Backfire

This story was originally intended as a rather silly one-off short, but ended up starting a serial. The idea of this series is that it follows an X+1 progression; in each chapter, one new spanker is added to the roster, and our sub gets it from all of her previous spankers as well. Her life is going to be painful.

...

“Stan? You mean Stan Geller?”

April nodded, closing her eyes dreamily. “Yesss. God, I‘ve been trying to get him to notice me since winter break, but he, like, just keeps being there.”

They were sitting on the couch in their dorm room, chatting during a commercial break in Dexter. Sara was a tall, athletic redhead; she ran track, played tennis, the works. April, who currently wore a slightly downtrodden expression, was a short blonde girl with a softer, curvier figure. The two had been friends since they started college together last year.

Sara listened curiously to her roommate’s plight. Sara and April were part of the same weekly study group, which Stan had joined late last semester. Sara had known Stan before that (she was friends with an ex-girlfriend of his), but April had not.

“He is cute,” Sara agreed, “and he knows how to cook. I…guess he‘s not a bad choice.”

April gave Sara a curious look.

“You guess?”

Sara flashed her a “well, if you REALLY want to know” smile. April looked on impatiently.

“Well…” Sara said, not sure if she should really be spilling the beans, “Jen told me that part of the reason they broke up was…um…spanking.”

April raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean? Spanking?”

“She told me Stan was, y’know, into it. Like, as a sex thing. He kept wanting to do it, she didn’t.”

April looked shocked. She knew that kinkiness wasn’t all that uncommon, especially among their offbeat circle of friends. But Stan? Hitting a girl? That image just wasn’t something she could get her mind around.

Sara smiled again. “So yeah. That‘s the story.”

“Huh.”

April seemed to be thinking. Sara found this somewhat amusing.

“Still want to date Stan?”

“Spanking? Wow, um…I think…yeah, I could see myself there, I guess. Like, sure, even if he‘s sort of freaky, he‘s still the same guy, right?”

Sara shrugged. “I‘m not the one to ask.”

April frowned thoughtfully, evaluating this new information.

Sara shook her head. Whine, whine, whine. Sometimes, when April got into these moods, it seemed like that was all she could do. April was far from unattractive. Sara even envied her, when they went to parties and it seemed like all the guys had their eyes glued to April’s chest and butt. April did have quite a butt, Sara had to admit. Big, round, and jiggly as a mound of jell-o. Haha, maybe Stan really should give April a try. The mental image of April’s fat ass getting a good tanning was awfully funny. Sara thought it would actually be kind of cool if that happened…Stan would certainly get a kick out of it, at least.

The show came back on, and they watched Dexter kill people for the next fifteen minutes. Or at least, Sara did. April wouldn’t shut her damned mouth.

“Like, you think he‘d want to do that with any girl, or was it, like, just Jenn? Like, I…”

Sara rolled her eyes. Even without that bum of hers, maybe April could use an occasional spanking just to make her shut up. Once they got through the show, April got up and turned off the TV, wiping some dirty blonde locks out of her face as she stood. Sara watched April’s fat, wobbling buttcheeks shake under her panties as she walked. Sara’s eyes narrowed in thought. You know…

“You think I should get some new outfits? Like, these shorts are cute, but-”

“April,” said Sara, “shut up. I have an idea.” Even if April didn’t like the idea, which she probably wouldn’t, maybe she would at least listen to the first part of that.

“What?”

Sara giggled, pushing some red bangs out of her eyes. “If Stan sees you get a spanking, I bet he‘ll want in on the fun.”

“WHAT???”

April stopped being whiny long enough to chuckle along with her.

Shaking her head, hardly able to believe she was actually suggesting this, Sara told April her idea. When the two were done laughing and making jokes about it, April thought about it seriously.

“Oh god, that would be…I don‘t even know, just crazy! Its like something you‘d hear about from a friend‘s friend.”

Sara shrugged. “We are in college.”

There was silence for a few minutes, broken only by the occasional giggle.

“Okay, but like, seriously. Do you think that would actually work?”

Sara shrugged. “I know I‘d notice. Especially if I had a fetish.”

“Yeah but…oh god, its crazy!”

“It was just a passing thought.”

More silence. Then.

“Do you REALLY think it would-”

“Yes.”

April blushed deeply, grinning an embarrassed, yet unconsciously sultry grin.

“Well…yeah…I guess we are in college.”

…

“You‘re not going to do it hard, are you?” Asked April as she waddled along beside Sara. Okay, waddled might not be the best word, but close enough; April wasn’t that out of shape, but she did have a couple of pounds here and there that weren’t strictly necessary. It helped fill out her figure.

“Its got to be convincing,” Sara answered.

“But…”

“If you‘re that nervous about it, you shouldn't be after Stan.”

April blushed again. “Okay, you‘re right.”

They reached the common room/kitchen in the dormitory basement and said hi to the others. This was the meeting place for their study group.

“Hey Stan,” said April sweetly.

“Heya,” Stan replied with a friendly nod of his head. Stan was a tall, dark-haired boy, with an athletic figure and very striking green eyes. He had brought donuts tonight…it was always something. You know, thought Sara, he is a pretty sweet guy, even if he’s got secrets. He would be good for April. Hell, she decided, he’d be good for most girls, as long as they didn’t mind his bedroom eccentricities. She was really going to be doing her roommate a favor tonight.

An hour and a half later, people started saying goodnight and going back to their rooms. As Stan began to put his books away, Sara said “Stan, I think you left your coffee cup here last week. Isn't that it in the kitchen?”

“Did I? Huh, thanks.” Stan went into the little kitchenette, giving the common room an extra minute to empty. In a few moments, it was just the three of them in there. Perfect.

April looked at her nervously. Sara grinned and nodded. April blushed and nodded back. Showtime.

“APRIL!” Sara shouted, dropping her bookbag to the ground, “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?”

“Wuh…um…“ April coward a few steps back and stammered, “…it’s a calculator.”

Sara huffed. “Oh, a calculator. That‘s MY calculator! What the hell is it doing in your backpack?”

Sara shouted loudly enough to be heard in the kitchen, but not quite enough to wake people up in the surrounding rooms. At least she hoped not.

“I…um…mine was out of juice, and I didn‘t think-”

“Yeah, you didn‘t think. What else is new? I NEEDED THAT IN CLASS TODAY YOU LITTLE BITCH! I had to share with someone else for the quiz. Do you know how embarrassing that was?”

Stan’s head appeared around the corner of the kitchen entrance. His eyes were wide. He had never seen Sara act like this before. It was completely out of character. She decided they had better get on with it before he excused himself.

“Obviously not!” Sara growled. In a flash, she reached out and grabbed April by the hair, making her wince and “ow!” as she yanked her back toward the couch. April, gritting her teeth against the pain, winked at her. Sara decided not to risk winking back; it would be too easy for Stan to notice.

“Ow! Ow! Sorry! Ow-let go! Here, we can talk about this in our room!”

“No.” Said Sara, “No talking. I‘m not interested in your excuses. We‘ll sort this out right now!”

Sara sat down, sideways, on one arm of the couch and pulled April down over her lap, letting go of her hair and grabbing her around the torso. April wriggled and begged to be released, feet kicking a few inches above the carpet. They made quite a sight in this position. Sara was a tall, almost Amazonian figure, just shy of six feet tall, body slender and toned, and she wore a very convincing expression of rage. April was about the right relative height to be Sara’s daughter, and acted the part with her struggling and half-coherent begging to be released. The fact that April had enough tits and ass to fill out a girl twice her stature only made the picture prettier. Sara risked a quick, sideways glance at the kitchen door. Stan was still standing there, completely motionless, mouth starting to hang open.

“Sara, please, not in pu-”

SLAP!

Sara brought her right hand down hard against the seat of April’s skirt. April was wearing a miniskirt and thong tonight, just as they had agreed. As a result, part of Sara’s hand fell under the cloth line and hit naked thigh.

“OW!”

April’s reaction (which included even more bucking and kicking) was genuine. She had not expected one slap to sting that much. It dawned on her, to her dread, that Sara was probably one of the strongest, most athletic girls she knew, and that, for the sake of verisimilitude, she would not be holding back much. She shouldn’t have agreed to this! But it was too late to back down now…

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“I told you to ASK ME before taking my things!” Sara pressed down with her left forearms as she swung her right in a wide, meteoric arc, slapping April’s bum with as much drama as she could muster. “DIDN’T I?”

“Ow! Ow! Yes, I‘m sorry! I-WHAT THE??”

Sara had grabbed April’s miniskirt and flicked it up over her backside, pinning it against April’s back with her other arm. In their position, April’s ass was pointed straight at Stan, and that thong covered maybe five percent of it (the thong did its best, but seriously, there was a lot of ground to cover). Her round, chubby, perky cheeks jiggled lewdly into the open air, requiring severe punishment for their immodesty.

Sara brought back her arm and gave her roommate the hardest slap yet, catching her right in the center of the right cheek and making it bounce and wobble around beautifully. That one left an angry, pink handprint across April’s virtually naked buttock.

“YEOW!!!”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

“We agreed not to use each other‘s things without asking!”

SLAP! SLAP! Aprils’ massive bottom was now lightly pink all the way across.

“DIDN’T WE?”

April’s answer was cut short by a truly fierce volley of slaps that exploded into the lower, fleshy undersides of both cheeks, right at the crease where they tucked back in to her thighs. Her butt wasn’t done jiggling from the last smack when the next three landed, keeping it dancing and wobbling constantly for the entire spanking. April’s rear really was perfect for spanking. Sara was actually wondering why she hadn’t thought to do this before.

As April kicked and mewled, Sara finished her off with another dozen slaps to each big, reddened cheek. Then, without releasing her unfortunate roommate, she reached into her bag and pulled out her secret weapon.

Sara’s parents were of the old fashioned, spare-the-rod variety. As a result, she had been corporally punished pretty often as a kid, all the way up until eighth grade. She knew, therefore, exactly how to hold a struggling girl down to keep her in place until the punishment was over. She knew also that a proper spanking began with a parent’s hand, and ended with an even two dozen with a hairbrush. There were two reasons why she hadn’t mentioned this part of her plan to April. One was that she wasn’t sure it was worth mentioning; when spankings were given, a hairbrush was used. That’s just how its done, at least in Sara‘s household growing up. Part and parcel of any convincing punishment, right? The other was that...well…April wasn’t going to win any Emmis for acting. She had exceeded Sara’s expectations so far tonight, but her performance probably wouldn’t stand up to scrutiny, and Stan was very likely to scrutinize. If she wasn’t expecting the hairbrush, her reactions would be much more genuine.

Sara stole another covert glance at Stan as she pulled out the plastic, flat-backed hairbrush and held it aloft. His eyes were as wide as saucers. He wasn’t excusing himself. In fact, he darted back around the corner to avoid notice as she glanced in that direction; he wasn't going anywhere, and who could blame him?

“What are you doing!?!?”

April was looking up over her shoulder and staring, terrified, at the hairbrush. Her eyes were full of indignation, confusion, and not a bit of trepidation. Sara shrugged a little and gave her a look that said “well, we agreed it would have to be a real spanking. Anyway, there‘s no backing out now without ruining everything, so I guess you‘ll have to grin and bear it.” April moaned and shut her eyes, falling weakly back into place over her friend’s lap, gritting her teeth against what was to come. Sara pressed the back of the hairbrush against April’s angry, red buttocks, pushing those thick cushions of flesh down against the hips. Her left hand crept further down April’s back, grabbing the hem of her thong and pulling it upward into her crack, resulting in a painful wedgie that left even more bottom exposed for the brush.

The first CRACK! of the hairbrush came with a twirling flick of Sara’s hand, and crashed like flat, plastic shockwave into the swell of her left butt. April’s cheek flattened and pancaked out under the force of the brush, then bounced and jiggled madly back outward when she raised it again. For a second, April didn’t seem to react to the blow. Then, when her nerves did their job…

“AUUGH! OW! NO!”

She kicked her legs wildly and tried to push herself off of Sara’s lap. She almost succeeded too; Sara had to lean forward and press her full weight onto April’s lap to keep her in position. Despite this awkward pose, she managed to raise her hand to around shoulder level again, and brought the brush down in a series of blind, clumsily-aimed stokes.

SNAP! CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! WACK!

As April howled, Sara managed to raise herself back into an upright, sitting position while keeping April pinned with her left arm. April’s ass was red from crowns to crease, with a handful of deeper, ugly crimson splotches where the hairbrush had left its calling card. Now that she could aim and swing properly again, Sara wasted no time in applying fast, even strokes to her victim’s behind, making sure every last centimeter of the brush bit deeply into the flesh with each landing. She swung without any sign of tiring, putting those tennis muscles to good use. She wasn’t using nearly her full strength, but she still went hard enough to make sure there was real pain and distress in April’s yelps.

CRACK! “You.” CRACK! “Will.” CRACK! “Ask.” CRACK! “Next.” CRACK! “TIME!”

She sped up for the final dozen, her arm becoming a blur as she paddled as fast (though still not as hard) as she could, landing the blows in a circle around April’s protruding target. April was sniffling now, eyes starting to get damp and bleary under her blonde bangs. Her body was still bucking and trembling as hard as ever, but Sara had this pinning thing down now. There was absolutely nothing April could do as Sara landed the last ten strokes in the space of four seconds.

“Well now,” said Sara, dropping the hairbrush back into her bag, “have we learned our lesson?”

She put her hand back on April’s buttocks and gently massaged them, kneading the shiny, red hot flesh with her fingers. April’s backside was the color of red construction paper, with the lower sit spots being a darker, tomato shade.

“Y-yes!” April gasped, sniffling in pain, “I‘ll never do it again!”

Sara smiled. “Good.”

She patted her bottom a couple times with her hand, putting just the slightest jiggle back into it, before letting April back up. April’s hands raced to her backside, clutching it tightly as she bounced on the balls of her feet. She glared at Sara angrily, her eyes on the brink of tears. Sara smiled sweetly back as she got back to her feet. As they left the room together, she stole a final glance at the kitchen door. No sign of Stan. He was probably hiding in the kitchen taking care of himself after the show.

As they returned to their room, April glared at Sara.

“You didn't tell me about the brush!”

Sara shrugged. “You didn‘t ask. Its not that bad; my mom used a wooden one when I was a kid. Now THAT would have hurt.”

“You could have just stuck with your hand!”

“Not really,” said Sara as she opened their door, “if I really wanted to spank someone, I‘d use a brush. You told me you wanted to make it look real.”

April shook her blonde head, wiping her blotchy face again. “You‘re still a bitch!”

Sara nodded. “Fair enough.”

To atone for her overzealousness, Sara got a cold beer out of their fridge and rolled it over April’s sizzling ass, providing some relief. As she did this, the topic of conversation turned back to their objective for the night.

“Did he seem like he was interested?”

“Oh yeah. You should have seen his face. He couldn't take his eyes off you. Or part of you, anyway.”

“Really?”

“Really. He‘s not going to think about anything else for a week.”

April seemed satisfied by this answer. Soon, they were giggling and making jokes about the silliness of the whole situation, and April finally got up and creamed Sara with a couch cushion, showing that she wasn’t angry anymore. After a thoroughly gratuitous scene of the two half-naked girls jumping around and having a pillow fight, they got ready for bed. April would have to sleep on her stomach tonight, but she could hardly wait to run into Stan again now. As for Sara…she looked forward to being able to watch TV in peace.

…

The next day, Sara answered a knock at the door. It was Stan.

“Hey,” she said, “what‘s up?” She grinned conspiratorially before adding “Did you find your coffee cup?”

“Hahaha,” he laughed nervously, “no, actually, it was weird. I found it in the sink in my room, where I thought I had left it.”

“Huh,” said Sara, “guess someone else’ looked like yours. Anyway, April’s in the shower right now. If you wait a couple minutes, she’ll be out soon.”

Stan smiled. He really did have a charming smile, Sara thought.

“Actually,” he said, “I wanted to talk to you.”

Sara raised her eyebrows a bit. What the hell?

“Um…”

She really wasn’t sure what was going on here.

“…okay. What‘s up?”

“Well,” he said, “I got two tickets for the Modest Mouse concert next week, and I only need one of them. I thought maybe you could help me avoid wasting the second one.”

WHAT????

“I…um…”

It was now Sara’s turn to stammer.

“I dunno, I‘ll have to think about it. Here, maybe April would want-”

He shook his head. “No offense to April, but I think I’d rather take you.”

Slowly, comprehension dawned as Sara recounted her conversation with Jen. She had told her that Stan was into spanking. But she had never clarified who he wanted on the receiving end.

He smiled that winning smile again.

“Um…”

“I can make dinner afterward. You liked my brisket, right?”

…

“YOU BACKSTABBING BITCH!!!!”

“I tried to get him to ask you for fifteen minutes. I’m not exaggerating, you were drying yourself by the time he left.”

“HOW COULD YOU FUCKING DO THAT? I TRUSTED YOU!”

Sara shook her head helplessly. “I told you what I knew. I was joking when I suggested that, you‘re the one who wanted to go through with it.”

April was screaming at Sara from across the room. Sara had spent the last two days trying to get Stan interested in April, but he seemed to have fallen hopelessly in love. And, while she felt terrible admitting it, Sara had begun to reciprocate. Stan had this witty, underdog charm about him that made her want to just bring him home and make him hers. No one could accuse her of not trying to fix April’s chances with him, but it became more of an uphill battle every time they saw each other. And honestly, all the boys wanted April. Sara wasn’t used to being first choice, and it felt damned good.

“I‘LL BET YOU LIKED IT, DIDN‘T YOU!?!? YOU‘RE A FUCKING LESBIAN!”

“Well…” Sara said slowly, “if you didn‘t like it, you probably won‘t last longer than Jen did.”

“FUCK YOU!!!”

Sara sighed. She knew she couldn’t blame April for being upset, but seriously, she was acting like it was all Sara’s fault. She wasn’t going to be able to watch TV in peace for a month, was she? No, probably not.

“Alright,” said Sara, “when he knocks on the door, you can answer. I‘ll pretend I have a headache. If you can-”

“I‘m telling your mom about the weed!”

Sara’s jaw dropped.

“April, stop being ridiculous.”

April did not stop. Instead, she picked up the phonebook.

“April…Are you even thinking?”

April was flipping through the pages. Wow. Sara was used to her occasional, petulant moods, but this was a side of her friend that she had never seen before. Sara had never suspected that April could be such a spoiled brat. I mean, the signs were all there, but she had never bothered to put them together, and now that April was in a situation where the full extent of it showed Sara was just shocked.

“My mom‘ll take me home if she finds out about that! April, this is actually serious stuff. You know what, let‘s do what I said before; when he comes in, we‘ll sit down and tell him everything.”

“Shut up!”

Sara had already suggested that several times. April was no more amenable to it now than she was before. Desperate, she stood up and tried to pull the book out of April’s hands.

“Let go!”

“I can‘t let you do this! Its not fair.”

“Its not fair you stole Stan you cunt!”

“What the…stole him? You‘re making it sound like he was obsessed with you before!”

“GIVE IT BACK YOU BITCH, GIVE IT BACK!!!”

April slapped Sara across the face.

For a very long second, silence rang across the room. Sara stared at April in shock, raising a hand to rub her face where she had been hit. April looked smug, giving her a “now you know what it feels like” glare.

More silence.

Then, Sara grabbed April by the scruff of the neck and dragged her into the middle of the room.

“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!!”

“Do you promise to be rational?”

“FUCK YOU!!! LEMEGO!!!”

She punched Sara in the stomach, winding her and nearly making her let go. Sara growled and wrestled her struggling roommate down, throwing her against the floor and sitting down on her back. April was struggling for real, but she had crossed too many lines. Sara was determined.

Pinning April under her body, Sara reached forward and tore her panties down, leaving her luscious, bratty bottom exposed.

“WHAT THE FU-"

Sara turned up the music in her head and started the spanking.

“OW! OW! OOOWWW!!!!”

At this angle, she had much more room to swing than last time, and she wasn’t pulling any punches. Her last spanking had been hard and fierce, but she hadn’t nearly used her full strength. This time, though, she had a very real lesson to teach.

“Owww! I’m sorry, please stop! No! No! I won’t call your mom, I won’t call the cops, I won’t, ow! Ow! OW!”

Two days worth of anxiety, frustration, and annoyance were pouring through Sara’s arm and into April’s ass. Her hand fell much faster than the clicks of the second hand of the clock mounted on their wall, and each smack landed with every bit as much force as her body could provide. She was spanking from the torso, all the muscles in her upper body clenched for a unified purpose.

A minute later, April was blubbering incoherently, her words not making even the slightest amount of sense. A minute after that, she was screaming and crying like a six-month-old baby, tears cascading down her cheeks and wetting the carpet beneath her blonde head. Sara’s palm felt like she had pressed it down against a hotplate, and her arm was aching something fierce. But she didn’t stop. April’s bum was at least as dark a red as it had been after the paddling a few nights ago. Swollen to a size even more generous than its natural volume, April’s round, cheeky ass was dancing like the entire cast of Rocky Horror under Sara’s clublike hand, a madly jiggling, trembling mass of dark red and purple flesh, its entire self consumed with indescribable, searing pain.

After five uninterrupted minutes of this, Sara finally got up. Her arm hurt more than it ever had since she broke it nine years ago. Her hand was completely numb. She couldn’t begin to imagine how April’s bottom must feel, and in all honesty, I can’t think of words to describe it. April’s blistered, bruising cheeks were completely red from top to bottom, leaning toward a darker shade on the swollen, fatty undersides. She was still crying, hands twitching involuntarily between her face and her devastated ass as she writhed and squirmed on the floor.

There was a knock at the door. Fixing her hair, Sara went to answer it.

“Ready to g-woah!”

Stan’s eyes widened as he noticed April lying helplessly on the floor, trying to clutch her smoldering rump with trembling hands, and heard her anguished sobs. Sara could tell he was getting excited again.

Sara shook her head. “She borrowed my calculator again. Let’s hit that concert.”

She put her hand in his and led him out of the room, ignoring April's anguished sobbing. It occurred to her that it was April's turn to do the dishes tonight; she decided a dose of the hairbrush would await her if she didn't.