot// more," you admit, blush creeping into your cheeks. Mrs. Boswick nods enthusiastically. She squirts some of the glycerine into her palm, them rubs Gwen's heinie until it shines brightly beneath the light. Gwen squirms slightly and bites her lip -- you know from experience how //cold// the air feels on your tushy after the slick glycerine has been applied. "There," Mrs. Boswick says, satisfied. Gwen glances back at her shiny bottom, trepidation in her eyes. "Now, let's begin..."(set:$maximizer=2) [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]{ }(click:?Correct)[(replace:?choice)["My mother...well, she's found the best effect is with //half// water, //half// glycerine," you say, wringing your hands behind your back. "Is that so?" Mrs. Boswick says. She turns to Gwen. "Half and half?" "Half and half," you reply. "It makes it sting, //and// it lasts longer than glycerine alone. I would know..." Your face flushes hot. Mrs. Boswick nods her agreement. "Do you have some glycerine, then?" You hold out the bottle, and Mrs. Boswick commands Gwen to go to the bathroom and splash some water on her rear. Gwen flashes you a furious look as she passes, padding her way half naked to the bathroom. You hear the squeak of the faucet, and when Gwen returns you hear the //pat pat pat// of drops of water falling off her wet behind. She resumes the position, and her mother smears some glycerin on her wet cheeks. "There," Mrs. Boswick says, grinning. "//That's// more like it. Now, let's begin..."(set:$maximizer=3) [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]

"(print:$name)," Mrs. Boswick says sharply. "I need you to help me." //Uh-oh.// "I can't tell which strokes are landing //properly.// Gwen is crying out after every one, so I can't tell..." ...//**Uh-oh.**// "I need you to take three //practice// strokes on your bare bottom and tell me which one is //most// painful." And //there// it is! You whimper, and Gwen cuts you a vindictive grin. You feel your face flush at the thought of having to teach Mrs. Boswick in her //spanking technique...// but you know that if your neighbor told your mom that you'd refused to help, you'd be over her knee //then// and //there//. So you unhook your belt and slide your pants to the ground. Your underwear follows, all while Mrs. Boswick looks on impassively and Gwen snickers playfully from her own half-naked position -- //How do **you** like it?// you can almost hear her asking. You bend over the couch beside Gwen, thinking that she must be able to //feel// the heat coming off your blushing face. You stare straight ahead not to meet her eyes, but you feel her looking at you, smiling... "Ready?" Mrs. Boswick says. You swallow hard and give a nod. **//THWOCK!//** You feel a bright, searing pain that makes your jaw drop. Soundless, you stare wide eyed into the couch as the redness spreads across your cheeks. **//THWOP!//** Another, duller pain -- not as fierce as the first, but still enough to make you squirm and whimper. **//THWOCK!//** "Ngaaah!" The third stroke is more powerful than the second, but still not as breathtaking as the first. You clench your buttocks together, wincing as you stand. "I tried slightly different grips for each," Mrs. Boswick says. "Now...which one was best?" (color:green)[**Will you tell Mrs. Boswick the best stroke?**] [[[Refuse|END SPANKING]](set:$refused=1) [Lie]<1| [Tell the truth]<Correct|]<choice|{ }(click:?1)[(replace:?choice)["The second one," you say. "That one was the worst." Mrs. Boswick blinks in mild surprise. "Really? Hmmm." She glances down a bit skeptically at the belt, but then seems to accept your answer. You manage to sneak Gwen a quick wink, and her lip twitches in a smirk. "Alright," Mrs. Boswick says, resuming her stance. "Let's continue."(set:$maximizer=1) [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]{ }(click:?Correct)[(replace:?choice)["The first one," you say. "That one was the worst..." You wince, rubbing your backside. "Or, uh, //best//."(set:$maximizer=2) Mrs. Boswick nods, satisfied. "I thought so, she says. //With that advice//, you realize, //Mrs. Boswick can **perfect** her spanking form...// You grimace sympathetically. //Gwen's bottom is **really** in for it now!// "Alright," Mrs. Boswick says, resuming her stance. "Let's continue."(set:$maximizer=1) [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]

Your mother arrives barely a minute later. It seems she must have //run// over when she learned you hadn't done your job and were in need of being punished. But if so, she wasn't out of breath at all. As cool and poised as ever, she takes the belt from Mrs. Boswick and gives your neighbor a hairbrush to use. First, your mother gives you ten hard //smacks// with the heavy leather belt while Mrs. Boswick takes Gwen over her knee for a thorough spanking with the hairbrush. Each //**ssTHWACK!**// of the belt against your bare heinie resonates through the room and makes you grit your teeth. Your mom is //truly// a master. Mrs. Boswick brings the hairbrush down twice for every one swing of the belt, and soon enough Gwen is squirming and crying aloud! Then it's your turn over Mrs. Boswick's lap, while Gwen takes ten hard spanks with your mother's belt. The hairbrush back connects //hard// each time, flattening your poor bottom and making you cry aloud. Soon, the living room is filled with the chorus of Gwen's sobs and your own. "Gaha! Owwwieee! //GAH!// Waaaahaaa//owwwww//!" "OW! I'm //sorry!// OWWW! Please!" And so, your mother and Mrs. Boswick take turns on you and Gwen until both your bottoms are //dark// red and stinging. By the time Mrs. Boswick and your mother are satisfied, you've had (color:red)[(random:60,80)] spanks from the hairbrush and (color:red)[40] from the belt. Both you and Gwen are blubbering and sobbing, your faces red and your bottoms redder. "And //that//," your mother says at last, standing over the two of you triumphantly, "is how it's done." You and Gwen exchange teary looks as you're standing in your corner time, half-naked with your bottoms facing the street. Mrs. Boswick and your mother have tea and laugh casually. At one point, your neighbor turns to your mother and says: "So...do you think Gwen has really learned her lesson?" "Oh yes," your mother says certainly, looking at you over the rim of her teacup as she takes a confident sip. "They //both// learned an important lesson today..." ==><== #THE END (color:red)[**Despite your own failure, the punishment was certainly a success -- you and Gwen were //both// spanked! YOU LOSE!**] [[Play again?|INTRO 1]]

As Mrs. Boswick steps away from Gwen's raw, swollen bottom -- scarlet and crisscrossed with crimson welts, bruised on the sit-spots and hot enough to singe your eyebrows if you got too close -- Gwen collapses as limp as a rag doll. On her face, you read a mingling of relief (at the spanking being over), pain (at the soreness that will surely last for weeks), and... ...//Is she...**grateful**?// You peer closer into Gwen's tear-stained face, her eyes far-away and not seeing you, and you recognize an emotion you've felt yourself after a particularly effective punishment: now that she's been spanked to her breaking point, she knows she's learned her lesson, and her naughtiness is in the past. It's a //clean// feeling, almost dreamy. Gwen's eyes meet yours, and you can almost hear the words: //Thank you. I deserved that.// Gwen is completely broken, and Mrs. Boswick could not be happier. She gives you a pat on your back as she tells Gwen to get into her corner. "Face the window, Gwen -- I want the neighborhood to see what a good job we did." Her daughter obeys, still hiccuping softly. She places her hands on her head and stands with her well-spanked bottom facing towards the street. "Now //that// was a spanking," Mrs. Boswick says proudly. "And it couldn't have been done without you, (print:$name)," she adds. "I'll be sure to tell your mother what a help you were. //Well done.//" You both look back at Gwen, admiring your work. //Well done, indeed!// ==><== #THE END (color:green)[**You helped give Gwen a spanking that //truly// taught her a lesson. YOU WIN!**] [[Play again?|INTRO 1]]

When Gwen's mother declares the spanking over, Gwen springs up from the couch almost immediately. Then, realizing she'd better try to at least //look// sorry, she rubs her bottom and pouts. "Owwwwwwwwwwiiieeeee," she whines. "It //hurrrrrtssss...//!" Her bottom is rosey and pink -- it looks hardly //anything// like your own seared and welted bottom after your penalty swats the week prior. //It probably won't even leave a bruise...// But you keep your expression blank as Mrs. Boswick nods emphatically. "That will teach you," she says, setting down the belt. "And if I hear about you lying again, it'll be //worse// -- understand, missy?" Gwen nods, continuing to pout -- she even manages to make her eyes watery. //What a faker...// you think, a bit jealously. But as soon as Mrs. Boswick is looking away, Gwen pulls her shirt over her breasts and gives you a wink that makes your bitterness melt away. She mouths the words: //Let's go.// And as Mrs. Boswick goes to return your punishment belt back to your mother, you follow Gwen sneakily to her room. ==><== ---- <== Once the door is shut behind you, Gwen sticks out her bottom and looks in the mirror. "It really //does// sting," she says, rubbing her hand over one smooth pink buttock. She looks up at you with a grin, saunters over, and drapes her arms around your neck. "But not so much, thanks to you. And I haven't forgotten our //deal...//" She guides you over to her bed. You reach out and take a handful of her warm, naked bottom -- she squeals, then giggles, kissing you lightly on your neck. Then Gwen pushes you down into a seated position on the bed, kneels in front of you, and starts to unbutton your jeans. Gwen pulls your pants to your ankles, underwear and all, so that you're naked from the waist down just as she is. (if:$gender is "boy")[Your cock, already hard, springs out. Gwen coos, pleased by its size. She takes it in her hand and then, all while maintaining eye contact with you, she lowers her head to your crotch and fits you into her mouth. The touch of Gwen's soft lips and her wet tongue makes you groan with pleasure, and when she takes you deeper -- all the way to her throat -- your toes curl. As her head works up and down, your reach down to stroke her rosey bottom and around to cup her plump breasts beneath her shirt. She looks up at you, eyes wide and glimmering, her mouth full of your cock, her backside warm and blushing, and pretty soon you feel a rush that makes your eyes cross and your breath catch. Unable to speak, you grab Gwen by a fistful of her hair. Sensing how close you are, Gwen presses her head down into your lap, swallowing your cock almost to the base, then slides up the shaft slowly, as though she were licking a popsicle. The feeling is //incredible.// You moan with pleasure and your heart flutters. You start to cum into Gwen's mouth, and she takes you out so you spray the next rope onto her pretty face. "Oh //god//," you exclaim, and you close your eyes as the orgasm shudders through you. When you finish, you're panting, and Gwen is still gripping your penis in her hand. She grins at you, a wad of cum trailing down her cheek and another in her hair. Delicately, she wipes the cum from her cheek and licks it off her finger, giving you another shiver of pleasure before she says, her voice low:](else:)[Your pussy is already wet, and as Gwen spreads your thighs apart and places her mouth on your tender clit, she keeps her eyes locked with yours. Gwen may not be well practiced, but she knows how to give a girl pleasure. With her tongue, she draws circles around that swollen button, occassionally dipping down into your cunt and back again. You lie back with a soft sigh, then a //yelp// as you feel her fingers at the entrance to your sex. "Gah!" "Shhhh," Gwen says, "Relax..." So you try to keep your muscles untensed as she explores you with one finger, and then -- stretching your tight pussy in the most pleasurable way you can imagine -- with two, all while continuing to move her tongue, occasionally giving your clit a sucking kiss that makes you gasp. After some experimentationg with rhythms, Gwen settles on one that seems in sync with the throbbing of your body. You watch the swaying motion of her rosey bottom over her head as she works. Pretty soon, you start to feel close. You grip on to the bedspread as Gwen fucks you with her fingers and eats you in slow, rhythmic circles. Like a wave cresting, the pleasure builds, until... "N-N-Nnnggaaaahaaa//aaaaieeee!//" You grip Gwen's warm face between your thighs as your first orgasm crashes over you. Gwen takes out her fingers and continues to lick until you come for a second time, squirming on the bed and moaning. You have to bite your finger to keep from crying out as you shudder and cum for the third time!" You lie back, panting loudly, as Gwen rises up on her knees. She licks one of the fingers that was inside of you and gives you a playful wink.] "See? Told you I'd make it worth it." You try to laugh but it comes out as another gasp. You drop back on the bed and Gwen gives a light kiss to your thigh before standing to go wash her face. Alone in her room, your head is spinning...but there's a grin on your face. [[Continue|AFTER SEX]]

(if:$round_3 is 0)[Mrs. Boswick stops and steps back from Gwen's reddened rear. She heaves a sigh and chews on the end of her fingernails. The silence grows heavy in the living room; you can tell she has something on her mind. "(print:$name)," she says finally, stepping back to look at Gwen's rear end like one might survey a work of art in a museum. "Where is the //best// place to leave a bruise?" "The...b-best?" you stammer. "I want my daughter to feel this for a //long// time," she goes on. "So...where is the best place to aim?" You know, of course. You bite your lip, the humiliating afterglow of the question settling in -- //Of course you know the best place to leave bruises, you **have** them right now!// -- and you take a deep breath before replying.(set:$round_3=1) (color:green)[**What should you tell Mrs. Boswick?**] [[Lower thigh]<2| [Sit spots]<Correct| [Center of cheeks]<1|]<choice|{ }(click:?1)[(replace:?choice)["Right in the middle of the cheeks," you say, pointing to the center of Gwen's left buttock as though it were a target bullseye. "Right //there//." "There?" Mrs. Boswick says. "I see..." Gwen flashes you a look. "Alright, then. Where were we?"(set:$maximizer=1) [[Continue|ROUND 3]]]]{ }(click:?2)[(replace:?choice)["Actually, the lower thigh," you say. Mrs. Boswick raises her eyebrows. "The //thigh//?" "Yes, ma'am," you say, and clear your throat. "It...um...it really stings there." Gwen flashes you a look over her shoulder as her mother considers the advice. "The lower thigh," she says, nodding. Finally, she lets the belt swing freely, angling for the next round. "Alright, then. Where were we?"(set:$maximizer=2) [[Continue|ROUND 3]]]]{ }(click:?Correct)[(replace:?choice)["The sit spots. Definitely," you say with supreme confidence. "Sit spots?" "Right here," you say, indicating the lower half of Gwen's buttocks, right where her pink thighs meet her rosey cheeks. "They're called the 'sit spots' because that's the part of your bottom most of your weight is on when you're sitting. If you spank the center of the cheeks, you can shift around in your seat so it doesn't hurt. But if you get the sit spots..." You wince, grabbing hold of your //own// backside. "Well, let's just say you'll remember it for a //looooong// time." Mrs. Boswick grins. "I like the sound of that. //Sit spots.//" Gwen moans. "Sit spots," she says again, enjoying the sound of the words. "Alright then," she says, letting the belt dangle as she lines up another whallop, "where were we?" Gwen clenches her buttocks together and whimpers, her //sit spots// on full display...(set:$maximizer=3) [[Continue|ROUND 3]]]]]{ }(else-if:$round_3 is 1)[Mrs. Boswick raises the belt, aims, and prepares to swing...then stops. "You know," she says, "I don't think this belt will raise the type of //welts// I want Gwen to have?" "//Welts//?" Gwen says in a small voice. Her mother ignores her and turns to you. "(print:$name)," she says, "Go into the kitchen and fetch me an implement that will leave a //mark.//" She sets the belt aside. "We'll come back to this //later//..."(set:$round_3=2) "Yes, ma'am," you say. And so you go into the kitchen, the ambient sounds of Mrs. Boswick's scolding and Gwen's //I'm **really** sorrys// behind you. -------- You would be lying if you said you didn't know where to look for an implement that would give a good thrashing in a pinch. Your own kitchen is //full// of them: you could barely count on both hands the utensils that your mom has put to //creative// use on your backside. So you find some good choices right away. On the counter beside the salt and pepper shaker, there's a cannister with kitchen implements. You see a [wooden spoon]<Correct|, a [cake froster]<1|, and a [metal spatula]<2|. Any of these would leave a mark -- //But Mrs. Boswick wanted something to leave **welts**//... (color:green)[**Which implement do you choose?**] [[Cake froster]<1| [Wooden spoon]<Correct| [Spatula]<2|]<implement|{ }(click:?1)[(replace:?implement)[(set:$implement="cake froster")You take the (print:$implement). //This will do nicely...//]]{ }(click:?2)[(replace:?implement)[(set:$implement="spatula")You take the (print:$implement). It comes out with a //shing//, like a sword being drawn. //Oooh, you're getting it now, Gwen!//]]{ }(click:?Correct)[(replace:?implement)[(set:$implement="wooden spoon")You take the (print:$implement). "She'll be sorry...//that's// for sure," you murmur aloud.]] [[Go back|ROUND 3]]]{  }(else-if:$round_3 is 2)[(unless:$implement is "belt")[You bring back the (print:$implement) and hand it wordlessly to Mrs. Boswick. She takes it from you with an approving nod, then turns back to Gwen, who is looking wide eyed over her shoulder.](else:)[When you come back empty-handed, both Mrs. Boswick and Gwen look at you in shock. "What's going on, (print:$name)?" Gwen's mother says. "Couldn't you find anything? Perhaps if you go next door..." "It's not that," you say, shaking your head. "The thing is, the best spankings are always done with your //hand//. Those are the ones that //really// last. So that's what I'd suggest --" You give Gwen a meaningful look. " -- Give Gwen a few rounds with just your hand." "My hand?" Mrs. Boswick says doubtfully. "Hmmm...well, alright. A good hand-spanking //can// be effective." She nods, positioning herself with her broad palm raised high over Gwen's heinie. Gwen cringes, clenching her eyes shut.(set:$implement="hand")] "Remember, Gwen," Mrs. Boswick says, "you brought all of this on //yourself//." Gwen bites her lip. Her eyes flicker to you, then back to her mom. "Alright. //Now// where's ready," Mrs. Boswick says. "Let's start again."{ (if:$implement is "hand")[(set:$maximizer=$maxmizer-1)] (if:$implement is "cake froster")[(set:$maximizer=$maximizer+0)] (if:$implement is "wooden spoon")[(set:$maximizer=$maximizer+2)] (if:$implement is "cable")[(set:$maximizer=$maximizer+1)]} [[Continue|SPANKING]]]

(if:$extra_cornertime is 1)[When Gwen's extra round of cornertime -- which she spends looking at the wall in sullen silence while you admire the cherry-redness of her bottom -- is finished, Mrs. Boswick returns with her tea. ](else:)[Just then, Gwen's mother appears in the doorway, steeping her tea. ]"So," she says, taking a sip before setting it down, "are we ready to begin again?" You look at Gwen's face, then her reddened tushy, then Mrs. Boswick. (if:$round_4 is 0)[//I've certainly had longer cornertimes than this,// you muse, //but maybe it's time to get started again.// Still, you know the belt (and Gwen's bottom) will both be dry at this point. Mrs. Boswick looks at you expectantly. What do you tell her?(set:$round_4 = 1) [[No, wet the belt.]<2| [Yes!]<1| [No, more cornertime.]<Correct| [No, wet her bottom.]<3|]<choice|{ }(click:?1)[(replace:?choice)["Yes, ma'am," you say with a quick nod. "That's enough cornertime...we can start the spanking again." Gwen groans softly, but Mrs. Boswick ignores her and says in a clipped tone: "Good. Then let's get you back in position again." Minutes later, Gwen is bent over the armrest again exactly as before, her bright red bottom glowing softly beneath the living room lights, ready for the punishment to resume...(set:$maximizer=1) [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]{ }(click:?2)[(replace:?choice)["Before we start," you say, "we'll need to wet the belt. Gwen should do it herself." Gwen glares at you, but Mrs. Boswick only unfolds and re-folds her arms. "Ah, I see. Good! Here, Gwen," she says, setting the belt onto her daughter's outstretched hands. "Go wet this in the bathroom, then resume your position. Gwen scowls at you, then strides half-naked out of the room, her spanked bottom on full display. When Gwen meets you and Mrs. Boswick in the living room, her belt is still dripping wet. The drops hit the carpeted floor with muffled //plops//. She hands the belt to her mother, then resumes the position once more.(set:$maximizer=2) [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]{ }(click:?3)[(replace:?choice)["Actually," you say, "my mom would have me wet my bottom first." Gwen glowers at you, but her mother doesn't even notice. "Yes, of course," she says, like a willing pupil. She nods to her daughter. "Gwen, o wet your bottom now, then meet us downstairs." You hear the //squeak// of the bathtub faucet again, followed by the sound of cupped handfuls of water splashing against Gwen's rosey cheeks. When she strides out to meet you in the living room, Gwen is biting her lip, and her bottom is shiny and wet. She resumes the position, and her spanking begins again...(set:$maximizer=3) [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]{ }(click:?Correct)[(replace:?choice)["No, Mrs. Boswick," you say, "Gwen needs more cornertime. She's still thinking about her actions." Gwen glances at you, surprise and betrayal on her face. Mrs. Boswick nods. "Alright. Ten more minutes, then." With that, she leaves. The next 10 minutes of Gwen's cornertime pass in icy silence...but you don't mind. //It's what she deserves,// you think. You bite your lip. //At least...it's what **my** mom would do...//(set:$maximizer=3)(set:$extra_cornertime=1) [[Continue|ROUND 4]]]]]{ }(else:)[You look at Gwen and fold your arms. She has her hands on the back of her head, her nose pressed into the wall, her scarlet bottom on display...and yet, you can still sense her defiance. //This punishment isn't over yet,// you think, and a quick smirk crosses your face. //Far from it...//(set:$round_4=$round_4+1) [[Yes!]<1| [No, have her wet the belt and her bottom.]<Correct| [No, more cornertime.]<2|]<choice|{ }(click:?1)[(replace:?choice)["Yes, Mrs. Boswick," you say. "I think we're ready to start again!" Mrs. Boswick nods. "Good. Then let's get you into position and begin." With that, she guides you and Gwen down to the living room -- holding Gwen by her elbow, with you following close behind her crimson backside. Gwen resumes her position with a groan, looking balefully at you before straightening her legs. "Good," her mother says. "Let's begin..." [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]{ }(click:?2)[(replace:?choice)[You say more cornertime. [[Continue|ROUND 4]]]]{ }(click:?Correct)[(replace:?choice)["Before we start again," you say, "Gwen needs to prepare the belt and her bottom." "How do you mean?" Mrs. Boswick says. Gwen only seethes, her face nearly as bright red as her behind. "I mean she needs to wet her bottom and wet the belt," you explain. "And it's better if she does it herself...it helps her to think of this punishment as something she's brought upon //herself//." Mrs. Boswick grins, nodding. "You certainly known your spankings, (print:$name)," she says. You grimace. //I certainly do...// And so, still half naked and blushing brightly, Gwen goes into the bathroom and wets the belt, splashing several handfuls of water onto her bottom as she does. When she joins you and Mrs. Boswick in the living room, she's dripping softly on the carpet. She resumes the position, her face nearly as bright and shiney and her rear end. "Good," Mrs. Boswick announces, hefting the heavy wet belt. "Now, then...let's begin..."(set:$maximizer=5) [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]]

"Well," Mrs. Boswick says at last with a deep breath. She folds her arms and looks at you. "Do you think she's learned her lesson?" You look down at Gwen's bright red rump, and for a moment you catch her eye. She pleads with you in that instant, her bright red tushy shifting, legs quivering. //Please...// she says with her eyes. //I'm really sorry!// But do you believe her enough to end the spanking here? "Well?" Mrs. Boswick says impatiently. "Do you think she's sorry?" (color:green)[**What will you tell Mrs. Boswick?**] [[Yes!]<1| [No, end with cable spanking.]<Correct| [No, end with wooden spoon spanking]<2| [No, end with 5 more.]<3|]<choice|{ }(click:?1)[(replace:?choice)["Yes!" you say, looking down at Gwen, who glances up at you gratefully. "I think she's learned her lesson. She can go to her room now." Mrs. Boswick looks skeptical and folds her arms...but finally, after an agonizing moment, she agrees. "Alright," she says. "Go to your room, Gwen." She takes the belt in both hands. "I'm going to return this to your mother myself." She leaves through the front door, letting the screen slam behind her. With that, Gwen's spanking is finally over! [[Continue|END SPANKING]]]]{ }(click:?2)[(replace:?choice)["Mmmmm...I don't think so," you say. Gwen looks up with humiliated tears glittering in her eyes. "No?" Mrs. Boswick says, seeming to appreciate your analysis. "How much more do you think she needs?" "Give her a few more spanks with the wooden spoon," you say. "//That// will do it." And so, Mrs. Boswick takes the wooden spoon, and Gwen whimpers softly into the pillow cushion, her ruby-red cheeks clenching and unclenching as she braces for another round...(set:$implement="wooden spoon")(set:$maximizer=1) [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]{ }(click:?3)[(replace:?choice)["Five more," you say at last. "Five?!" Gwen whines. "You hush," Mrs. Boswick snaps. "If it only takes five more spanks with this belt to make you understand what you did wrong, you should be //happy//. I want you to //thank// (print:$name) for helping you learn your lesson." Gwen moans, humiliated...but finally, she obeys. It's a rush to hear her say: "Thank you, (print:$name). For helping me learn my lesson." "Good. Now, five more strokes," Mrs. Boswick says. "Let's begin."(set:$implement="belt")(set:$maximizer=1) [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]{ }(click:?Correct)[(replace:?choice)["Not quite," you say. "Now that Gwen's bottom is nice and red, she needs a //sharper// sting to help things sink in. At this point, you should spank Gwen across her bottom and thighs with a //cable// -- it can be anything durable, even a power cord. A cable spanking really //bites// into the flesh, and on a tender bottom, it's brutal. She'll definitely learn after that." Gwen gives you a smoldering glare as her mother grins, stroking her chin. "I have just the thing..." She returns in a moment with a long cable she folds into three loops -- you can alreayd see how the cable will strike, the //THTHTHWACK// it will make as the concussive loops land. You look down at Gwen's bright red bottom and nod. //Yeah. That will **definitely** do the trick...//(set:$implement="cable")(set:$maximizer=2) "Alright," Mrs. Boswick says. "I'm going to end with a dozen cable swats -- and if I hear any whining, there will be more!" Gwen whimpers, lowers her head, and clenches her ruby buttocks together, bracing for that first //whack//... [[Continue|SPANKING]]]]

Mrs. Boswick inspects her daughter's well-spanked haunches, squeezing her left buttock and eliciting a squeak from Gwen. "Hmmm," she says. She looks up at you. "I remember your mother said to have you wait for the bruises to form on your bottom before your penalty swats...and that makes the rest of the spanking sting more?" You bite your lip and nod, mortified. Gwen's mother nods with satisfaction. "Alright. Then Gwen, go stand in the corner while I have a cup of tea. I want your nose against the wall, bottom out -- and //no rubbing!//" Gwen stands. "I won't," she says meekly, then casts a quick glance at you. "I //promise//." Mrs. Boswick only //hums// skeptically. She turns to you. "Make sure she behaves," she says grimly. With that, she leaves to go boil some water. You and Gwen are left alone in the silent living room. The air seems somehow heavier -- you move slowly, and you barely breathe. The sight of Gwen's sore bottom, bared and on display to the entire room, makes it hard for you to talk. Luckily, Gwen talks first. (if:$soreness>25)["It //hurts//," she says miserably. She flicks her eyes at you over her shoulder, fluttering her eyelashes helplessly. Your stomach does a loop-de-loop. "...It's //supposed// to hurt," you reply without emotion. It's what you've heard so many times before that it just slips out. Gwen only sighs deeply and shifts her weight between her slender white legs.](else:)["This isn't so bad," she says cheekily, biting the inside of her lip and looking at you coyly. Her bottom have a lovely pink glow, but hardly any warmth. She crosses her long legs and bounces once on the balls of her feet to make her bottom wiggle. "I can't believe you were //crying// so much..." "Trust me," you say with a scoff, "your mom is going //easy//."] (if:$deal is "on")["...you haven't forgotten our deal, have you?" Gwen bites her bottom lip, and your stomach does another whirl. "N-No..." you say." A flicker of a grin. "Good," she replies. Without another word, she turns back to the wall. You gaze at her bared bottom with longing...](else:)[Gwen pouts at you again -- the same look she gave you when you rejected her idea of a "deal." //I'm seeing her red bottom up close anyway,// you think. //Still...will helping Mrs. Boswick be worth it?//] [[Continue|ROUND 4]]

{(set:$chance=(random:1,5)) (if:$implement is "hand")[ (if:$chance is 1)[//FWAP!//(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 2)[//PHLAP!//(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 3)[//WAP!//(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 4)[//SMACK!//(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 5)[//THWAP!//(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] ](else-if:$implement is "belt")[(if:$wet is "on")[ (if:$chance is 1)[**//ssswwwWACK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 2)[**//ssswwwTHWOCK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 3)[**//sssWOP!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 4)[**//sssFWOP!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 5)[**//sssswwwTHWACK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))]](else:)[ (if:$chance is 1)[**//FWACK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 2)[**//THWOCK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 3)[**//WOP!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 4)[**//FWOP!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 5)[**//THWACK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] ]](else-if:$implement is "wooden spoon" or "cake froster" or "spatula")[ (if:$chance is 1)[**//FWOCK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 2)[**//THWACK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 3)[**//WHACK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 4)[**//SWOCK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 5)[**//CRACK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))]] (else-if:$implement is "cable")[ (if:$chance is 1)[**//fffWOP!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 2)[**//fffffWOP!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 3)[**//sssWHOCK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 4)[**//sssssWHACK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))] (else-if:$chance is 5)[**//fffWHOCK!//**(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+(1*$maximizer))]]}

{(set:$chance=(random:1,20)) (if:$soreness<30)[ (if:$chance is 1)["Mmph!"] (if:$chance is 2)[Gwen gasps.] (if:$chance is 3)[Gwen bites her lip.] (if:$chance is 4)["Ooh..."] (if:$chance is 5)["Mm..."] (if:$chance is 6)["Ha!"] (if:$chance is 7)["Ow!"] (if:$chance is 8)["Ngah!"] (if:$chance is 9)[Gwen shifts her legs.] (if:$chance is 10)["Ah!"] (if:$chance is 11)["Hoh!"] (if:$chance is 12)["Eiiah!"] (if:$chance is 13)[Gwen's bottom jiggles.] (if:$chance is 14)[Her seat is starting to get warm.] (if:$chance is 15)[You can see //everything...//] (if:$chance is 16)[A pink mark blooms.] (if:$chance is 17)[Gwen grimaces.] (if:$chance is 18)[Gwen winces.] (if:$chance is 19)[Gwen crosses her feet.] (if:$chance is 20)["Oww!"] ](else-if:$soreness<60)[ (if:$chance is 1)["Ouch! //Mom//!"] (if:$chance is 2)["Nnnnn//ggaha!//] (if:$chance is 3)[Gwen clenches her bottom.] (if:$chance is 4)[Gwen drops her head.] (if:$chance is 5)["Owwwww!"] (if:$chance is 6)["Oh!"] (if:$chance is 7)["Gggaha!"] (if:$chance is 8)["OW! I'm //sorry!//"] (if:$chance is 9)[Gwen pouts furiously.] (if:$chance is 10)["Ahaaaow!"] (if:$chance is 11)[Gwen clenches her eyes shut.] (if:$chance is 12)["Waah!"] (if:$chance is 13)["Mmm//phaaa!//"] (if:$chance is 14)[More marks bloom across Gwen's bottom.] (if:$chance is 15)[She's holding back tears now...] (if:$chance is 16)[You see a glimpse of Gwen's dark backdoor.] (if:$chance is 17)["HAAH!"] (if:$chance is 18)["Owwwiee!"] (if:$chance is 19)[Gwen slaps her hand on the couch.] (if:$chance is 20)[Gwen is gritting her teeth.] ](else-if:$soreness<90)[ (if:$chance is 1)["OWW! It //hurts!//"] (if:$chance is 2)["OW! OW! OW!"] (if:$chance is 3)["M-Moooom! //Please!//"] (if:$chance is 4)[Gwen kicks up her foot.] (if:$chance is 5)["Gaaahaaa!"] (if:$chance is 6)[Gwen's eyes fill with tears.] (if:$chance is 7)["Aaiieeeee//eeeah//!"] (if:$chance is 8)["Ow! Ouchiiee!"] (if:$chance is 9)["Mmmmphaa!"] (if:$chance is 10)["This isn't //fair!//"] (if:$chance is 11)["Gggaha!"] (if:$chance is 12)["Ahaaaow!"] (if:$chance is 13)["Mmm//phaaa!//"] (if:$chance is 14)[Anoter hot welt rises on her sit spots...] (if:$chance is 15)[Gwen's toes are curled.] (if:$chance is 16)[Gwen's legs are quivering.] (if:$chance is 17)["Oww!"] (if:$chance is 18)["This is so //stupid!//"] (if:$chance is 19)["OW! Not //fair!//"] (if:$chance is 20)["AAAHA!"] ](else-if:$soreness<120)[ (if:$chance is 1)[Gwen hiccups a sob.] (if:$chance is 2)["Waaaahaaaaaowwww!"] (if:$chance is 3)["Omigod! OWWWWWAH!"] (if:$chance is 4)["OWWW! IthurtsithurtsitHURTS!"] (if:$chance is 5)["I'M SORRY!!"] (if:$chance is 6)[Gwen's knuckles are white!] (if:$chance is 7)["OW! //Owwwww!//"] (if:$chance is 8)["AAAH!"] (if:$chance is 9)[Gwen bites back a curse!] (if:$chance is 10)[Gwen is blubbering.] (if:$chance is 11)["Aaaahaaa! I'm //sorry//, okay?!"] (if:$chance is 12)["Gaaahaa!"] (if:$chance is 13)[Gwen glares at you over her shoulder.] (if:$chance is 14)["OWWW! Mommy, I didn't //mean// it!"] (if:$chance is 15)["Gaahahaaa!"] (if:$chance is 16)["Aaiieeeee//eeeah//!"] (if:$chance is 17)["OW!"] (if:$chance is 18)["Ooooooh!"] (if:$chance is 19)[Gwen's face is bright red...] (if:$chance is 20)[Gwen's ass is dark red...] ](else-if:$soreness<150)[ (if:$chance is 1)[Gwen wails helplessly.] (if:$chance is 2)["EEEEEEEAAHAAAAAAHAAA!"] (if:$chance is 3)["GAAAAHAAOOOWWWWAH!"] (if:$chance is 4)[Gwen splutters through tears.] (if:$chance is 5)["WWAAAA//HAAAAAAHAAOW//"] (if:$chance is 6)["MOMMY! P-PLEASE! NO MORE!"] (if:$chance is 7)[Gwen is panting hard!] (if:$chance is 8)["AAAAAAA! //I'M SORRYYYYYYYYEEEE!//"] (if:$chance is 9)["OWWWWWWAHAHAAAAA!"] (if:$chance is 10)["AAAAAIIEEEE!"] (if:$chance is 11)[Gwen hiccups: "//M-Mommy!// Please!"] (if:$chance is 12)["AAAAIEEEEEEEHEEEHEEE!"] (if:$chance is 13)["OWWWWWWAH!"] (if:$chance is 14)["OMIGOSH! OMIGOSH!"] (if:$chance is 15)["//OW!// OWWWWAHA!"] (if:$chance is 16)[Gwen scissors her feet.] (if:$chance is 17)[Gwen's bottom is throbbing.] (if:$chance is 18)["Pleeeeeeese!"] (if:$chance is 19)["GGAHA!" Gwen sobs, kicking her feet.] (if:$chance is 20)["OWW! OWWW! //OWWWWW!//"] ](else:)[Your pretty neighbor wails, kicking her feet and gripping on for dear life, as tears spill down her hot flushed face!]}

##Just one week later... //Today is the day.// You stretch your arms high over your head, then itch at your flat tummy. You shuffle into the bathroom and brush your teeth, drag a comb through your hair, and take a moment to stare into the mirror. Your reflection's mouth quirks up in a smirk. //Today is **the day**.// A couple of days ago, your mother told you the news. Apparently, Gwen's sister was upset at her for borrowing her boots without asking, and she decided to tell on her to get her in trouble. She told Mrs. Boswick that Gwen had //lied// about you asking her to rub your bottom during your cornertime last week -- she spilled the whole story, and Mrs. Boswick was //furious//. Not only had that lie resulted in extra penalty swats for you on the night of, the next day you'd taken //another// spanking from Mrs. Boswick herself! But at last, your luck has finally changed... [[Continue|INTRO 2]](set:$inventory=(a:))(set:$heading=(a:))(set:$deal=0)(set:$refused=0)(set:$gwen_spanking=0)(set:$soreness=0)(set:$round_3=0)(set:$round_4=0)

(if:$refused is 1)["No." Mrs. Boswick's eyes widen. "//No//?" she repeats. She folds her arms. "You're not going to tell me which stroke hurt the most?" You blurt out: "I'm not going to //help// you punish Gwen! I get spanked enough for both of us -- y-you can tell my mom!" You fold your own arms, trying to look defiant. Gwen looks at you in surprise. Her eyes soften, and her lip twitches into a smile. You return it shyly, glancing over at her bare bottom just because you can't help it. She doesn't seem to mind. But Mrs. Boswick only raises her eyebrows. "Well," she says. "I think I //will//." And with that, she goes to the telephone. You and Gwen exchange a glance -- more nervous than triumphant this time. Your stomach sinks as you hear Mrs. Boswick's side of the call. "Yes...yes, that's right...I told (print:$name) exactly that...Oh?...Well, I could certainly use the help......Ha! Yes, I will. See you in a few." She places the receiver down and turns to you and Gwen. "Your mother is now on her way over. You //and// Gwen will be receiving a spanking from //both// of us today. Now: //bend over that couch!//" [[Continue|SPANKED W/GWEN]]]{ }(else-if:$soreness<50 and $deal is "on")[(display:"REWARD FROM GWEN")]{ }(else-if:$soreness>175)[(display:"GWEN IS BROKEN")]{ }(else:)[As Mrs. Boswick steps back from Gwen, the punishment finished, you see her eyes narrow in annoyance. Your heart drops as you look to Gwen. (display:"STATUS") "This isn't what I wanted," Mrs. Boswick says, crossing her arms. "No, no, no...this won't do." She goes to the phone. "Wh-what do you mean?" you ask nervously as she begins to dial. Gwen is watching you both from her position on the couch, and she starts to bite her nails. "Your mother said I would know if the punishment was finished or not...and I don't think it's finished," she says, cutting her eyes at you. "You were supposed to help me...but I think you were helping //Gwen!//" "N-No! I swear!" But Mrs. Boswick ignored you as a voice on the other end of the line sounds. "Yes? Yes, (print:$name) says Gwen's punishment is finished, but...Yes...Exactly right...I couldn't agree more!...Oh, //would// you? That would be excellent!...yes, thank you so much. I'll let them know." Mrs. Boswick puts down the phone and looks at you two with a smirk. "(print:$name), your mother is coming over to help take care of Gwen's punishment properly. //And//," she says, her grin widening, "she says that for your poor advice, //you// deserve a spanking too!" "Wh-what?!" "You heard me. Now, bare your bottom and get into position beside Gwen. You're //both// going to be punished //now!//" [[Continue|SPANKED W/GWEN]]]

(if:$gwen_spanking is 4)[Now completely naked, Gwen resumes her position with her bottom lip quivering. Her spanking continues... ](display:"METER")[ ==><== ###[**Start Gwen's spanking**]<start| <== (click:?start)[(replace:?start)[Gwen is being spanked!]{(live:3s)[ (unless:$strokes is 0)[ (set:$strokes=$strokes-1) (replace:?sound)[(transition:"dissolve")[(display:"IMPLEMENT SOUNDS")]] (replace:?reaction)[(display:"REACTION")]] (else:)[(replace:?live_spanking)[(set:$new_soreness=$new_soreness+($strokes*$maximizer))(display:"STATUS")(replace:?end_live_spanking)[ ](stop:)]]]}{ }[Her mother lifts the (print:$implement)]<sound|[, and Gwen braces.]<reaction| ]<live_spanking|{ }]

(if:$soreness<30)[Gwen makes a whining noise as the spanking pauses. Her pert behind is barely marked. She looks playful -- almost //mischevious//, as though she were still hoping to get away with something...(if:$deal is "on")[ She keeps casting you meaningful looks.]]{ }(else-if:$soreness<60)[Now Gwen gasps as the spanks stop. Her naked bottom is pinkened to the bright color of bubblegum. She's squirming slightly, whincing and groaning. (if:$deal is "on")[ Each time she clenches her round cheeks together she peeks at you, her eyes questioning. //What about our deal?//]]{ }(else-if:$soreness<90)[Gwen hisses through gritted teeth: by this point, she's beginning to look sorry! (if:$deal is "on")[If she believed you were going to help her get out of this, she doesn't any more...the deal is //off//!] As the spanking pauses, her bottom is blushing rosey red, and she curls and uncurls her toes, bracing for the next round.]{ }(else-if:$soreness<120)[As the spanking stops, Gwen whimpers softly: her face is flushed nearly as red as her warm backside, which glows scarlet like a red moon. She wipes glistening tears from her eyes and flashes you a look that says, //I can't believe you're **seeing** this...//]{ }(else-if:$soreness<175)[By this point, Gwen's bottom is dark crimson and as hot as a furnace. Tears are spilling down her cheeks, and her thighs quiver as she struggles to hold her position. Her perfect bottom is //seared//, red welts and wine-colored bruises rising at her sit spots! This will be a punishment she won't soon forget... But when she glances over at you, there's still a glint of something defiant in her eye!]{ }(else:)[Gwen is sobbing desperately, her composure completely gone! Tears stream down her face as her scarlet bottom takes another stroke. "I'M SORRY!" she sputters between hiccuping gasps. "I'M SORRY, MOMMY, I'M //SORRYYYYYYYY//!" And you can tell -- from the tone of her voice //and// the blazing heat pouring off her backside -- that she //definitely// means it. (if:$gwen_spanking is 5)[The spanking is finally over! Gwen -- naked, red-bottomed, and trembling -- is allowed to stand...and now it's time to see how well you did... [[Continue|END SPANKING]]]] {(if:$gwen_spanking is 1)[[[Continue|ROUND 2]](set:$h="off")] (if:$gwen_spanking is 2)[[[Continue|ROUND 3]](set:$h="off")] (if:$gwen_spanking is 3)[(set:$implement="belt")[[Continue|CORNERTIME]](set:$h="off")] (if:$gwen_spanking is 4)[[[Continue|ROUND 5]](set:$h="off")] (if:$gwen_spanking is 5)[(set:$h="off")]}

Mrs. Boswick called your mom to apologize for the entire misunderstanding...but your mother, of course, was nonplussed. "(print:$name)'s bottom can handle a few extra strokes," she said casually over the phone as your face burned brightly. "I'm not concerned about that. But how are you going to punish Gwen for //lying//?" "Well, that's exactly the question," Mrs. Boswick had said. "Could I borrow your belt again?" "Of course," your mother said. "And borrow (print:$name), too." Your eyes widened. "Oh? Why?" Mrs. Boswick asked. "Because if anyone knows about proper spanking, it's (print:$name)," your mother says, giving you a look. "(if:$gender is "boy")[He](else:)[She] can help you make sure that Gwen learns an important lesson about telling lies." Then she grinned at you with her hand clapped over the receiver, and gave you a wink. She didn't say anything -- but she didn't have to. You knew right away that your mom was giving you a chance to //get even// with Gwen for making your spanking worse. "I'm sure (print:$name) won't mind. Would you, (print:$name)?" You shake your head, a smile starting to spread across your face too. [[Continue|INTRO 3]]

And so now, //today is the day//. As you come down the stairs, you see the dreaded leather belt laid out at the end of the railing. You wince at the sight of it: although you've managed to keep out of trouble for the past week, you //still// have the bruises from your last punishment. Your classmates have started noticing how slowly you sit down, and you have to change for soccer in the bathroom stalls so no one sees the purplish marks across your sit spots. Just the sight of it makes the memory of the awful sound -- **//THWOCK//** -- and sting of your own spanking rush to the front of your mind!(set:$implement="belt") But today, it isn't //your// butt that will be tasting that sting. You grin again, picking up the heavy leather belt with both hands. You can hear your mom in the kitchen, preparing something for dinner: the sounds of simmering vegetables and a whirring stovetop fan, the clatter of cookware and footfalls as your mother strides from over to sink. She knows that today is the day you're supposed to go help Mrs. Boswick -- that's why she left the belt here for you -- but you wonder if you should talk to her before you go. [[Talk to your mom]<1| [Leave]<2|]<choose|{ }(click:?1)[(replace:?choose)["Hey mom," you say, taking out your jacket as you go to the kitchen, "I'm about to head over to the Boswicks." "Oh, for Gwen's punishment?" your mother says, speaking nonchalantly -- as though watching your pretty 18-year-old neighbor be spanked bare bottom were nothing more unusual than going to the corner store for milk. "Good -- I see you have the belt. Oh, and I almost forgot!" She puts down her spoon and goes to the bathroom, where she pulls a small bottle from the medicine cabinet. The bottle is clear, and so is the substance inside. You recognize it immediately: //glycerine.// "Make sure Mrs. Boswick uses some of this," she says, handing it to you and going back to the kitchen. She smiles. "I'm sure you're excited to not be on the receiving end," she says. You blush, but nod -- of course, she's right. "But don't forget -- your friend needs to //learn// a //lesson// -- make sure you help Mrs. Boswick in the right way. If Gwen's punishment //doesn't// change her behavior, I'll be holding //you// partly responsible." She gives you a long, cool stare. You swallow hard. "Yes, mom," you say reflexively. Your mom's face relaxes as she returns to her cooking. "Good. Now, run along -- don't make Gwen wait!" You put on your jacket and head out the door, glycerine and belt in hand," //Oh,// you think, grinning once more as the cold kisses your face. //I won't!//(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"glycerine")) [[Continue|INTRO 4]]]]{ }(click:?2)[(replace:?choose)[You're too excited to get started. You grab your jacket from the closet, give a short, "See you later, mom!" and leave with the belt in your hands. The door closes behind you, and the cold air kisses your face. [[Continue|INTRO 4]]]]

The Boswicks live just down the street. You knock on the door, then rub your hands together to stave off the chill. A few moments later, the door swings in, and there's Gwen, looking as pretty as ever. Before you can say a word, she grabs you by your wrist and pulls you inside. "Come on!" she hisses. The belt buckle //clinks// as you're pulled up the stairs. Gwen takes you into her bedroom and slams the door shut behind you. She takes one look at the belt in your hands and winces miserably. "Oh my //god//," she says, covering her face. "I can't //believe// this..." "You didn't have a hard time believing it when it was happening to me," you say simply. "Now, where's your mom?" Gwen sighs. "Downstairs. I'm going to be spanked in the same place //you// were..." Her eyes flash mischeviously. "Guess we're in it together now, huh, neighbor? We've //both// got moms who spank." She reaches out and touches your arm gently, then glances down at the belt again and grimaces. "...we've even got the same //belt//! Our butts are gonna //match...//" You aren't feeling very neighborly, so you pull your arm away. "Well, //you're// the only one getting this belt today," you say coldly. "And don't expect me to feel sorry for you -- your lying got //me// extra strokes, remember?" You fold your arms. "I'm here to make sure you learn your lesson, and I'm gonna do exactly that." "Oh, come //on//, (print:$name)!" Gwen pleads. "It was just a joke! I'm sorry you got spanked for it..." Again, the glint of mischeif. "...Although, I have to admit...seeing you half-naked was pretty fun." "//Fun?!//" you exclaim. "Don't pretend like you're not going to enjoy watching //my// spanking," Gwen says. "I was asking to touch your butt, and you said no...I just wanted to get the most out of it while I had the chance!" Just as you're opening your mouth to protest, Gwen unbuttons her snug jeans and pulls them down to the floor. At the sight of her long, pale legs, your mind goes blank. She pads towards you, barefoot, and places her hands at your waist. When she looks up in your face, her eyelashes are fluttering flirtaciously. You stammer uselessly, then give up. She takes one of your hands and places it against her right buttock. Beneath the fabric of her white panties, her bottom is taut but soft, perfectly shaped and smooth as porcelain. Again, your mind goes blank. "See?" she says, grinning up at you. "That's all I wanted to do..." Then she steps away, and her face darkens. "My stupid fucking //sister//...this is all //her// fault. I swear, the next time I can, I'm //going// to get back at her..." She looks back into your face again, and her anger dissolves into a soft smile. "You'll help me through this, won't you?" "H-Help you?" "You'll make my mom go easier," she explains. "...right? She's never spanked us before. She'll listen to your advice." Just then, you hear Mrs. Boswick calling from the bottom of the stairs. "Gwen! Get down here and get in position -- (print:$name) is going to be over any second!" Gwen presses against you and leans close to your ear so the words seem to tickle your mind. "//I'll make it worth your while,//" she whispers. Your eyes widen. Gwen smiles alluringly, still pressing her breasts against you. "//How about I let you get a **really** good look at my ass when it's over? (if:$gender is "boy")[And a blowjob when it's all done?](else:)[And I can eat you out, too, when it's all done?]//" She grins, and you swallow hard. "//I can make it feel **really** good...You just have to make sure my spanking isn't **too** bad...//" [[Accept]<accept| [Reject]<reject|]<choose|{ }(click:?accept)[(replace:?choose)["O-Okay," you say back. "I...I //guess// I could..."(set:$deal="on") But Gwen has already given an excited squeal and planted a kiss on your cheek. "I'm coming, mom!" she calls down loudly. She pats you on the chest with a knowing grin. "And (print:$name) is here, too!" She takes you by the wrist, steps out of her jeans so that she's only wearing her panties and a long-sleeve shirt, and guides you downstairs...] [[Continue|INTRO 5]]]{ }(click:?reject)[(replace:?choose)["I don't think so," you say, pushing Gwen away from you. "You deserve this spanking. And you //know// it." She sucks her teeth and glares at you furiously. Then she folds her arms. "Fine. //Be// like that..." You hear Mrs. Boswick at the bottom of the stairs again, and Gwen cuts her off. "I'm coming, mom!" she calls down loudly. She looks you up and down, still seething. "And (print:$name) is here too." She takes you by the wrist, steps out of her jeans so that she's only wearing her panties and a long-sleeve shirt, and guides you downstairs...] [[Continue|INTRO 5]]]

Mrs. Boswick is surprised to see you coming down the stairs with Gwen, but if she suspects anything going on, she doesn't say. She simply holds out her hand for the belt, then points at the couch with the other. "Thank you, (print:$name). I appreciate that your mother is having you help me. I think you're the perfect person to help me make sure Gwen learns her lesson." She turns to her daughter. "Gwen, bend over the armrest and take those panties //down//." Gwen shrinks, shrugging up her narrow shoulders, but immediately obeys. "Yes, ma'am," she says in a small voice before going to the couch. You watch as Gwen peels down her panties, revealing her perfect pale bottom, each cheek full and round like a waxing moon, a single freckle at the top of her right thigh. It's a sight you don't want to forget. As she leans over the armrest, she flashes you a look: (if:$deal is "on")[//Is she...smiling at me?//](else:)[the unmistakable pout of a brat about to receive some much-deserved discipline.] With Gwen in position, Mrs. Boswick takes the belt and hefts it in her hand. She turns to her daughter and takes a few steps towards her, then plants her feet wide. (if:$deal is "on")[(color:green)[**You will now see Gwen's punishment, and Mrs. Boswick will ask you for advice! If you manage to fool her into giving Gwen a lighter spanking, Gwen will "make it worth it"...but if she suspect what you're doing, you'll //both// be in big trouble!**]](else:)[(color:green)[**You will now see Gwen's punishment, and Mrs. Boswick will ask you for advice! Your goal will be to //break// Gwen with a punishment that teaches her a lesson...but if your advice fails, you'll be the one to blame!**]] [[Continue|ROUND 1]]

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==><== ##GWEN'S PUNISHMENT **A Sequel to "The Belt on the Door"** [[Begin|CHOOSE GENDER/NAME]]

//...and then...// Gwen rushes back into the room, her face still dripping, a look of terror in her eyes. "Wh-what's wrong?" you say, reflexively pulling up your pants. She can hardly get the words out at first...and when she does, your heart //plummets//. "M-My mom," she says, panting, "she called //your// mom. She knows we worked together...sh-she says they're gonna punish us //both!//" Just then, Mrs. Boswick calls from the bottom of the stairs. "Gwen! (print:$name)! Get your bottoms down here //now//!" You redress quickly, but you might as well not have. As soon as you both get to the bottom of the stairs, Mrs. Boswick -- her hands on her hips -- instructs you to bare your bottoms and assume the position over the couch. "Thought you could work together to get a lighter punishment, eh?" she says with a smirk. "We'll just see about that..." [[Continue|SPANKED W/GWEN]]

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