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(MF-teens, spank, inc) *** PART 1 A randomly selected six-year-old boy will tend overwhelmingly to prefer chocolate ice-cream to sexual intercourse. For a sixteen-year-old boy, these preferences will, in general, be reversed. Apart from that, there really isn't any major difference between the two. This unhappy truth has been thrust, like a dagger in her heart, into Pepper Dyson's awareness. She has just returned from her first "real" date. Oh she has done plenty of socializing with "the opposite sex" (and never has that description seemed more accurate to Pepper than now) -- in groups; at parties; at school. But her parents don't approve of young women getting into the dating thing, until they have achieved a certain level of maturity. Only a couple of months ago, shortly after her 15th birthday, and a great deal of heavy discussion, had they given their reluctant nod. In part to justify their confidence, but mainly because Pepper doesn't like to do anything important "off the cuff", she has put off the initial foray until tonight. It was very important to her to get it right, and for that you need a plan. Pepper is a great one for plans, but this was her masterpiece. Compared to Pepper's grand design, Schlieffen's most strenuous efforts pale into insignificance. First the 'man' -- the centerpiece of the whole operation. The right selection involved a lot of scouting. He had to be good-looking, of course, though not one of the narcissistic ones (why are there so many of those, anyway?) -- never go out with anybody who thinks that he is better looking than you. And he had to be somebody who could talk, who could put more than two grammatical sentences side-by-side -- you have to be able to introduce him to your friends after all. Nothing is worse than the knowing looks on the faces of friends as they meet your male bimbo. It turns out that there are a few who fit these criteria, but once you add the really crucial thing, the list shrinks almost to nonexistence. The crucial thing, for want of a better word, is "sensitivity". He had to have "finer feelings" as Pepper thinks of this issue, though she has sense enough not to use this label out loud. So there you are, the crucial first date had to be handsome, intelligent, and sensitive. For a wonder, Pepper's school contained such a paragon -- one Geoff by name. Geoff is in the same year as Pepper (which makes him a year older than she, since she has 'skipped' a year) but in a different home-room. In fact, the two have only one class together, English. From his showing in this class, Pepper knows that he has a satisfactory number of neurons firing in the right sequence. They have been vying, good-naturedly, for the top spot in the class all year. And he writes poetry! What better evidence of finer feelings could there possibly be? He once nervously showed her some of his verse when she had asked him what he was working on, before a class. It wasn't even too awful! To add the spice of a challenge, Geoff is widely regarded by the girls of Pepper's acquaintance to be out of reach. This is because not only does Geoff have a girlfriend, he has an older girlfriend. It is an almost unheard of accomplishment that causes both his male and female classmates to regard him as a superior being of some kind. Geoff's girlfriend, Sheila, is a year ahead of him, a very good-looking young lady who, by all accounts, knows things. It must follow then, that her boyfriend is possessed of similar, if not superior knowledge. It is the cause of endless satisfying speculation in the lunchroom. But then Pepper knows things too. She knows, for example that things are not always as they seem, in the way of 'relationships' especially. Always learn the ground before a battle and get the best intelligence you can. It turns out that Pepper's brother Steve, and Sheila's brother are classmates. The ever-obliging Steve makes a few (very discreet) enquires and discovers that Sheila is not Geoff's love interest, for the simple reason that she is gay! She has been using Geoff as a beard, very successfully it seems, and with his connivance. Here is more proof, if any were needed, of his sensitivity! Once the major obstacle had been found to be no obstacle at all, the rest was easy -- child's play really. Ask to see more of his verse, praise it extravagantly, wait for him to ask you out. Bang bang, bang. Well, more like bang, bang, pop. The "asking out" part had a few kinks. "Waiting" wouldn't quite get the job done. It was obvious enough that Geoff wanted to ask Pepper out, and more than obvious. But he couldn't think of a way to do it without blowing his cover. It was funny really -- watching him look at her with goo-goo eyes, the wheels so transparently going round, but nothing coming out. Finally it was time to force the issue. After a long and intense discussion of poetry, Pepper reached across the cafeteria table and touched Geoff's hand briefly with her own. "I just wanted to say, that I like you a lot." Furious blush from the object of her assault. "Oh me too Pepper! I mean I like you too... I wish... But there's Sheila you see and..." Pepper smiled gently then "Geoff, I know about Sheila. Don't worry, her secret is safe with me." At this there came an expression on Geoff's face which was an amalgam of relief and irritation -- but the former predominated. "Well, since you know already, maybe the two of us could go out sometime? But we'd have to be a bit careful!" Another hand touch. "Of course Geoff -- I understand that perfectly. And I'd love to go out with you." And there went the last bang. It was all set for the following Saturday. Was there now to be a mad scramble in the interim -- looking for just the right outfit to wear; a more alluring new scent; the perfect makeup? Certainly not! Don't forget, we are talking about the Pepper Plan here! She had known about the upcoming Saturday night for weeks. It's all part of the Plan, and all those decisions about clothes and such, they'd been carefully thought out long since. No -- what happened with this "free time" was that the plan got extended and refined. In the crude first draft, it had the choice of movie, the kind of witty and romantic conversation at the following snack, and one or two possibilities for the "after" part -- delicious possibilities. But the refinements carried on quite a long way from there. If you've got the time, it's always wise to spend it on planning. Toujours la prevision! So what should happen after this first date? Well, to call it "first" would seem to imply some kind of sequence, no? With Geoff so obviously attracted to Pepper, and he being so suitable (and who knows how long it might be before another candidate with Geoff's qualifications turned up -- maybe never!) best to capitalize on the existing resources. There must be other dates, leading to more and more intimacy. Leading, in point of plain fact, to love. It was so obvious. Geoff was already more than halfway to love already, if only he'd known, (but men never do, do they?) and Pepper, the hard-nosed realist, could see the advantages. Many and various are the advantages of being in love and Pepper carefully catalogued them all. Yes, love would suit her very well thank you. And after that? Well they couldn't very well get married next week or anything. They'd have to finish high school for a start. And then there's college -- have to go to the same one. Pepper makes a note to start talking about this important topic with 'her' Geoff as soon as possible. It might take some time to find just the right college, so you couldn't start too soon to think about the future. With all this dreaming about the wonderful life to be shared by her and Geoff, Pepper quite forgot about the starting point. It was almost as if Saturday night lay behind her, already an accomplished fact. But it wasn't. No it wasn't accomplished at all. It was a complete and utter disaster. Geoff showed up a half-hour early! Punctuality would have been perfect. A few minutes early would have been charming, even a little flattering. But half an hour is a serious inconvenience -- it might even be a sign of well, thoughtlessness. But ok, put that behind us. Maybe Geoff just has a case of the jitters. But next was the movie. Pepper had given a great deal of weight to the selection of the correct movie. It had to be one that would provide her and Geoff with a topic of conversation and one that would demonstrate to each other, their "finer feelings". The Pepper plan called for a movie playing at a local 'art' house and Geoff had readily agreed. But on their way, Geoff had casually informed her that he'd heard that a number of their classmates were planning to go to that film so that prudence required the two of them go elsewhere. Just like that, and without so much as a by- your-leave! And worse than this casual flouting of the Plan, Geoff simply announced that they would go instead to see an "action" picture playing nearby instead. Pepper had started to get a bad feeling at that point -- a feeling that proved to be well-grounded. For the movie was just silly beyond belief and Geoff seemed to actually enjoy it. There was no intellectual fallout from the film at all; not one topic that Pepper could turn into one of the conversational paths dictated by the Plan. After the last of unaccountably many car chases and gun battles. Pepper and Geoff went off to a cafe for a snack and the talk they had was notable for its lack of sparkle and wit. Pepper tried heroically to rescue the Plan and had no help from Geoff at all. To be honest, Geoff seemed far more interested in staring at Pepper's chest (a wonderful sight to be sure) than in engaging her with witty repartee. In a definite hurry he was. He actually uttered the words "Well, let's get this show on the road."! Worse and worse. But worst of all, was the 'parking'. There were no declarations of undying love; no poetic descriptions of Pepper's great beauty; nothing that had ever been within hailing distance of the Plan. The only talking Geoff did, was to whine in a very unattractive way about how 'going' with Sheila had made him sexually frustrated. This was followed at once by a clumsy grab for Pepper's breasts. It was the very last straw. First an admonition "Oh please Geoff, don't do that." Next, when the request had no observable effect, a stinging slap to the handsome Geoffrey face. This had the effect of cooling his ardor and also seemed to make him angry! "Jesus Pepper, what did you do that for?" What the hell did you think I did it for, you bozo? "I'm sorry Geoff, I didn't mean to hit you quite that hard. But you were just going too fast." This was not much better received than the slap had been. "Too fast? You'd think I was trying to rape you or something. You're turning out to be quite the cock-teaser aren't you?" Right. It was all her fault. Very coolly "Well, if you feel that way, maybe you'd better take me home right now." And he had, grumbling about "little cock-teasers" under his breath the whole way. Young Geoff really knew how to ingratiate himself with a woman. And now she's back at her darkened house. Well at least she doesn't have to answer her parent's questions about the "big date" and why she has returned so early. They are away visiting and won't be back until late. Stomp stomp -- up the walk and open the door. Close it firmly (but not slammed! Little children do that sort of thing) behind you and turn on the hall lights. Except Pepper doesn't have to turn on the lights, since they are already on. She looks around, startled, an angry flush seeping up her neck. Oh this is just great. The lights are on and her brother Steve is at the foot of the stairs looking at her. It's all too much. First the asshole date and now her big brother "waiting up for her" as if she were a cheese-ball sixth grader. Next he'll want all the gory details. Best get the boot in first. "What the hell are you looking at?" she sneers. In response to this challenge, Steve displays a wisdom beyond his years. "Me? I'm not looking at anything. I just came downstairs to get myself a drink." He holds the soft-drink can aloft as proof of his bona fides. "Fine, you just take your drink, Butthead, and go back upstairs and babysit Beavis. I don't feel like talking right now." Unfortunately Steve's wisdom doesn't extend to detecting the difference between a woman's not feeling like talking (but really wanting and needing to) and really not feeling like talking. But it's a subtle difference sometimes, and Steve is a man after all, so back upstairs he goes -- to Pepper's increased irritation. Faced with her brother's defection, Pepper goes into the living-room and sits down in the dark. How could it all have gone so fucking wrong? Well, she thinks, her eye falling upon the liquor cabinet. A good slug of something or other and she can get right down to planning Round Two. It will have to be with someone other than the cup of pond scum called Geoff, of course, but he was, after tonight, out of sight and out of daydreams. She is, it would seem, in a royally filthy mood. Pouring a slug of creme de menthe into a tumbler, Pepper takes a lusty draft to banish the thought of Geoff and his churlish moves. It's rather too large a swallow for her and she coughs explosively. There comes a sound from the doorway and she whirls around spilling the drink clutched not very securely in her hand. There stands brother Steve, come downstairs again to see if his little sister might want to talk after all. His look of sympathetic understanding is short-lived. "What the hell are you doing, you little jerk?" Oops. Perhaps it's time for the worldly and sophisticated Pepper to have a little rest and let the wily teenager hold sway for a bit. "I'm just sitting here!" she snarls. "What are you getting all bent out of shape about?" A bit more wily would have been better. "Oh right. And I suppose the liquor cabinet just opened by itself and that stuff running down your chin is some disgusting green cough syrup?" Pepper starts to boil dangerously close to the rim of her personal pot. There is little left in her small box of tricks this evening, but brass still lines the bottom. "Ever heard of 'Nyquil', creep? I think I am getting a cold." She sniffs convincingly and huffs over to the couch. Steve rolls his eyes, the flush on his face revealing his anger at having his brotherly concern blown off by his flippant sister. "I ought to leave you here and let you drink that crap until you pass out...let Mom and Dad find you and wale your tail." "Well why the hell don't you just do that, Mr. Babysitter? After all, couldn't do it yourself, couldja, Stevie? Might get a woodie, huh? Might have to use up your Kleenex later? Whudja name the box, anyway...'Linda'?" Steve balls his hands into fists at the sound of his late, lamented girlfriend's name. Bad enough Pep had driven her off, but this... Steve crosses the room in a stride, kicking shut the liquor cabinet on the way to his sister. Taken by surprise, Pepper can do little more than squeak as Steve grabs her upper arm , hauls her to her feet, and takes her place on the flowered couch. "Let me go, you pervert, you creep, you...." she begins, but he cuts her off, furious. H is jaw is clenched so tight he can barely speak. "Don't you *ever*, EVER, kid me about..." "Ok ok all right, Jesus, let me go you Bonehead. SHIT! LET ME GO!! NO!!" Pepper is unceremoniously dragged across her brother's strong thighs, and both wrists are held to the small of her back. Nothing happens for a moment. Then Steve, remembering his little sister's surprising strength, slips one leg out from beneath her belly and clamps it over the backs of her thighs, effectively pinioning her and coincidentally arching her plump bottom up perfectly for what Steve has in mind. He is going to show his bratty sister that he can deliver a punishment paddling as well as Mom *or* Dad. Pepper, her grown-up makeup smeared, turns to look at her brother, her fury rolling off her in hot waves. "You let me go Stevie, or I swear..." "You swear what, you little bitch? You NEED a good spanking sometimes, *I* swear, and I can give it to you, don't think I can't... don't think I WON'T!" With that pronouncement, Steve takes a deep breath, quickly flips his sister's skirt up, grabs the waistband of Pepper's thin nylon panties and pulls. They come down easily, Pepper howls in furious protest. "Let me go let me go let me GO!!!" she shrieks, struggling impotently against his strength. Steve closes his eyes for a minute as the full, smooth, china-white globes of his sister's bottom are presented. Despite his anger and determination, he feels that stirring in the root of his belly, and decides he had better get this over with. He raises his hand and brings it down firmly across the bottom slopes of Pepper's pretty cheeks. "OW! NOT SO HARD!" she protests. "I'll show you HARD, young lady!" *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SMACK* *SMACK* Steve's hand bounces over the surface of Pepper's upturned bottom, covering it with crimson. She wiggles and squirms, kicking up first one foot, then the other as the sting spreads and deepens. "This time, young lady, you are going to really feel it, this time, you are SPANK going to learn SPANK something about SPANK responsibility SPANK and how to treat the SPANK people who SPANK care about SPANK you!!!" Her thighs fall open as she kicked. "Stevie, NO! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! OW! OW! OW! It hurts! PLEEEEEZE!!" Steve's breath starts to come hard and short. His hand, raised for one more slap, hovers and is lowered. His voice is rough. There is a long, hot silence. Peppers crimson bottom quivers, inches from his hand. Her breasts lift and press, lift and press against the surface of the couch as she heaves for breath. She is not crying. She is not. She presses one small soft moan into the silence, and her hips jerk once, twice. "Ok, get up. And go upstairs and get ready for bed, you brat. I'll clean up down here and then I'm going to bed too." He dumped her unceremoniously onto the couch. Pepper is half-sitting, half-lying, rubbing her bottom and crying softly. "GO!" he orders again, unable to cradle and comfort her as Mom or Dad would have. She looks at him accusingly, her eyes big and wet. Suddenly, she IS crying. "I'm GOING, you creep!" she shouts, thinking this is the worst possible end to the worst evening of her life. Pepper doesn't bother pulling up her panties as she thunders up the stairs, headed for her room. Continued in part 2... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 67