Welcome to Puttsdale 3.8 (BUG TEST)

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==><== #WELCOME TO PUTTSDALE A CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN- DISCIPLINE ADVENTURE by victor mammoth (if:(saved-games:) contains "File A")[{ }[[CONTINUE]] ][[ENTER CODE]] [[BEGIN->DISCLAIMER]] <== {(set:$money=0) (set:$charisma=0) (set:$trustworthiness=0) (set:$authority=0) (set:$submissiveness=0) (set:$dominance=0) (set:$time=0) (set:$bottom="unspanked") (set:$inventory = (a:)) (set:$photos= (a:)) (set:$video=(a:)) (set:$skills = (a:)) (set:$familiars = (a:)) (set:$relationships = (a:)) (set:$opened = (a:)) (set:$following=(a:)) (set:$given=(a:)) (set:$received=(a:))}

Are you a boy or a girl? [["I'm a boy."]<boy|(click:?boy)[(set:$gender="boy")(replace:?gender)[So you're a (print:$gender) -- good to know! [[Continue->AGE]]]] ["I'm a girl."]<girl|(click:?girl)[(set:$gender="girl")(replace:?gender)[So you're a (print:$gender) -- good to know! [[Continue->AGE]]]]]<gender|

You step off the bus at the final stop on the line. You're the sole passenger, and the bus driver shrugs as you turn to look at him over your shoulder: his expression seems to say, //I dunno, kid -- you're the first person to get off here!// He closes the door, and as the tires crunch in the gravely road, you survey your surroundings. A blue bus stop sign is the only landmark on this road. To your right, a long, extending road ending in what seems to be a clearing surrounded by evergreens. //They weren't kidding when they said this was a small town...// The grass is tall and itchy on your ankles. No street lights. No advertisements. No road signs, even. Just the memory of the greeting billboard: "WELCOME TO PUTTSDALE! Population: 567." //Gotta add one more now,// you think, grinning. You breath deeply, drinking the fresh air into your lungs. You'd like to soak in the scenery some more, but it's time to get on your way. [[Continue->GIRL/BOY]]{ (set: $name to (prompt: "What's your name?", "Ana"))}

So, what are you in town for? [["I'm just looking for a new start."]<chaotic_neutral| ["Oh, I'm here to spank as many naughty butts as I can!"]<chaotic_evil| ["W-well, I've been needing some...//stricter// discipline."]<chaotic_good|]<personality|{ }(click:?chaotic_neutral)[(replace:?personality)[Well, you've got no money in your pocket, the clothes on your back, and not much else. Wishing you the best of luck!](set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness+3)(replace:?continue)[[[Continue->STATS]]]]{ }(click:?chaotic_evil)[(replace:?personality)[Oh, really? You'll have to be careful not to wind up on the other end of things (pun intended).](set:$dominance=$dominance+2)(set:$authority=$authority+2)(set:$tolerance=$tolerance-1)(replace:?continue)[[[Continue->STATS]]]]{ }(click:?chaotic_good)[(replace:?personality)[Hm. You've chosen the right small town...you'll get what you're looking for, but be careful out there!](set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+2)(set:$authority=$authority-1)(set:$tolerance=$tolerance+2)(replace:?continue)[[[Continue->STATS]]]] []<continue|

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**BUS STOP**(set:$time=$time+1) { }You're currently standing at an intersection of three road beside the plexi-glass siding of the bus stop. (unless:$familiars contains "bus stop")[The first road is the high way you just came from, an interstate extending for miles into the distance over flatlands marked with hardy trees. At first, you believe the bus stop sign is the only indicator that anyone stops here for any reason -- but then you notice an old wooden signpost standing crookedly a few yards ahead. You're just barely able to read the faded lettering: Apparently, Piermont Avenue extends from the the highway. Down in this direction, you think you see the charcoal rooves of houses -- reddish ranch homes with flat tops. Bearing to the right is Main Street, although it looks anything but main. You can see a clearing of trees, but not much else down that way.(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"bus stop"))](else:)[Since you don't intend to leave town, there's not much for you to do here.](if:$relationships contains "Wren Glacey - FRIEND")[(unless:$inventory contains "message 1")[There's something white fluttering in the grass. //A piece of paper?// [[Go pick it up->MESSAGE 1]] ]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]](display:"STATUS")]]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

Okay, (print: $name), here are your stats: [CHARISMA]<cha|:(print:$charisma) [TRUSTWORTHINESS]<tru|:(print:$trustworthiness) [AUTHORITY]<aut|:(print:$authority) [TOLERANCE]<tol|:(print:$tolerance) [SUBMISSIVENESS]<sub|:(print:$submissiveness) [DOMINANCE]<dom|:(print:$dominance) Your choices throughout the game will affect these stats. Click on any of the traits listed to get a description of what that stat does. DESCRIPTION: []<desc|{ (click:?cha)[(replace:?desc)[Having higher charisma allows you to form relationships with townies faster, increasing the frequency of events.]] (click:?tru)[(replace:?desc)[Having higher trustworthiness allows you to receive items and requests from townies more easily.]] (click:?aut)[(replace:?desc)[Your authority in the town allows you to perform dominant actions and have characters obey you.]] (click:?tol)[(replace:?desc)[Your tolerance as a player allows you to perform submissive actions and unlock new interactions.]] (click:?sub)[(replace:?desc)[Increasing your submissiveness allows you to request/receive spankings from more characters.]] (click:?dom)[(replace:?desc)[Increasing your dominance allows you to give spankings to more characters.]]} [[Begin->MAP]]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**RANCH HOUSES**(set:$time=$time+1) { }(unless:$familiars contains "ranch houses")[Rows of ticky-tack houses -- each of them only one story high, with a patch of lawn and a front porch -- line the narrow streets. The sidewalks are cracked, but the weeds cropping up in the bare spaces are wild-flowers: colorful, a dry, hardy aestetic. Separating each house is a small asphalt driveway, most of which are empty. //Doesn't look like many people are home,// you reflect. Although you do note some small movements in the windows, flutterings behind white gossamer curtains as a woman cleans dishes at the sink here, as a dog observes the street from a sunporch.(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"ranch houses")) { }](if:$time>90)[(unless:$relationships contains "Petra Strevetsky")[You hear a shrill voice from one of the ranch houses further down the block. //It sounds like...someone crying for help?// Each cry is punctuated by a resounding //thwack//. //Seems to be coming from that direction over there...// [[Follow the sound->STREVETSKY HOUSE]] ]]{  }(if:$day_count is 2)[(if:$time>108)[(unless:$relationships contains "Petra Strevetsky - FRIEND")[(unless:$pet_loc is "display")[(set:$pet_loc="display")You hear some commotion from Petra's house. After yesterday's spectacle, your curiousity is piqued. //I wonder what's happening there now...//](else:)[Petra's punishment is still ongoing -- she sits dejectedly on the front lawn, her red heinie still on display to the neighborhood.] [[Check it out->STREVETSKY HOUSE]] ]]]{  }(if:$literature is "//Trust Me//")[(if:$time<72)[(unless:$relationships contains "Philia Reese")[There's a woman sitting out on her front porch drinking coffee. She's young -- maybe 30, but probably just barely -- and she has a certain composure you're drawn in by. She gives you an analytical look, and the corner of her lips tweaks up in a smile. [[Talk to her|PHILIA REESE]]](else:)[(unless:$phi_loc is "work")[Philia is sitting on her front porch drinking a cup of coffee before she goes in to work. [[Talk to her|PHILIA REESE]]]]]]{ }(unless:$opened contains "Ling House" or $opened contains "Salt House" or $opened contains "Bee House" or $opened contains "Neilson House" or $opened contains "Strevetsky House" or $opened contains "Boyle House" or $opened contains "Christmas House")[You don't know anyone living in the ranch houses at this time, so it's best not to barge in.]{  }(else:)[Would you like to visit someone? ](if:$opened contains "Christmas House")[ [[Visit Amanda->CHRISTMAS HOUSE]]](if:$opened contains "Salt House")[ [[Visit Leah->SALT HOUSE]]](if:$opened contains "Bee House")[ [[Visit Chiza->BEE HOUSE]]](if:$opened contains "Neilson House")[ [[Visit Lily->NEILSON HOUSE]]](if:$opened contains "Ling House")[ [[Visit Elaine->LING HOUSE]]](if:$opened contains "Strevetsky House")[ [[Visit Petra->STREVETSKY HOUSE]]](if:$opened contains "Boyle House")[ [[Visit Doug->BOYLE HOUSE]]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$day_count>2)[(unless:$relationships contains "Petra Strevetsky - FRIEND")[ You're about to turn around when you hear a screen door slam. A thinnish girl with tangled hair is padding barefoot down her front porch. She drops down to a sitting position on the last step, looking bored.(if:$relationships contains "Petra Strevetsky")[ You recognize her as Petra, the girl who you heard being spanked on your first day here...] [[Talk to her|SMOKE WEED WITH PETRA]]]](if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**UPTOWN**(set:$time=$time+1) { }(unless:$familiars contains "uptown")[You arrive at a suburban plaza: Uptown. Shops line this section of Main Street, each of them quaint and pleasant, refreshingly honest and colorful. People flit across the street, not having to look in either direction for cars (which drift down the road slowly and rarely), and absolutely everyone greets each other. On the right side of the street, you have the Lost Page Bookstore, Busy Bee Hardware, and Angelworth's Liquor. There's also the shell of a storefront with a banner that says "COMING SOON." On the left side, you see Peabody Convenience, Tom's Bakery, Iggy's Soft Serve Ice Cream, Mr. Pizzaman's Pizzeria, and American Dry Cleaners. Each storefront is clean and polished, reflecting the sunny-ness of the afternoon. Some of the shopkeepers poke their heads out of the doors, looking for patrons -- or, perhaps, just for people they know.(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"uptown")) ]Would you like to enter a shop? [[Enter bookstore->BOOKSTORE]] [[Enter hardware store->HARDWARE STORE]] [[Enter pharmacy->PHARMACY]] [[Enter pizzeria->PIZZERIA]] [[Enter liquor store->LIQUOR STORE]] [[Enter ice cream parlor->ICE CREAM PARLOR]] [[Enter bakery->BAKERY]] [[Enter dry cleaners->DRY CLEANERS]](if:$day_count>6)[(unless:$familiars contains "Clothing Store")[ One storefront is still under construction: the COMING SOON banner is drooping and dusty now, blasted by sawdust and concrete. But the fencing yeilds promise, and the door is now open. You could go inside and see it for yourself.(set:$familiars = $familiars+(a:"clothing store")) ][[Enter open storefront->CLOTHING STORE]]]{ }(unless:$relationships contains "Lily Neilson")[ You notice two police women talking by a parking meter. One of them is small, pretty, and blonde with a round face and bright eyes -- her badge says "NEILSON," and she's writing a parking ticket. The other stands head and shoulders above her, tan and curvaceous and wearing dark sunglasses. She's wearing a county deputy badge and glancing about suspiciously. [[Listen to their conversation->LILY NEILSON]]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**DEACON CUL-DE-SAC**(set:$time=$time+1) { }(unless:$familiars contains "large cul-de-sac")[The houses in this cul-de-sac have well manicured lawns and white picket fences. The cars in each garage are oh-so-slightly more expensive, and the paint jobs are oh-so-slightly more up to date. The Deacon Cul-De-Sac has a reputation in Puttsdale of being where the high-earners live, although the difference is slight.(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"large cul-de-sac"))]{  }(if:$kat_loc is "large cul-de-sac")[ A door to a large, greenish house on the north side of the cul-de-sac opens, and a frazzled red-headed woman emerges. She takes a bicycle from the front lawn, wheels it over to the curb, and sits down with her head in her hands. //That's weird,// you think. //But should I get involved?// [[Talk to her->KATHERYN O'CONNOR]]]{ }(else-if:$relationships contains "Alexandra Hampton")[(unless:$relationships contains "Alexandra Hampton - FRIEND")[There's some sort of commotion happening at the blue house at the far end of the cul-de-sac's curve: you hear a shrill voice and motion through the window. //Isn't that Alex's house? The pretty fast food cashier girl?// You get closer and quickly realize -- mainly from the yellow and red fast polo shirt discarded on the lawn -- that she isn't the fast food cashier girl anymore. The window is open, and you can listen in. //Oh, this should be good.//(set:$alex_reaction=1) [[Check it out->HAMPTON HOUSE]] ]](unless:$opened contains "Grace House" or $opened contains "Hampton House" or $opened contains "Angelworth House")[ You don't know anyone living in the cul-de-sac at this time, so it's best not to barge in.]{  }(else:)[Would you like to visit someone? ](if:$opened contains "Grace House")[ [[Visit Graces->GRACE HOUSE]]](if:$opened contains "Hampton House")[ [[Visit Hamptons->HAMPTON HOUSE]]](if:$opened contains "Angelworth House")[ [[Visit Angelworths->ANGELWORTH HOUSE]]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**UPTON AVENUE CUL-DE-SAC**(set:$time=$time+1) The end of the road is a bulbous circle surrounded by small houses with large lawns. (unless:$familiars contains "small cul-de-sac")[You can tell that the homeowners here are more affluent than the folks living in the ranch houses, but not by very much. The houses themselves are squat with lots of personality, yards littered with lawn toys, every other driveway equipped with a basketball hoop. (set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"small cul-de-sac"))](unless:$opened contains "Gemini House" or $opened contains "Missy House" or $opened contains "Bishop House")[ You don't know anyone living in the cul-de-sac at this time, so it's best not to barge in anywhere just yet. ]{  }(else:)[Would you like to visit someone? ](if:$opened contains "Missy House")[ [[Visit Kid->MISSY HOUSE]]](if:$opened contains "Gemini House")[ [[Visit Selma->GEMINI HOUSE]]](if:$opened contains "Bishop House")[ [[Visit Trent->BISHOP HOUSE]]](if:$day is "weekend")[(if:$time<84)[(if:$relationships contains "Trent Bishop - KNOWN")[(unless:$opened contains "Bishop House")[ You see a boy in his late teens wearing a sun-hat and looking with consternation at the garden out front of one of the larger houses on the street, the siding painting a light pink. He seems to be gardening...but seeing as his pants are hardly dirty, it would appear he's made little progress. [[Talk to him|TRENT BISHOP]]]]](if:$trent_job is "bad")[(if:$time>102)[ You hear commotion from one of the larger houses and realize it's the Bishop's home, where you did some yardwork for Trent this morning. You wince. //Some sub-par yardwork,// you remember. It seems that Trent's practice of paying strangers to do his housework for him is catching up with him now, as you can hear the //whish// and //pop!// of the spanking from here -- and you can actually //see// Trent, leaning out of his window, yelling like crazy! [[Check it out|TRENT SPANKED FOR BAD JOB]]]]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ And it's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**YEW PARK**(set:$time=$time+1) It's a lovely park, bound in an elliptical shape, the lawn needing tending (but not overly), the hills sloping down towards a dark cluster of trees. Through the trees, you can see a small lake and a single park bench(if:$sat_on_park_bench is 1)[, which you imagine is a very meditative spot]. [[Go sit on the bench->PARK - SIT ON THE BENCH]]{  }(if:$kid_loc is "park")[ Just then, you hear what sounds like a soft whimper, followed by a cry for help, just barely audible over the soft swishing of the leaves in the cold Minnesota wind. You see something moving in the circle of trees by the lake, right near the quiet bench spot. //Is something...dangling?// [[Investigate->KID MISSY]] ]{ }(if:$sel_loc is "park")[ From beyond the bushes to the northeast side of your favorite park bench, you hear the sound of the struggle and two high pitched voices raised and anger. The brush in that direction is swishing around, as though the tusslers where knocking about the saplings and rolling across the ferns. //Sounds like a girl fight,// you think. //May want to take a closer look...// [[Investigate->REACT TO SELMA]] ]{ }(if:$ela_loc is "park")[(unless:$elaine_reaction>2)[(if:$time>90)[ You hear the sounds of a struggle from the bushes. It's not the sound of people fighting -- only one person is grunting and swinging about. It's more like the now-familiar sound of someone fighting against their own underwear. [Investigate]<investigate|(click-replace:?investigate)[(display:"REACT TO ELAINE")]]]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**SLY'S BAKERY**(set:$time=$time+1) (unless:$time>120)[The bakery is small, and the sweet smell of fresh bread fills it to the brim. Each time the glass door opens, a bell rings, and the aroma pours out onto the street. The floor is an earthy, reddish tile, and there's a small shelf with some worn books on the left wall -- a welcoming atmosphere, homey and comfortable. A table with coffee supplies leans against the wall -- you notice that the mugs all have a stamp on them that says "PROPERTY OF TOM SLY." There are only two small tables where customers can sit, and hardly any room for more.{  }(if:$tom_loc is "bakery")[ (unless:$relationships contains "Thomas Sly - FRIEND")[Behind the cash register, a handsome but disinterested looking young man is surveying the store, his bright, narrowed eyes checking for supplies to restock or messes to clean. He hides his bedhead beneath a dark blue SLY'S BAKERY cap. You have to imagine this is Tom.](else:)[Tom nods at you from behind the counter. He's got his SLY'S BAKERY cap on backwards and he's dusting flour off of his hands.] [[Talk to him->THOMAS SLY]]]{  }(if:$jul_loc is "bakery")[ (unless:$relationships contains "Julia Acrostic")[At one of the tables, a young woman sits with a steaming mug of coffee and a half-eaten danish, her legs crossed, pondering her laptop screen. She's got dark hard and glasses, and she's wearing a relaxed but professional outfit: white blouse, a dark pencil skirt, a jacket draped over the back of her chair.](else:)[Julia is still here, clacking away at the keys of her laptop, her thin eyebrows knitted in focus.] [[Talk to her->JULIA ACROSTIC]]]]{  }(else:)[It's past 8pm, so the bakery is now closed.(set:$time=$time+1)(if:$opened contains "Tom's Apartment")[ [[Visit Tom->SLY APARTMENT]]]](if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->UPTOWN]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**IGGY'S SOFT SERVE ICE CREAM**(set:$time=$time+1) (if:$ice_cream_parlor_extra is "opened")[The sign outside the ice cream parlor has started opening from 5 to 8pm on weekdays and 8am-8pm on Fridays. Apparently, even though it's only May, people are interested in ice cream again! You wonder just how much of this has to do with a certain video people may have seen online...(if:$time>90 or $fri contains $day_count)[(set:$ice_cream_parlor="open")] ](else:)[(unless:$day is "weekend")[According to the sign out front, the ice cream parlor is only open on weekends -- probably until the summer officially starts. //It's a bit chilly for ice cream, anyway,// you think.]](if:$day is "weekend" or $ice_cream_parlor is "open")[(unless:$time>120)[{  }You enter the ice cream parlor and are greeted by the smell of confectionary sugar and a sweet lick of cold air.(if:$day_count is 3)[(unless:$ice_cream_you_scream is 1)[ From the moment you walk in to the empty parlor, the checkered floor sparkling and the red-cushioned stools by the window unfilled, you realize something is amiss. There's no one behind the counter, and what sounds like an argument from the back room. You can't hear what's being said over the microtonal hums of the freezer and soft serve machine, so you step forward for a better listen. "Stupid? You want to call me stupid? I'd watch my mouth if I were you." "Oh, 'cause what? You'll -- Ow! -- I liked it better when -- Gah! -- your //boyfriend// was spanking me -- Dammit!" "That's it, these are coming down --" "//No!// Stop it, you -- //Owwwwha//!" What follows is a barrage of cold slap sounds behind a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY, the unmistakable sound of a spanking in progress. Perhaps it's the confectionary smell of ice cream in the air, or the temptation of smooth, un-scooped gallons below the glass display...but your sweet tooth is calling you. [[Enter the back room->ICE CREAM PARLOR - WATCH SPANK-OFF]]{ (set:$maggieSORE=0) (set:$kaileeSORE=0) (set:$maggieSPANKINGS=(a:1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8)) (set:$kaileeSPANKINGS=(a:1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8)) (set:$Mstage=0) (set:$Kstage=0) (set:$end_scene=(a:))}](else:)[ Maggie and Kailee still probably need time to work out their...//issues//, so the ice cream parlor should remain closed for right now. There's been enough sweetness for one day.]]{  }(else:)[(if:$mag_loc is "ice cream parlor")[(unless:$relationships contains "Maggie Sweet - KNOWN")[(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Maggie Sweet - KNOWN")) The girl behind the counter is texting absently. The dark ringlets of her hair are thick, and she plays with a single curling strand, twisting it around her finger. Her breasts are large, and her candy-cane striped uniform seems to have been augmented to draw attention to them. (unless:$leah_loc is "ice cream parlor")[She's wearing a practiced look of boredom. ]She has a name tag that reads: MAGGIE SWEET.](else:)[ Maggie is behind the counter.] [[Talk to her->MAGGIE SWEET]]]{  }(if:$lea_loc is "ice cream parlor")[(if:$time>96)[(unless:$bragging is 1)[ The shop isn't empty anymore, and the girl behind the counter seems happy -- relieved, even -- to have company. Another girl is sitting by the window, drinking a milkshake. She looks as though the words "What are you gonna do about it?" are constantly on the tip of her tongue. You've come in just as she is halfway through telling a story, and Maggie is listening receptively, occassionally laughing. (set:$bragging=1) [Listen to the story]<listen|(click-replace:?listen)["--wearing these really dumb looking underpants, there were like, cartoon rockets on them or something, and anyway. Yeah, so I gave her a wedgie, and there was this branch -- a big branch, like this big -- and I managed to lift her onto that. So yeah -- hanging wedgie, just like that. Then I went to softball." Maggie raises her eyebrows, grinning incredulously. "And you left her there in the park?" The girl smirks proudly. "Far as I know, she's still hanging." Maggie laughs, slapping her palm on the counter. "She's //still// there?! You're such a bitch, Leah!" Leah shrugs. "I am what I am." Maggie shakes her head, still laughing to herself. You try to hide the fact that you're listening, but Leah still shoots you a challenging look.](if:$relationships contains "Kid Missy")[ [[Confront her->LEAH SALT]]]]]]]]{  }(else:)[It's past 8pm, so the ice cream parlor is closed.(set:$time=$time+1)](if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]]] [[Leave->UPTOWN]](if:$opened contains "Wren's Apartment")[ [[Go upstairs->GLACEY APARTMENT]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**AMERICAN DRY CLEANERS**(set:$time=$time+1) (unless:$time>102)[You enter the storefront to the crisp, inviting smell of fresh-pressed laundry. To your left, the wall is entirely mirrored. To your right, there's a changing room stall. {  }(if:$mia_loc is "dry cleaners")[(unless:$jam_loc is "dry cleaners")[A kindly-looking asian woman stands behind the counter. (if:$relationships contains "Mia Ling")[ Mia seems happy to see you. //I'm glad she likes me,// you think to yourself. //It's always good to have someone like Mia on your side.//] [[Talk to her->MIA LING]]]](else:)[There's no one behind the counter. //Where's Mia?// you think. Something tells you you'll want to check on the Ling household. //I'm pretty sure I've seen her around the ranch houses...//(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Ling House"))]{  }(if:$ela_loc is "dry cleaners")[(unless:$relationships contains "Elaine Ling")[ The changing room is apparently occupied. The door is closed and locked, although you don't hear any movement from inside. [Knock on the door]<knock|(click-replace:?knock)[You rap gently on the stall door, and a small voice answers: "Don't open, please."(set:$knocks=$knocks+1)(if:$knocks > 1)[ You're too curious, and you have to ask. "Are you changing in there? It's been awhile..."(set:$changingroom=1) The voice stammers, and you hear a sniffle. "J-just -- change somewhere else, please." You step back, open your mouth to say something else, but then decide against it.]]](else:)[ Elaine is still in the dressing room, sitting on a spanked bottom. In fact, if you listen closely, you can hear sniffling.]]{  }(if:$jam_loc is "dry cleaners")[You enter the storefront and immediately notice something is wrong. Mia isn't behind the counter, and there's an odd sound coming from the ceiling. A series of //thwacks// followed by a male voice's pleading cry -- the unmistakable sound of discipline in progress. //WA-PASH!// From the sound of the strokes, only partially muted through the walls, you judge that Mia is probably handling her subject with a belt...quite skillfully, you might add. Each //crack// is crisp and tightly followed by a strangled, "Eeeaagh! I'm sorry, Miss Ling, so sorry!" //WA-PASH!// You flinch at the sound. //He is really getting it up there...// Finally, the sounds stop, and you eavesdrop a fragment of a conversation before you hear Miss Ling's footsteps on the stairs. As she comes to the counter, she exhales deeply, regaining her composure. "I sorry about that," she says absently. "Can I help you?"(set:$jamesSORE=3) [["Were you dealing with a naughty customer just now?"]<good| ["Oh, uh...no, I'll come back later."]<bad|]<reply|{ }(click:?good)[(replace:?reply)[Mia Ling grins at you. "You think I spank naughty customers with a belt? No, no." From beneath the counter she pulls out a tremendous drilled-paddle, well-worn it would seem on many backsides. "This is for naughty customers." "Ah, I see. Then who was that?" "You very curious!" Mia says. She seems surprised, but she doesn't seem to mind your nosiness. "It is my tenant. His name James Crowley -- good boy, very smart, but --" She taps the side of her head. "He forgets." "What did he forget today?" "I tell him, 'Today I come to check your room -- make it nice and clean for me!'" She clucks sadly. "But no! Pig pen! Big messes everywhere! So, I spank him. You live in apartment, you take care of apartment -- my rent is very fair!" "Gotcha," you think, making a mental note not to let Mia ever see your room. "I actually didn't know there was an apartment above this store." "James is a scientist," she says. "He work very hard, always in lab. Almost never home! But today," she continues with a sideways smile, "today he will stay home, I think. Maybe you can visit him?"(set:$jam_loc="home")(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"James' Apartment")) "Maybe," you think. //Here's an opportunity to make a new friend,// you think. //I think I'd like to know more about this lab.//]]{ }(click:?bad)[(replace:?reply)["Mhm," Mia says suspiciously, one eyebrow cocked. You always feel like Mia can see right through you...]]]{  }(if:$ama_loc is "dry cleaners")[ It would appear that Mrs. Ling has a customer -- a frustrated one at that. The girl has thick, crimped hair and dark brown skin -- she's quite pretty, even though she's barely even 5 feet tall, if that. In certain lights, you might think she was just a kid, barely a teenager! But her mature face, her roundly petite bottom (looking quite nice in slim, fashionable jeans), and the bra strap visible through the large neckline of her too-big shirt -- as well as the fact that she seems to be picking up her own laundry -- tell another story. (set:$ama_loc="home") "But it //can't// be my laundry!" the girl exclaims. "Look at this --" she pulls out a plaid skirt and a neatly pressed white blouse "-- this is a school uniform! I'm not in high school, I'm 23!" Mia isn't having any of it. She holds up a red dry cleaning ticket. "You give me this ticket, yes?" "Uh-huh," the girl replies. "And you are --" Mia reads from the receipt -- "...Amanda Christmas, yes?" "Yes, but --" "No //'but'//!" Mia counters sharply. "I give you same laundry you give me! You saying I liar?" "I'm not saying you're //lying,//" Amanda says hopelessly. "I just -- ugh, never mind. I'll take these clothes, maybe Philia can help me figure this out." She turns, then grumbles under her breath: "After she finishes spanking my butt, that is." As Amanda leaves, Mia sighs, annoyed. She looks at you, appealing with her eyes. "This little girl is always saying I make mistake. Every time! But every time, it's not me who make mistake, it's //you!//" Amanda turns at the door and stamps her foot. "I'm not a little girl!" she says. "Just -- just, whatever, I'll go figure it out." As she's walking away, she brushes against your shoulder, but doesn't apologize. [[Talk to her->AMANDA CHRISTMAS]]]]{  }(else:)[It's past 5pm, so the store is now closed.(set:$time=$time+1)](if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->UPTOWN]](if:$opened contains "James' Apartment")[ [[Go upstairs->CROWLEY APARTMENT]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**ANGELWORTH'S LIQUOR**(set:$time=$time+1) (unless:$time>102)[(unless:$clothing is "naked")[You step inside, and the bell rings. The store is small, with only four aisles and a small wooden counter directly in front. Most patrons are standing towards the back.{  }(if:$ang_loc is "liquor store")[ A girl is standing outside the liquor store wearing a sandwich board that exclaims some sort of Cinco de Mayo sale. She's got straw colored hair and a loud voice, and she calls out to you like a carnival ringleader: "Step right in, c'mon in! Get your booze for the bucks!" You can tell how bored she is by her total disregard for manners -- then again, she's really only a kid.]{  }(if:$pete_loc is "liquor store")[ A large, balding man is doing a crossword behind the counter, wearing an "ANGELWORTH'S" shirt. [[Talk to the owner->PETE ANGELWORTH]]]](else:)[(display:"NAKED")]]{  }(else:)[It's past 5pm, so the store is now closed.(set:$time=$time+1)](if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->UPTOWN]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**PEABODY CONVENIENCE**(set:$time=$time+1) (unless:$time>102)[Once inside, you can tell that Peabody's Corner store doubles as a pharmacy. There's a desk at the back where the attendant seems to stand a full foot above the person being helped. Aisles full of snack food and cosmetic products extend to the back of the store, and the counter to your left is stocked with cigarettes and lottery tickets.{  }(if:$man_loc is "pharmacy")[ (unless:$relationships contains "Mandy Peabody")[The girl behind the counter has mousey brown hair, a round face, and large breasts that strain against the uniform polo shirt. Her nametag reads "MANDY PEABODY." //She looks a bit young to own this place...but anything is possible//. Mandy could be quite pretty, but her face seems permanently drawn in a scowl.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Mandy Peabody"))](else-if:$relationships contains "Mandy Peabody - FRIEND")[Mandy is standing at the counter, and her trademark scowl quirks in an almost-imperceptible grin as she watches you come in.](else:)[Mandy is still at the counter, looking vaguely annoyed about something.] [[Talk to her->MANDY PEABODY]]]]{  }(else:)[It's past 5pm, so the store is now closed.(set:$time=$time+1)](if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->UPTOWN]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**UPPER SCHOOLHOUSE ROAD**(set:$time=$time+1) { }(unless:$familiars contains "upper schoolhouse road")[Schoolhouse Road runs between the two largest buildings you've seen thus far in Puttsdale: [[the Middle School->MIDDLE SCHOOL CAMPUS]] and the [[High School->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]. A bit further up the road, you see a building standing on its own with a green awning. The faded white paint on the brick above reads [["Dievs Grocery."->GROCERY STORE]](set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"upper schoolhouse road")) ](if:$relationships contains "Wren Glacey - FRIEND")[(if:$inventory contains "message 1")[(unless:$inventory contains "message 2")[You spy something in the hole of a tree from afar -- something white, folded, creased. Another message? [[Go pick it up->MESSAGE 2]] ]]]Where will you go? [[Enter high school->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]] [[Enter middle school->MIDDLE SCHOOL CAMPUS]] [[Enter grocery store->GROCERY STORE]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**PUTTSDALE HIGH SCHOOL**(set:$time=$time+1) (if:$opened contains "High School")[(unless:$day is "weekend")[(unless:$time>90)[You step through the gate archway onto the finely manicured lawn of the high school campus and have a look around. Some of the students are hanging about on the front lawn, studying from open textbooks or talking happily. //Must be on free periods,// you think. //I doubt a lot of kids skip class in this town...//{(display:"HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS - INTERACT")  }(if:$ama_loc is "high school")[(unless:$relationships contains "Amanda Christmas - FRIEND")[ Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the pretty, diminuitive Amanda Christmas. She’s walking by the school gates – her earbuds are in, and her hair bounces with her rhymic steps. She’s wearing a plaid shirt and a white polo with "PHS" stitched on the breast, and the cardigan is tied around her waist. //It’s an old Puttsdale High School uniform,// you realize. //She must have given up trying to get her clothes back from Mia!// This could lead to some interesting developments... [[Continue->HIGH SCHOOL - MEET AMANDA]]]]{  }(if:$kid_loc is "high school")[ There, over by the front steps, [[Kid Missy->KID MISSY]] is snacking on some french toast sticks, reading a comic book, and letting her feet dangle over the edge of the steps.]{  }(if:$lea_loc is "high school")[ You also see [[Leah Salt->LEAH SALT]] leaning on the wall, wearing a green hoodie and blue jeans, people-watching.]{  }(if:$max_loc is "high school")[ Principal [[Max Hawthorne->MAX HAWTHORNE]] is making rounds in his tweed jacket, occassionally tilting his head to inspect different parts of the building with greater scrutiny. When he stands, he either bobs his head approvingly and grimaces, shakes his head, and jots a note onto his day planner. (if:$inventory contains "wood")[ You note, bemused, that Principal Hawthorne has the handle of a small wooden paddle jutting out of his jacket pocket. //Pocket paddle -- for discipline on the go!// you muse, grinning. Then a realization dawns on you...//Wait -- I know woodworking now, and Harvey said I can do projects on my own now...what if I made myself a spanking paddle?// //I've already got the wood -- I could make one right now!//(set:$project_idea=1) [[Go home and make a paddle->YOUR APARTMENT - CRAFT]]]](else-if:$max_loc is "office")[(if:$relationships contains "Max Hawthorne - PARTNER")[ You don't see Principal Hawthorne on campus, but you could probably find him in his office if you so desired. [[Visit principal's office->MAX HAWTHORNE]]]]{  }(if:$dan_loc is "high school")[ There's a boy on the far end of campus, sitting with a group of other students under a tree -- from snippets of the conversation around him, you here his name is [[Dan Long->DANIEL LONG]]. He seems bashful and timid, but his eyes gleam with intelligence and passion. (if:$chi_loc is "high school")[He can't seem to take his eyes off of the girl in a spaghetti strap tank top sitting beside him and teasing her jet black hair.]]{  }(if:$chi_loc is "high school")[ The girl beside him is [[Chiza Bee->CHIZA BEE]], cute and confident and petite and clever, the sort of girl every guy has a crush on at this age. She doesn't seem aware of the looks she's getting from the boys -- if she is, she's quite good pretending not to notice.]{  }(if:$pet_loc is "high school")[(unless:$petraSORE>0)[ One of the windows in the far right corner of the first floor is open, and who should be sticking her pretty head out but [[Petra Strevetsky->PETRA STREVETSKY]], glasses ascew on her face as she rests her face on her hand, looking bored. //She really ought to be paying attention in class...//]]{  }(if:$dou_loc is "high school")[(unless:$relationships contains "DOUG BOYLE - FRIEND")[ //Wait...is that --// you wonder to yourself. //It is!// Someone (a lanky male student with auburn hair) is standing on the roof! //How did he...// Just then he sees you, and, grinning, gives you a little wave. But he doesn't seem to have any interest in coming down. (if:$relationships contains "DOUG BOYLE - KNOWN")[ You don't recognize him -- but there can be no mistaking it. //That must be Doug Boyle,// you think, //the prankster guy Elaine told me about.// You can tell by his smile: it's just as devious as Elaine described. (set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"DOUG BOYLE"))]]]{  }(if:$ivy_loc is "high school")[ There's a girl crossing the campus to the indoor pool facility, wearing a robe over a blue swimsuit. You recognize her almost right away by the resemblence as Evelyn's daughter, [[Ivy Grace->IVY GRACE]]. She's waifish and blonde, although she has her mother's wide hips and round behind.{ }]](else:)[School is out!(if:$time>102 and $time<120)[(unless:$personal_record is 1)[ You can hear faint noises from the indoor pool, a building of its own on the north side of the campus(if:$swim_practice is 1)[, even though you're pretty sure that swim practice is over..]. (set:$ivy_loc="indoor pool")(unless:$swimming_practice is 1)[//Must be the swim team practicing,// you think. The door is propped open. [[Go inside->REACT TO IVY]]](else:)[(if:$swim_practice_next_day is 1)[//Probably just Kid and Ivy doing laps,// you think. Then you see a shadowy looking figure crossing from the campus entrance, looking around conspicuously. //Is that -- Leah?// She's heading straight for the indoor pool. //This could be interesting,// you think. [[Follow her->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS - GO TO POOL]]]]]]]](else:)[It's the weekend -- school is closed!]]{ }(else:)[(unless:$trustworthiness>3)[You can't exactly walk onto a high school campus and expect no one to question you. Even in a small town like this! Before you explore the grounds, you'll need to have a more trustworthy reputation.](else:)[(unless:$inventory contains "paint chip")[You take a stroll around the high school grounds -- the campus is empty. A sense of nostalgia creeps on you when you see the red double doors and, adjusting your backpack, turn towards the cafeteria -- just then, something catches your eye. There, on the far wall of the gymnasium, is a message scrawled in red paint. //Vandalism! Someone will be paying for that...// You move closer to read what it says: ==><== **NO MORE PADDLES AT PUTTSDALE HIGH!** <== //Hmm...// you think to yourself. It's probably not an infrequent complaint here. //But this is hardly the way to register it.// (unless:$eavesdropping is "over")[Off to the side, you see a man and a woman talking. They are both middle-aged and fairly distingued looking. They're having an animated conversation, looking at the graffiti with distaste.(set:$eavesdropping="over") [[Listen to them|HIGH SCHOOL - EAVESDROP]]](else:)[[Try to clean it off]<wash|]{ }(click-replace:?wash)[You don't have much -- but you have to do //something.// You spy a rag at the corner of the building and, luck would have it, the nozzle for an outdoor hose. You wet the rag and set to work scrubbing the pale blue wall clean.(set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness+3) (color:yellow)[+3 TRUSTWORTHINESS!] After a few minutes of elbow grease, the letters are giving way. By now, the message looks like this: ==><== ** O MORE P OO AT T ALE GH!** <== //Oh, great,// you think. The angles on the two D's in "PADDLES" have erased just enough that they look like O's, so now it looks like "MORE POO." //Not exactly an improvement,// you think. But no matter how you scrub, it doesn't seem to come off. //What did they do? Are these letters written in a different paint or something?// Upon closer inspection, it seems they are...//But why?// //The only way to fix this is to paint it over,// you think. You take a paint chip from near the bottom of the wall. //Maybe if I take this to the hardware store they can match the color...//(set:$inventory=$inventory+ (a:"paint chip"))]](else:)[(unless:$inventory contains "paint")[You look up at the partial message, frowning. ==><== ** O MORE P OO AT T ALE GH!** <== //These letters won't come off with washing, so I'll need to paint over it...//](else:)[(display:"MAX HAWTHORNE")]]]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - (unless:$time>168)[**MR. PIZZAMAN'S PIZZERIA**(set:$time=$time+1)(if:$time>101)[(unless:$workday is 0)[(set:$delivery_quest=1)]] (unless:$time>120)[(unless:$familiars contains "pizzeria")[The pizzeria has a HELP WANTED sign in the window. Through the storefront, you can see a couple enjoying lunch, smiling and laughing. Their pizza looks delicious, and your stomach rumbles. Inside, the smell of garlic, oil, mozzarella, and rich tomato sauce hits you in a wave. It's so delicious that the decor can be forgiven, which is that tacky "Italian-American"-chic that so clearly telegraphs the decorator knows nothing about Italy. A poster with a friendly looking grandmother holding a plate of spaghetti; another with a monkey and a man at an organ grinder enjoying a slice; stereotypically Italian charicatures declare "MAMMA MIA!" and "THATSA GOOD PIZZA." It's so ridiculous you have to smirk.(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"pizzeria"))](else:)[The pizzeria smells richly of garlic and tomato sauce. You go to the counter.](if:$sus_loc is "pizzeria")[ (unless:$relationships contains "Susan Smith")[As you expected, the owner is not Italian. Rather, she's an elderly woman with white hair and scandanavian features. She smiles at you as you enter.](else:)[Susan is still standing behind the register.](if:$sel_loc is "busy")[(unless:$inventory contains "fancy letter")[ "Hey, (print:$name), I have something for you." Susan says, pulling something out from behind the register. "It's a letter -- a lady in a fancy coat brought it over a little while ago and taped it to your door. I didn't want it to get lost, so I kept it here for you." She gives you a sideways grin. "You're definitely gonna want to read it." //For me?// you think. //What fancy lady would write a letter to me?// But you keep these thoughts to yourself. After thanking Susan, you take the letter, looking forward to going upstairs so you can read it in private.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"fancy letter"))]] [[Talk to her->SUSAN SMITH]]]]{  }(else:)[It's past 8pm, so the pizzeria is now closed.(set:$time=$time+1)](if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->UPTOWN]](if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go upstairs->EMPTY APARTMENT]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**BUSY BEE HARDWARE**(set:$time=$time+1) (unless:$time>102)[(unless:$clothing is "naked")[Inside the hardware store, you smell sawdust and hear someone fingering through boxes of screws, looking for the right size.{  }(if: $har_loc is "hardware store")[ (unless:$relationships contains "Harvey Wheeler")[From behind the register, a beefy man with glasses propped just above his raised, snow-white eyebrows nods to you as you enter.](else:)[Harvey is behind the counter, absently scratching behind his ear with a pencil.] [[Talk to him->HARVEY WHEELER]]] The aisles obscure the other patrons from view.](else:)[(display:"NAKED")]]{  }(else:)[It's past 5pm, so the store is now closed. (if:$opened contains "High School")[(unless:$relationships contains "Harvey Wheeler")[You see [[Harvey->HARVEY WHEELER]], the owner of the shop, walking around the perimeter with his keys jangling. //He must still be locking up,// you think. //Maybe I could strike up a conversation.//]](set:$time=$time+1)](if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->UPTOWN]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**NEW STOREFRONT**(set:$time=$time+1) This building isn't open yet, but it seems like it will be some sort of clothing store. The storefront is under construction. You pass through the door behind the paper-covered windows and your eyes adjust to the darkness. You can still hear muffled voices -- //It sounds like it’s coming from the floorboards…// The storefront is barren, empty like a warehouse. Plaster dust covers everything, a fine white powder with a sharp, unnatural odor. The furniture is wrapped in baggy plastic sheets, making unrecognizable, bulky sillouettes that randomly stand around the floorplan. //Looks like opening day isn’t for a long time,// you think to yourself. //So why can I still hear someone in here?// You spy what appears to be some kind of trap door -- it's slightly raised above the hardwood floor, and there's a ring-handle that allows you to pull the door open. But should you go exploring? [[Continue->SECRET PASSAGE]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->UPTOWN]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**THE LOST PAGE BOOKSTORE**(set:$time=$time+1) (unless:$time>102)[{  }(if:$kat_loc is "bookstore")[The bookstore has a rich, musty scent. The walls are lined with shelves, brimming with all sorts of magnificent titles. Katheryn grins as you push open the door. "Well, if it isn't (print: $name)! Come in, come in, come in!" [[Talk to her->KATHERYN O'CONNOR]]](else:)[A sign on the door reads, "BACK IN 5." From your experience, that never seems to mean "5 minutes." Best move on for now.]]{  }(else:)[It's past 5pm, so the store is now closed.(set:$time=$time+1)](if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->UPTOWN]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**PUTTSDALE MIDDLE SCHOOL**(set:$time=$time+1) (unless:$time>72 and $time>120)[(unless:$relationships contains "Heidi Krum")[There is a young woman sitting out in front of the middle school reading a newspaper -- a teacher on break, maybe?](else:)[Heidi is sitting in her usual shady spot with her newspaper in her lap.] [[Talk to her|HEIDI KRUM]] ](unless:$day is "weekend")[(unless:$time>90)[(unless:$opened contains "Middle School")[There's no reason to walk around the middle school campus right now -- besides, you should wait until the locals are more familiar with you before you go exploring.]](else:)[School is out!]]{ }(else:)[It's the weekend -- school is closed!]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME"){ }- (unless:$time>168)[**DIEVS GROCERY**(set:$time=$time+1) The grocery store is small and smells of produce. You think it's charming that the door isn't automatic -- every other grocery store you've ever been to, it seems, has had sliding doors. By contrast, this store is homely and simple: the shelves are adorned without brand names, and the colorful array of vegetables directly to your right rests in simple wooden crates -- nothing in this place is plastic, automatic, or mass produced. It inspires a certain confidence.{  }(if: $hen_loc is "grocery store")[ (unless:$relationships contains "Henry Dievs")[From the register, a young man with a shock of brown hair and a nervous smile nods affirmatively as you enter. He's wearing a green apron and counting dollar bills. His nametag says "HENRY DIEVS." //Guess he's the owner,// you think.](else:)[Henry Dievs is standing at the register.] [[Talk to him->HENRY DIEVS]]](if:$est_loc is "grocery")[ There's a woman pushing a shopping cart through cereal aisle. She has a dark skin tone and Asian features, but also a smattering of freckles across her nose. She's attractive and fashionable and intently reading nutritional facts.(if:$esthers_secret is 1)[ //Wait a second...is that...?// It is! It's the woman you saw being spanked at the Grace's house! //Esther!// you remember. You hardly recognized her in clothes. Seeing her makes you picture her bare naked bottom, spanked to dark red and shining with perspiration, over Evelyn Grace's knee... [[Talk to her->ESTHER SOON]]]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->UPPER SCHOOLHOUSE ROAD]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(set:$spanked_by_librarian = 0)(unless:$time>168)[**WEST LAKE STREET**(if:$booktaken is 1)[(set:$bookstolen=1)(set:$booktaken=0)](set:$time=$time+1) (unless:$familiars contains "west lake street")[There are a three buildings along one section of Lake Street just a hundred yards left of the intersection with Piermont. Each is a different size and shape, built entirely independently, although they are all on the north side of the road. The south side of the road is a grassy field in desperate need of mowing. First, you have the [[arcade->ARCADE]]: an old and unassuming building with an angular black roof and retro-font on the sign reading "Extra Life Arcade" in swooping, neon letters. Then you've got the [[1st Congressional Baptist Church->CHURCH]] of Puttsdale, a stone building with a steepled roof and a black sign out front announcing that masses are at 9:00, 10:30, and noon. And finally, you have the [[Puttsdale Library->LIBRARY]], a brick building with two floors and a steep set of steps leading from the front patio to the door.(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"west lake street")) ]What will you do? [[Enter the arcade->ARCADE]] [[Enter the church->CHURCH]] [[Enter the library->LIBRARY]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - -ROADS -CENTERS [[LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]] -BUILDINGS

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - **THE GRACE HOUSEHOLD** This is Evelyn Grace's house: the brick walls are surrounded by lush hedges, and the black roof has a single, tidy solar panel. It's a large home, pleasant and suburban in all forms. Evelyn lives here with her two daughters, Ivy and Jenny.{  }(unless:$esthers_secret > 0)[ (unless:$time>130)[You look up at the large house, affluent and suburban in all forms, pondering the valuable antique books you know to be inside. //So, this is the Grace household,// you think. //Well, they don't exactly know me yet -- I'll have to introduce myself before I can just walk up and ring the doorbell.//]{ }(else:)[(unless:$esthers_secret is 1)[There's a light on in the kitchen of the Grace household, and you see a sillouette moving. //Hm. That's odd...// you think to yourself -- although you can't exactly judge anyone for being up too late at this point. Still, your curiousity makes you draw closer, until you can see that it isn't just one but //two// late-night conversationalists... [Peek through the window]<spy|(click-replace:?spy)[(display:"GRACE HOUSE - WATCH ESTHER")]](else:)[After what you just saw, you aren't sure you'll ever be able to look at this house the same way again!]]]{  }(if:$day_count is 5)[(unless:$time>90)[ You come to the door and realize it isn't locked -- in fact, you can tell from the front porch that it's slightly ajar. //That's weird,// you think. Evelyn Grace doesn't strike you as someone who would be that careless. //Especially considering that, if any house on this block were burgalized, it would probably be this one.// [[Go in for some investigating->REACT TO ESTHER]]]]{  }(if:$day_count is 6)[(if:$inventory contains "pizza")[ There's an unfamiliar car in the driveway and, as you knock on the door, you hear a voice that isn't Evelyn's announce, "Coming!" When the door swings open, a young blonde in a turtleneck greets you with money in hand. "Okay, let's see--" she begins, counting out crisp dollar bills, her foot still propping open the door. "What do I owe you?" Once the money is in your hands and the pizza is in hers, of course, you can be on your way. But something doesn't seem quite right to you, and your curiousity is nudging you to find out what it is...(set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"pizza")) [[Talk to her->GRACE HOUSE - DELIVER PIZZA]]]]{  }(if:$evelyn_sub is 1)[(unless:$day is "weekend")[(unless:$time>90)[(unless:$subbed_eve > 0)[ You can practically feel your heart beating out of your chest as you approach the porch. Your hands shake as you ring the doorbell. The girls are at school -- the games, you know, are happening inside. In your mind, you practice what you'll say if Evelyn answers the door. //'I've come for a spanking'...No, that's too forward. 'Mistress, I --' Should I call her mistress? Or ma'am? 'Ma'am, I need a spanking --" That doesn't sound quite right...how did Esther say --//(set:$subbed_eve=1) Just then, the door swings open. Esther greets you with a serious look. She's barefooted, wearing tight blue jeans and a loose teeshirt, her black bra visible through the thin fabric. She's holding a feather duster in her hand. "Come in, come in!" As she ushers you inside, the door slams hard behind you. "Evelyn has jobs for us to do, and if we don't do them, we get spanked. So get your butt in the kitchen and make with the mopping!" You watch her disappear into the kitchen, and you hear footsteps upstairs: //Must be Evelyn,// you think. You realize, swallowing hard, that this will be your last chance to turn around and leave... ](else:)[Do you feel like playing a game? Both Ivy and Jenny are at school. You can be a submissive with Esther -- if it's a satisfying punishment you're after, you've come to the right place. You'll have to do -- or not do -- some chores first, though. But once you go in, you're a submissive. And what happens to you from there on out is entirely up to Evelyn...] [[Go in for chores->GRACE HOUSE - DO CHORES]]]]](else-if:$evelyn_sub is 2)[ You've had enough play for one day, you think. Wait until tomorrow to go back for another round of chores at the Grace house.] [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - **THE HAMPTON HOUSEHOLD** Positioned central to the main arc of the cul-de-sac, a blue house with white shudders presents the picture of tip-top suburban shape. A reliable sedan is parked in the driveway, and the grass is freshly cut. This is the Hampton home, where Alexandra and her older brother, Aaron, live with their parents while trying (with varying degrees of effort) to advance their own careers.(if:$relationships contains "Alexandra Hampton")[(unless:$relationships contains "Alexandra Hampton - FRIEND")[ There's an argument happening in the living room between Alex and her parents. It seems like Alex lost her job at Pinkies, and her parents aren't happy. The window is just open enough that you can hear the conversation from the front lawn.(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Hampton House")) "It wasn't my fault!" Alex says. She's wearing a beige romper and her hair is down, classy and casual -- far cry from the silly Pinkies uniform. Her parents are standing in front of her, blocking her in, looking very unimpressed. "That place sucked anyway, and the pay was nothing. I'll find another job." "You've been saying that for months, Alex," her mother says. "Ever since you came back to live with us. But you're not a kid anymore." "So?" "So you can't expect to live in our house, rent-free, without a job, indefinitely!" Mr. Hampton says. "You need to make a change! You can't even keep a job as a fast food restaurant, for crying out loud." "I told you, it wasn't my fault!"(set:$alex_reaction=1) Her parents sigh in unison, then give each other a meaningful look. Her father steps father and says in a low voice, "Alex, this is exactly the problem. You aren't taking responsibility for anything. We've tried letting you do things your way -- now we're going to try ours." [[Check it out->REACT TO ALEX]]](else:)[(unless:$alexSORE>0)[(if:$sibling_rivalry is 0)[The last time you checked in on the Hampton house, you weren't sorry. But there's nothing happening that you can see from the front yard, so you'll have to wait... //Or,// you think, //maybe I could sneak around back?// There's a fairly high fence surrounding the backyard, but you can see some shrubs that look sturdy enough to handle your weight. //Just a peak, to see what's going on?// [[Peek over the fence->HAMPTON HOUSE - WATCH AARON]]]]]] [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**EXTRA LIFE ARCADE**(set:$time=$time+1) (unless:$day is "weekend")[The arcade is closed on weekdays. Maybe if you came by later? Or on the weekend? //It'd be a great way to kill time,// you think. But there are more important things to do.]{ }(else:)[(unless:$time>120)[You enter the Extra Life Arcade to the sound of techy, energetic 80s music and the //bleep, bloops!// of video game sound effects. The room is small and dark, and a few kids are running around with long ropes of tickets trailing behind them. Aside from the owner, a gray-haired gentleman standing behind the token-changing counter, there aren't many adults in here.{  }(if:$wre_loc is "arcade")[ (unless:$inventory contains "Wren's key")[(unless:$relationships contains "Wren Glacey - KNOWN")[Except one: a girl in her twenties wearing a coffee-brown tee shirt and tight-fitting blue jeans, playing an arcade cabinet game. She's got long, messy brown hair with bangs that partially obscure her face. Her hair is in her eyes, but she doesn't seem to notice. Her hands move animatedly, slapping the buttons and twerking the joystick with a vengeance, and her concentration never breaks. You notice the outline of a packet of cigarettes in her back pocket.](else:)[Wren Glacey is at her usual machine(if:$wren_aftermath is 1)[(display:"REACT TO WREN")].] [[Talk to her->WREN GLACEY]]](else:)[{ }(if:$relationships contains "Wren Glacey - FRIEND")[Wren Glacey is at her usual machine(if:$wren_aftermath is 1)[(display:"REACT TO WREN")](else:)[.]]{ }(else:)[(unless:$fanfic_read is 1)[You already got Wren's key, so you decide you'll let her play her game. //She's pretty obsessed, anyway,// you think. //Wouldn't want to make her mad at me...//](else:)[Now that you've read one of the books from that wacky series, you feel as though you understand Wren a bit more. You decide to casually strike up a conversation. "Hey!" you say. Wren doesn't turn. "Um...I, uh, heard that you like sci-fi books, and, um...have you read //Proclamation?//" Suddenly, Wren whirls around. Her character falls from a dazzling height, and dies with a radar //blip//. Her eyes are wide, and her hair is in her face. "You read //The Reckoning of Wren//?" she asks breathlessly. You step back, a bit startled. "How did you --" "It's the only one in the library right now," she says, dismissive. "Wait wait wait, did you read the author's commentary on the Khamaensa? They weren't just there for merchandising opportunities -- their planet experienced the Disciplinary Multiverse Unification almost a full Yultestial Millenia ahead of Mehox and the others, so it's seeding a prequel -- hang on, did you read //Submission of Wren// or skip it? And if you skipped it, how did you understand the intricasies of soreness powered starcraft? Because it isn't just the dimension that gets shifted, you know, it creates a time flex unit that makes everything wonky --" This continues for another full minute before Wren finally stops to catch her breath, looks into your eyes, and says, "We've got to talk about //Proclamation// sometime -- will you come to my apartment? It's above the ice cream parlor, remember? You remember." And before you even realize what's happening you've said yes, and Wren is leaving with both back pockets full of arcade tickets, flashing you a come-hither glance as she leaves the Extra Life.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Wren Glacey - FRIEND")) //Not another fan-girl...// you think.(set:$wre_loc="mission")]]]]]{  }(else:)[It's past 8pm, so the arcade is now closed.(set:$time=$time+1)]](if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->WEST LAKE STREET]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**PINKIES BURGERS & FRIES**(set:$time=$time+1) A greasy burger joint called "Pinkies" this corner. Inside, the clientelle is subdued, and the staff is primarily teenage. The decor suggests a retro-diner, but the menu is posted behind the register, each with a combo "number."{ { }(if:$time>96)[(unless:$day is "weekend")[(set:$ale_loc="work")](else:)[(set:$ale_loc="home")]](else:)[(set:$ale_loc="home")] }(if:$ale_loc is "work")[(if:$relationships contains "Alexandra Hampton - FRIEND")[ Alexandra is behind the counter as usual(set:$chance=(random:1,3))(if:$chance is 1)[(set:$alex_reaction=2)(display:"REACT TO ALEX")].](else:)[ There's a girl in her early twenties standing behind the counter. Her brown hair is pulled through her hat in a thick ponytail. Her skin is tan, and she's pretty -- even in the unflattering polo shirt, her breasts are nicely sized, and her waist is curved. The nametag on her chest says "ALEX." [[Talk to her->ALEXANDRA HAMPTON]]]] You try not to eat fast food, so you probably won't be ordering from here.{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->BELMONT AVE]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[*PUTTSDALE CINEMAS*(set:$time=$time+1) The movie theater is a squat building decorated with posters for upcoming films and ads featuring popcorn and particularly tasty looking soft drinks. The large sign atop the triangular doorway reads: ==><== *NOW SHOWING: STUDY IN SCARLET LIGHTNESS WILL PREVAIL THE ROD SPARED HONEY PIE* <== (if:$study_in_scarlet is "seen")[You enjoyed //STUDY IN SCARLET// and wonder if there's going to be a sequel.](else:)[You haven't heard of any of these movies. ](unless:$apartment is 1)[Your curiousity is strong, but you reason with yourself: //I can't afford to blow any cash on movie tickets when I don't even have an apartment yet.// The movies can wait.]{ }(if: $day_count is 1)[(unless:$relationships contains "Kailee Pound")[ You notice two girls in tight tee shirts standing under the awning and chatting excitedly. One of them has dark black hair and large breasts smooshed together, bared by the deep V of her neckline. The other has a cute face and a streak of pink in her hair -- her laugh is beautiful. [[Listen to what they're saying->KAILEE POUND]]]]{ }(if:$inventory contains "movie ticket")[(unless:$study_in_scarlet is "seen")[You take the folded Admit One ticket that Philia gave you out of your pocket and look up at the sign. //Philia said that STUDY IN SCARLET was pretty good...and it looks like there's a showing of it in 10 minutes!// [[Go watch //STUDY IN SCARLET//|STUDY IN SCARLET]]]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->BELMONT AVE]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - **THE MISSY HOUSEHOLD**{  }(unless:$day_of_the_party is 2)[{ }(unless:$sat contains $day_count and $time>120)[ Kid Missy’s house is light blue. The lawn is overgrown, and there’s a rain-soaked newspaper lying on the walkway. //I did hear that her parents were out of town,// you think to yourself. Apparently, Kid is throwing a banger of a graduation party (if:$sat contains $day_count)[(set:$day_of_the_party=1)tonight](else:)[this Saturday], and you’ve been unofficially invited. ](else:)[(set:$day_of_the_party=1) A muffled thump of bass emanates from Kid’s house as the lights in the windows flicker purple, green and blue, casting crazy shadows on the lawn. The entire structure appears to be boucing slightly as a party of recently graduated 18-year-olds rages inside. While you’re watching, the door swings open and a girl runs out, laughing with her arms wrapped around her bare chest as a group of her peers cry out excitedly behind her. "House run! House run! House run!" The girl leaps off the porch step and sprints to the side of the house with a gleeful shriek. //Looks like a pretty wild time,// you think. //I can only imagine what sort of spanking Kid is going to get for this when her parents get home.// But for now, life for the recent grads is one big party with no supervision. And the door, as it happens, is wide open. [[Go inside|STORY 0 - KID]] ]](else:)[Kid Missy’s house is light blue. There's a four door sedan parked in the driveway and an unattended mug of coffee on the front porch. Almost all of the evidence from the party is gone. //I wonder when Kid's parents are getting home?//(if:$kid_reaction is 1)[ (display:"REACT TO KID")] ][[Leave|SMALL CUL-DE-SAC]]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - **THE BISHOP HOUSEHOLD**(if:$day is "week")[(if:$time<52)[(set:$tre_loc="home")](else:)[(set:$tre_loc="school")]] You happen to know from your eavesdropping at Puttsdale High School that the large pink McMansion towards the west end of the cul-de-sac is owned by the large and well-paid police chief of Puttsdale, Officer Quenton Bishop. He lives there with his wife Jaclyn, a kind and clever woman with a hand in every community organizing board in town, and his son Trent, a handsome, bright, and inexcusably lazy mess of a high school senior.(if:$tre_loc is "home")[ Although you certainly aren't prying, you notice that, despite the time, there's still a car in the driveway, which means that Trent still hasn't left for school yet. //I wonder how Jaclyn feels about that?// The windows at the front of the house are large, and even from the street you're able to make out some movement within. [Get closer]<closer|(click-replace:?closer)[Curious, you glance around you to see if anyone is watching. Everyone in the cul-de-sac, it seems, is either at work or school -- there's no one to catch you creeping up the open first floor window and taking a peek inside. You nestle down in an azealia bush, your eye just above the window pane, and before long, you hear the sound of a woman's voice: "Trent? //Trent?//" She steps into view from what must be the kitchen, still holding a frying pan. She murmers to herself and returns to the kitchen; you hear the pan clatter into the sink. This must be Jaclyn. "Trent? //Where on earth...//" She's talking aloud to herself now, under her breath, shuffling down the hall in pink slippers and, holding her bathrobe closed. She peers into the bathroom, her brow furrowed in annoyance. Then, she shuffles to the end of the hallway to a doorway that faces the next widow. As she throws open the door, you can see an unmade bed over her shoulder with a prostrate form still lying in it. "//TRENT?!// Are you //still// in bed?! //TRENT ANDERSON BISHOP!//" "Mmphwauh?" Thomas sits up in bed as the covers are pulled off of him, blinking his eyes in the brilliant morning light. He coughs, scratching his neck, before he even notices the furious face of his mother before him. "Wha --" he yawns, "time is it?" "What time is -- Thomas, you --" his mother, exasperated beyond words, pinches the bridge of her nose and reminds herself that a good Christian woman does not use foul langauge. Indeed, it would take a lot to make Jaclyn Bishop swear.(set:$jaclyn_location="home") //This lady looks like she's about to draw a hard line, which could be kinda funny,// you think to yourself, glancing at your wrist watch, //but do I have time to stick around and find out what happens next?// [Continue]<continue|(click-replace:?continue)[(display:"REACT TO TRENT")]]] [[Leave->SMALL CUL-DE-SAC]]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**BELMONT AVENUE**(set:$time=$time+1) { }(unless:$familiars contains "belmont ave")[Belmont Ave extends east to west, parallel with Lake Street. The only landmarks on this road are a [[fast food restaurant->FAST FOOD RESTAURANT]] and a [[movie theater->MOVIE THEATER]]. The two off-shoots of this road are marked with yellow "DEAD END" signs. The grass at the side of the road is brownish-beige and crackles beneath your feet. To the northeast, there's an entrance to [[Yew Park->YEW PARK]].(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"belmont ave")) ](if:$relationships contains "Wren Glacey - FRIEND")[(if:$inventory contains "message 2")[(unless:$inventory contains "message 3")[On the pavement in front of the fast food restaurant, something white and crumpled scrapes along the sidewalk, blown by the wind. For some reason, it stands out to you as more than litter. //A message? A clue?// [[Go pick it up->MESSAGE 3]] ]]]Which way will you go? [[Enter the movie theater->MOVIE THEATER]] [[Enter the fast food restaurant->FAST FOOD RESTAURANT]] [[Walk around Yew Park->YEW PARK]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**1ST CONGRESSIONAL BAPTIST CHURCH**(set:$time=$time+1) (unless:$sunday contains $day_count)[The front doors of the church are closed -- although you could swear you hear something from inside. You press your ear against the hardy oak: //Nothing I can make out,// you think. Oh, well. It isn't Sunday, anyway. Come back for mass!]{ }(else:)[The interior of the church smells vaguely of perfume. It’s more modern and simplistic – there’s no altar or stained glass windows or crucifix, just a pulpit with a thin black microphone extending from it on the raised stage, and the blue center aisle cuts between rows of straight-backed wooden pews. The understated appearance of the church makes the mural on the back wall even more eye catching: it’s a pastoral scene, rolling hills spotted with sheep herds and illuminated by a rising yellow sun.(if:$time<90)[(unless:$relationships contains "Selma Gemini")[ Currently, there’s a mass happening, and the pews are full. The pastor speaks animatedly from the lectern, and the congregation listens in reverent silence. There’s only one seat available at the end of the second pew from the back, and it’s next to two tall girls with jet-black hair. As you get closer, you realize the girls are twins. It’s almost jarring to see two pretty girls right next to each other, eyes fixed on the same point – as if you were seeing double! They both have small breasts, great figure, long pale necks, icy blue eyes – it must be genetic. The right twin occasionally chews on her thumbnail. The other is more composed, blinking slowly and watching intently.(unless:$charisma > 1)[ They seem absorbed in the homily – you shouldn’t interrupt.](else:)[ [[Sit with them->SELMA GEMINI]]]]](else:)[ The church is empty, but you think you can hear low mumbling from just beyond the door of the back room.]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]]] [[Leave->WEST LAKE STREET]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**PERKINS LABS** (set:$time=$time+1)(if:$day is "weekend")[(set:$jam_loc="home")](if:$time>96)[(set:$jam_loc="home")] Perkins Labs is a squat, modern building with few windows and only one visible floor. But don't be fooled -- it continues underground in a sprawling maze. Though you wouldn't know it by the look of the run down parking lot and the modest structure, the future of discipline and artificial intelligence is happening here, in this high security building on the outskirts of a tiny town in Minnesota.{ }(if:$jam_loc is "lab" or $phi_loc is "work")[ You approach the front door, which has a white, rectangular plastic awning and full-glass windows, like some sort of clinic. You pull on the door, but it's locked. Then you notice the call button, which has a log of names next to their code. //This must be set to each technician's office,// you think. You run your index finger down the laminated list, scanning closely. //Let's see if I find anyone I know.//(if:$jam_loc is "lab")[ (if:$relationships contains "James Crowley")[[Call James]<james|(click-replace:?james)[(set:$labcode=9)[[Press 9 to speak to James->PERKINS LABS - ENTER CODE]]] ]](if:$phi_loc is "work")[ (if:$relationships contains "Philia Reese")[[Call Philia]<philia|(click-replace:?philia)[(set:$labcode=5)[[Press 5 to speak to Philia->PERKINS LABS - ENTER CODE]]]]]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->UNMARKED ROAD]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - **THE LING HOUSEHOLD**(if:$day is "week")[(if:$time>90)[(set:$ela_loc="home")]] The Ling's house is the same compact, one-level, reddish-brown style as nearly every other ranch house on the block, but it stands out for its neatness. There are no lawn toys are game pieces on the lawn, and none of the window screens are bent, torn, or lilting off. In the shade of the tidy front porch, you knock on the front door with care. { }(unless:$mia_loc is "home")[{  }(if:$ela_loc is "home")[A moment later, you hear footsteps. { }(if:$elaineSORE>5)[Elaine comes to the door sniffling softly. Her face is shiny with fresh tears. She is holding something behind her back, and you realize that it's an ice pack pressed beneath her lifted skirt. "I-I'm sorry, (print:$name)," she says apologetically. "I-uh...Can't hang out right now." You wince. "That bad, huh?" She laughs, but the sound is wet and thick like a sob. She nods silently. You step down from the porch as she closes the door.](else:)[{  }(unless:$relationships contains "Elaine Ling - KNOWN")[ "What are //you// doing here?" she asks. [["Is that how you greet //all// house guests?"]<tease| ["Your grandma asked me to check in on you."]<simple|]<reply|(click:?tease)[(replace:?reply)[Elaine scowls at you. "Just because you saw me yesterday with my butt spanked doesn’t mean I have to be embarassed around you." (set:$dominance=$dominance+1)(color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!] Still, even as she’s saying it, a tinge of red appears in her face, and she averts her eyes. Unconsciously, she rubs her behind, as if just the memory of yesterday brought back the sting. She motions for you to follow her in without a word. [[Follow her->ELAINE LING]]]](click:?simple)[(replace:?reply)["Fine. Come inside. You can have some tea while I study," Elaine says hurriedly. She turns, motioning for you to come along. [[Follow her->ELAINE LING]]]]]{  }(else:)[Elaine greets you at the door politely, giving you a kind smile. "Hey again, (print:$name). Wanna keep me company while I study again?" [[Follow her->ELAINE LING]]]]]{  }(else:)[No one answers. //Huh. Guess no one's home.//]]{  }(else:)[{  }(if:$day_count is 5)[{  }(unless:$punishment_start>0)[You're a bit surprised when Mia Ling opens the door, holding a strap in her hand. //Uh-oh...what am I interrupting?// But she doesn't seem upset -- in fact, she's happy to see you! "Come in, come in," she says hurriedly. "You see Elaine get discipline. Good for her!" [[Follow her->LING HOUSE - WATCH ELAINE]]]{  }(else:)[{  }(if:$elaineGINGER>0)[You decide that it's time to check in on Elaine, who still has the ginger root in her bottom for her post-spanking punishment. Mia greets you cordially at the door and invites you to go take a look at Elaine for yourself. "I doing bills upstairs," she says. "You see if punishment is done. Okay?" [[Go see Elaine->LING HOUSE - GINGER ELAINE]]]{  }(else:)[Elaine has had a tough day, to say the least. You decide it'd be best to wait for a while before dropping in again.]]]{  }(if:$exact_change >0 and $exact_change<4)[{ }(if:$exact_change is 1)[(if:$AM_PM is "PM")[Even from the street, you can hear Elaine's ongoing spanking. The hard swats are punctuated with yelps and scoldings as the college-bound, 18-year-old A-student takes a leather belt to her pert bare butt and her grandmother lectures her furiously in Chinese. Elaine //did// warn you that you only had until noon. Probably best to check in a different time...(set:$elaineSORE=$elaineSORE+10)(set:$exact_change=4)](else:)[You don't hear anything from inside the house -- yet. But you know you only have until noon to help Elaine get her glasses replace before she gets the spanking of a lifetime. As you're walking back to the sidewalk, you look back over your shoulder and catch a glimpse of Elaine through the window. She's pacing in the kitchen, looking at her watch. She spies you and her hands come together, as though in prayer. She mouths the word "Please!" so frantically you can almost hear it. //Better get a move-on if I'm going to be any help...//]](else-if:$exact_change>1)[Elaine meets you at the door the second you ring the bell. She looks at your hands, sees the glasses, and jumps at you, wrapping your in a tight hug before you can say a word. She kisses the side of your face as she pulls away with the glasses in hand. "Thank you," she says, and you can hear the relief in her voice. "Thank you, thank you, //thank you.//"(unless:$relationships contains "Elaine Ling - PARTNER")[(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Elaine Ling - PARTNER"))] "Who is that?" you hear Mia Ling's voice from the kitchen. "Is that the Doug boy?" "No, grandma!" Elaine replies quickly. "Just (print:$name), here to say hi. Sorry, (print:$name)," she says loudly. "I have to study today. But we'll meet up tomorrow." Mia Ling makes a sound of approval. "Ah, (print:$name) is a good friend. Good (print:$gender)," she says. Then her voice sours: "The Doug boy, though..." Elaine gives you another quick kiss on the cheek before shutting the door, mouthing one more //Thank you// as she does. You turn away feeling highly accomplished. //My work here is done!//(set:$exact_change=4)]]] [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]

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(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - **THE CHRISTMAS HOUSEHOLD** Right here, in this cute little ranch house with impatiens growing beneath the windowsill, Amanda lives with her girlfriend Philia. The welcome mat is unworn, the paint on the porch is fresh, the house is light, playful blue, and the teeny-tiny driveway is empty.(if:$relationships contains "Amanda Christmas - FRIEND")[ You decide to pay Amanda a visit, so you give the doorbell a ring. In a few moments the door swings open: Amanda is standing there wearing a spaghetti strap shirt and ill-fitting sweatpants, still looking as cute as ever. You probably can guess why she'd want loose fabric huggin her behind right now. She's ecstatic to see you. Ever since you helped her at the school, she's been your new best friend. "Come in, come in!" Amanda says. "I was just hanging out with Cookie, super bored. You can keep me company until Philia gets home!" [[Follow her->AMANDA CHRISTMAS]]] [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]

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(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - **THE STREVETSKY HOUSEHOLD** (if:$day_count>2)[You approach Petra's house, which is quaint and well-lived-in with a slightly chipped paint job. (unless:$day is "weekend")[(if:$time>90)[(if:$opened contains "Strevetsky House")[(set:$pet_loc="home")]]](if:$pet_loc is "home")[You knock on the door, and in a few moments, you hear footsteps. The door swings open, and Petra greets you with a large smile. She's wearing an old sweatshirt and sweatpants, and her hair is in disarray -- but she's still very pretty, and you feel your blood rush faster when she wraps you in a hug. "I'm glad you came over!" she says. "C'mon in!" [[Follow Petra->PETRA STREVETSKY]]](else:)[You knock on the door, but no one is home.]](else:)[(unless:$relationships contains "Petra Strevetsky")[The sounds grow louder and louder as you approach the house at the end of the block. You can now hear the distinct //swish// of a cane and the unmistakable //thwack// of it striking bare flesh. //Someone is really getting it...// you think to yourself. And they aren't taking it quietly, either. The cries are audible from the street! //fffFWACK!//(set:$dominance=$dominance+1) "Mmmmphaa!" //fffffffWACK!// "Gnaaaa!" You can even hear the sobbing. The mailbox at this house is marked "STREVETSKY." There's a ripped envelope on the ground, and you stoop to pick it up. Despite it being torn, you can still the print on the label. ==><== REPORT CARD: STREVETSKY, PETRA <== //Guess the grades weren't so good,// you muse. //I wonder what else I might be able to see...// (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!] [Peek in the window]<spy|(click-replace:?spy)[(display:"STREVETSKY HOUSE - WATCH PETRA")]](else:)[You approach Petra's house, which is quaint and well-lived-in with a slightly chipped paint job.(if:$pet_loc is "display")[(set:$petra_reaction=1) (display:"REACT TO PETRA")](else:)[ Seems like Petra has been allowed back inside.]]] [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]

Today is Friday, May 1st, 2015.(set:$day_count=1)(set:$day="week")(set:$time=48){  (set:$tom_loc="bakery") (set:$pete_loc="liquor store") (set:$mia_loc="dry cleaners") (set:$hen_loc="grocery store") (set:$sus_loc="pizzeria") (set:$man_loc="pharmacy") (set:$har_loc="hardware store") (set:$lib_loc="library") (set:$kat_loc="large cul-de-sac") (set:$jul_loc="bakery") (set:$ela_loc="dry cleaners") (set:$ang_loc="middle school")} Before the day is done, you'll need to find a job and a place to stay. It shouldn't be hard in a small town like this. [[Continue->FULL]]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - **THE DIEVS HOUSEHOLD** (if:$familiars contains "Diev House")[This is the house of the famous Dievs, the "old guard" of Puttsdale. Their son Henry runs the grocery store on Schoolhouse Road, and as retired empty-nesters they now run their own small business from the quiet of their home: you see their sign in the window. ==><== **DIEVS' OLD FASHIONED DISCIPLINE DONE RIGHT! FEES START AT $5 INQUIRE INSIDE** <== You check your wallet: you've got $(print:$money). (if:$money>4)[Enough to buy one spanking from the professionals for yourself...or someone else.](else:)[Not enough to buy any old fashioned discipline right now.]](else:)[The Dievs' house is sqat and dark green with square columns and a swinging bench chair on the porch with a handmade quilt draped over the seat. Some of the paint is peeling and the black shingles on the roof are warped with age, but overall it is a handsome home with a well-kept front yard and azealia bushes on either side of the steps. Just then, something in one of the windows catches your eye:(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"Diev House")) (display:"REACT TO LILY")] [[Leave->VALLEY ROAD]]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**VALLEY ROAD/"HISTORIC" PUTTSDALE**(set:$time=$time+1) Valley Road is actually where the oldest houses in Puttsdale are still standing -- in fact, some people refer to it as "historic Puttsdale" for this very reason. The residents who have been in Puttsdale longest -- since the sign on the boundary of town was last updated, or before -- live in this row of houses. (unless:$opened contains "Dievs House")[You don't know anyone living in historic Puttsdale at this time, so it's best not to barge in.]{ }(else:)[Would you like to visit someone? ](if:$opened contains "Dievs House")[ [[Visit the Dievs->DIEVS HOUSE]]](if:$opened contains "motel")[ [[Go to the motel|MOTEL]]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**UNMARKED ROAD**(set:$time=$time+1) (unless:$opened contains "Perkins Labs")[You aren't familiar enough with the town yet to be cruising down unnamed roads. Better stick to the main streets for now.](else:)[(unless:$familiars contains "unmarked road")[You continue on the dirt trail until, in the distance, you spot a rectangular outcropping against the otherwise flat horizon. //That must be Perkins Lab...//(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"unmarked road"))](else:)[You can see Perkins Lab in the distance.] [[Continue to Perkins Lab->PERKINS LAB]](if:$inventory contains "message 3")[(unless:$inventory contains "message 4")[ Just as you're about to step past it, you notice the corner of a white paper jutting out from beneath a stone. //Here we go,// you think to yourself. //Another message!// [[Go pick it up->MESSAGE 4]]]]]{  }(if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }**YOUR APARTMENT** (unless:$time>130)[It's not much, but it's home. The apartment is a small studio with a slanted ceiling and a single window overlooking Main Street. It's furnished with a bed, a nightstand, and a desk -- all of them fashioned from worn-down wood, secondhand and cozy. (unless:$familiars contains "journal")[(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"journal")) You keep your journal on the nightstand. Each time something noteworthy happens to you, you try to record it. It's an up-to-date list of everything you've seen, every bottom you've spanked, and everytime you've been spanked since arriving at Puttsdale!](else:)[Your journal is on the nightstand.](if:$inventory contains "care package")[ You ravenously tear open the care package to reveal -- just as you'd expected -- homemade cookies! Starving as you are, you know that once you eat one, you won't be able to stop -- and once you fill your belly, you'll fall dead asleep. [[Eat cookies and go to sleep->TRANSITION]]] You have a full-body mirror across from your bed. [[Read your journal->YOUR APARTMENT - JOURNAL]] [[Look in mirror->YOUR APARTMENT - MIRROR]](if:$submissiveness>2)[ [[Self-spank->YOUR APARTMENT - SPANK]](if:$inventory contains "enema")[ [[Give yourself an enema->YOUR APARTMENT - ENEMA]]]](if:$project_idea is 1)[(unless:$inventory contains "paddle")[ [[Make a wooden paddle->YOUR APARTMENT - CRAFT]]]](if:$inventory contains "fancy letter")[ [[Open letter->YOUR APARTMENT - READ LETTER]]] On the desk, there's a computer that looks like it was built in the 1990s. (if:$computer_on is 0)[The monitor is a black mirror, coated with a fine layer of dust. [Turn on computer]<computer|(click-replace:?computer)[Not only did Susan swear to you that the desktop was fully functional, she also promised it would connect to the internet router from the restaurant downstairs. "It's a perfectly good machine," she insists. "My last tenant left it here, and I never threw it away." Despite your doubts, the machine does in fact flicker to life when you press the power button. //Whoa,// you think to yourself. //Could I get any luckier right now?//(set:$computer_on=1)]](else:)[The screen is glowing.(if:$inventory contains "Julia's business card")[(unless:$all_the_news > 0)[ [[Search Julia's blog->YOUR APARTMENT - READ BLOG]]]](if:$all_the_news is 1)[ There's a notification -- seems Julia's blog has a new post! [[Read new blog post->YOUR APARTMENT - READ MESSAGE]]]] [[Go downstairs->PIZZERIA]]](else:)[Almost as soon as you get home, exhaustion starts to creep up on you. You lie down on your bed and, within moments, you're almost asleep! (display:"SAVE") [[Go to bed->TRANSITION]]]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - **TOM SLY'S APARTMENT** (unless:$inventory contains "beer")[//Oh, shoot,// you think as you stand outside the bakery. //Tom said to bring a six-pack. Guess I'd better, otherwise he might be annoyed to see me this late...//](else:)[The lights to the bakery are off, which is your invitation to scoop some gravel from the curb and fling pebbles at Tom Sly's second floor window. //Plink! Plink!// Each pebble strikes the glass soundly -- you are well practiced at the art of midnight hijinks. Finally, a light turns on in Tom's bedroom, and you see his bedheaded silouette sitting up straight on the mattress, plodding to the window, scratching his belly beneath his tee-shirt. He sees you at the door, and a smirk crosses his face. Tom turns, leaves the window, and in a moment he is letting you in. [[Follow him->THOMAS SLY]]] [[Leave->UPTOWN]]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (unless:$relationships contains "James Crowley")[You ascend the steps to a single wooden door with no peephole and give a hardy knock. A meek sounding voice replies from inside: "N-not really in the position to be entertaining, at the moment. Come back another time, okay?" (unless:$inventory contains "balm")[//Maybe if I had something to offer him, he'd be more open to making friends. Something to soothe the pain of a recent belt-spanking, perhaps?//](else:)["Hey, um -- my name is (print:$name), and I, uh, actually have something that might help," you begin, taking the soothing balm from your backpack. "This stuff I've got has helped people in similar...//positions.// Can I come in?" There's a pause, but even from the silence you can tell you have James' interest. A few moments later, there's a //click// and the door opens to reveal a handsome but anxious-looking young man in wire-frame glasses with tussled brown hair brushed to the side. Blinking nervously (a tic, perhaps?) he motions for you to step inside. Your eyes take in the apartment in amazement -- //It's like a mad scientist's lab!// A disassembled clock rests on the kitchen table, a coffee percolator on the stove, all many of tools arranged on the various surfaces, strange mechanisms with exposed wiring adorning the walls. "Pardon our appearance," James says drolly. He rubs his behind tenderly and motions for you to have a seat. [[Follow him->JAMES CROWLEY]]]](else:)[(if:$time>96)[(set:$jam_loc="home")]The door to the apartment is open, and you let yourself in. As always, James's apartment would make a mad scientist from a black and white film scratch his head. Even simple operations -- like the steel kettle -- are rigged up with tumbling gears and pulleys, little feats of engineering such as the toaster that depresses when the hot water boils, triggering a level with a jet of steam. Despite the needless complications on his appliances, James actually lives quite simply: old wooden furniture, bare hardwood floors, no couch or television set. It seems this is just another workspace for James when the lab closes its doors.(if:$jam_loc is "home")[(if:$james_reaction > 0)[(set:$chance=(random:1,3))(if:$chance is 1)[(display:"REACT TO JAMES")](else:)[ James is at the kitchen table, hard at work on the timer device, when you enter. [[Talk to him->JAMES CROWLEY]]]](else:)[ James is at the kitchen table, hard at work on the timer device, when you enter. [[Talk to him->JAMES CROWLEY]]]]] [[Go back downstairs->DRY CLEANERS]]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - **WREN GLACEY'S APARTMENT** (if:$relationships contains "Wren Glacey - PARTNER")[Moments after you knock at the door, Wren greets you and ushers you quickly inside. Her hair is a mess, and her eyes are wild -- but you've come to expect this from this strange, //Proclamation// fan-girl. "I just had the //weirdest// day," Wren says as she cracks open a beer can and tosses you one from across the room. You catch it and pop the top with a //hisss//. "But let's not talk about that. Come sit with me, (print:$name)! Let's chat." She sits at the kitchen table and kicks out a chair for you to take. [[Follow her->WREN GLACEY]]]{ }(else:)[(if:$day_count is 2)[(unless:$inventory contains "care package")[You open the door at the top of the stairs, step into Wren's room, and, immediately, feel your heart sink. The room is an absolute //disaster// -- the floor isn't even visible beneath the mess. //It looks like a bomb went off in here!// you think to yourself. It'll take forever to find the package you need. You sigh. //Well, guess I don't really have a choice...// [[Search->WREN'S APARTMENT - SEARCH ROOM]]](else:)[The door is locked and no one's home -- even though you know where the key is, you really shouldn't go back in without Wren's permission.]](else:)[(if:$paranormal_quest is 0)[(unless:$wre_loc is "home")[You knock on her apartment's door, but Wren doesn't seem to be home. //That girl is so strange,// you think to yourself, //she really could be anywhere right now.//](else:)[You rap at the door with your knuckle and press your ear against the door. Inside, you hear some small movements — the sound of papers rustling, being returned to their place in a shoebox. "Who is it?" a suspicious voice calls. "It’s (print:$name). I think I found something that belongs to you," you reply. Then you hold your breath, hoping not to sound too eager and straining to hear Wren’s response. Seconds pass. Then, just as you were about to ask whether Wren had heard you, a voice from inside declares: "Coming." You’ve never heard so many locks at the other side of a door. //Talk about paranoia,// you think. After the metallic slide of the fifth deadbolt, you hear the door handle jiggling, and with a resounding //clack//, it comes free. The door opens to reveal Wren, looking as though she hasn’t slept in days. Her dirty-blonde hair is a tangled mess, and there are dark rings beneath her impish gray eyes. She’s wearing a baggy red flannel with a large enough neckline that you can see the soft indentation of her collarbone, plus a glimpse of a green bra strap. At first glance, you blush, because you think for a second that she isn’t wearing any pants — her long, pale legs are bare, ending in socked feet with blue toe patterns. But really, she’s just wearing short shorts, almost entirely hidden beneath the long hem of her loose, flowing top. "What happened to //you//?" you can’t help yourself from asking. She rubs the bridge of her nose tiredly, ignoring your question. "You had something for me?" [["Oh, um — yeah, I think so. Are these yours?"]<sub| ["Not if you’re going to be rude."]<dom|]<choose|{ }(click:?sub)[(replace:?choose)["Oh, um — yeah, I think so. Are these yours?" (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!] You fish the crumpled papers from your pocket, and Wren raises an eyebrow.(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1) ]]{ }(click:?dom)[(replace:?choose)["Not if you’re going to be rude," you say in a stern tone. Wren glances down, ashamed. She mumbles an apology. "I’m sorry it’s just — I’ve had a tough week. Not a lot of sleep." She looks up at you with genuine remorse, simpering. "Sorry for taking it out on you." (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!](set:$dominance=$dominance+1) You shrug, then take the papers out of your pocket. "Are these yours?"]] She takes them in her hands and hurriedly begins to leaf through them. Even action of Wren’s, it seems, is hurried — urgent. As soon as she begins to read, she blushes darkly. "Ohmigosh," she says breathlessly. "Where did you find these?" "They were just scattered around the town. I kind of thought you’d been leaving them on purpose — like a breadcrumb trail, or something." You mumble the last part and scratch the back of your head, feeling a bit sheepish. //That sounded more likely in my mind, I guess…// "Aren’t these pages from the Proclamation series you like?" Wren is slowly shaking her head. "No," she says softly. "No, they —" Then she looks up, glancing left and right in the hall. "You’d better come inside."(set:$wren_message_quest=1) [[Continue->WREN GLACEY]]]](else-if:$paranormal_quest is 1)[You don't have anything to report to Wren yet -- no strange happenings to speak of. //Maybe I could check out Perkins Labs again,// you think. //There's bound to be something there that'll pique Wren's interest...//](else-if:$paranormal_quest is 2)[After seeing the Home of Tomorrow, you're sure you've got something that will be of interest to the conspiracy-theorey prone paranoid, so you rap hard on the door. "Wren!" you call out. "Wren, I think I found something! I --" To your shock, the door opens on its own.(set:$paranormal_quest=3) //Unlocked?// you think, your hand still poised to knock again. //That's weird.// You glance inside -- it doesn't appear that Wren is home... [[Continue->discipline.exe]]](else:)[You haven't seen Wren since you discovered that weird floppy disk. You're starting to worry that she might have gotten herself in some kind of trouble...]]] [[Go back downstairs->ICE CREAM PARLOR]]

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - { }(unless:$time>168)[**PUTTSDALE LIBRARY**(set:$time=$time+1) (unless:$time>120)[You ascend the stone staircase and push open the front door. Inside, the hushed tones of academia and the musty smell of antique literature pervade, and you find yourself transported to your days in college. This isn't exactly an illustrious university library, though. Upon closer inspection, many of the books on the shelves are well worn and falling apart. Some bookish people are stepping silently across the aisles.{  }(if: $lib_loc is "library")[ { }(unless:$bookstolen is 1)[{ }(unless:$relationships contains "Libby Martine")[A young, sharply-dressed librarian behind the counter chews her bubblegum and reads a heavy paperback. You can't help but notice a heavy looking paddle on the front desk.](else:)[Libby the librarian is still sitting at the kiosk, reading.]](else:)[(unless:$spanked_by_librarian is 1)[(display:"SPANKED BY LIBBY")](else:)[As you pass before the kiosk, you are deliberately avoiding eye contact with Libby. You're still feeling sore...]] [[Talk to her->LIBBY MARTINE]]] [[Go find a book->LIBRARY - TAKE OUT A BOOK]]]{  }(else:)[It's past 8pm, so the library is now closed.(set:$time=$time+1)](if:$time>130)[ It's getting pretty late.(if:$apartment is 1)[ [[Go to bed->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]] [[Leave->WEST LAKE STREET]](display:"STATUS")]{ }(else:)[(display:"END OF DAY")]

{ }(if:$delivery_quest is 1)[(unless: $time<102)[(display:"PIZZERIA - WORK")](else:)["Come back later, after 5 this afternoon," Susan says. "You'll help me with deliveries then."]](else:)[{  }(if:$relationships contains "Susan Smith - FRIEND")[ [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>20)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>5)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact| (click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:20 SUB:5 AUT:21 TOL:14**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[]] (click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>21)[(display:"SPANKING SUSAN")](else:)[]]] (click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>14)[(display:"SPANKED BY SUSAN")](else:)[]]]](else-if:$relationships contains "Susan Smith")[{  }Susan nods to you familiarly. {  }(if:$earn_trust_quest is 1)[(if:$trustworthiness>1)["I've been hearing good things about you," Susan says as you approach. "Oh, yeah?" She nods. "The people in this town talk -- //a lot//. But they're good folks, and they value trust." She gives you a warm smile. "If you'd like, you can still have the job -- and you can stay in the apartment upstairs." "I- well, of course!" you exclaim. "Excellent!" Susan declares. She hands you the manilla folder. "Just sign here...here...here...and here! You're done! We'll give you the weekend to settle in, and your first shift will be on Monday night." She grins broadly and shakes your hand. "Would you look at that? You're officially a local!" She hands you an envelope with "APT. KEY" scrawled on it in black sharpie.(set:$inventory= $inventory+(a:"apartment key"))(set:$earn_trust_quest=0) You smile. //How about that?// you think. //I've got a place to stay and a job...all in a day's work!//(set:$susan_offer=0)(set:$apartment=1)](else:)[ You still haven't built the trustworthy reputation you need for Susan to hire you yet.]]{  }(else:)[She gives you a warm smile. "Hello again, sweetheart."]]{  }(else:)[You go to the counter, and the woman greets you with her arms on her hips. Her apron is smudged with red and yellowy blotches, and her hair is pulled back in a tight white bun wrapped with a bandana. Her eyes are kind, but expectant. "Hey there! I'm Susan Smith, and this is my pizzeria. Not often that I see a new face in this town! How can I help you?"](unless:$earn_trust_quest is 1)[(unless:$apartment is 1)[ [["I saw your help wanted sign and was looking for a job."]<job|(unless:$relationships contains "Susan Smith")[ ["Do you offer free pizza for hungry out-of-towners?"]<order|]]<app|]](click:?order)[(replace:?app)[Susan laughs heartily. "No, sweatheart. I'm afraid we don't," she says. "Well, listen, I've got a business proposition for you." Once again, Susan laughs good-naturedly. "Come back when you have a buck to spare -- anyone who can't afford a dollar for a slice of pizza has bigger things to worry about." "I suppose you're right," you say. You aren't getting any free pizza, but at least it seems like Susan is charmed by your sense of humor. (color:yellow)[+1 CHARISMA!](set:$charisma=$charisma+1)(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Susan Smith"))]](click:?job)[(replace:?app)["Ah, a job-seeker!" She folds her arms on the counter, leaning forward. "So what makes you think you're cut out to work at my restaurant?"(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Susan Smith")) "Well, I used to deliver for a chinese food place. And before that, I worked at my college's cafeteria." She nods approvingly. "Good, good. Do you have any references?" "Erm...I, uh, am pretty new in town. I could call them up, but it would take a while." You shift on your feet. Susan looks at you meaningfully, and her eyes narrow. It's as if she's conducting a silent investigation of your character right in front of you. You're paralyzed by the intensity of her gaze. (if:$trustworthiness>1)[Finally, she stands back from the counter and raps her knuckles on the display case. "Ah, what the hey. You seem trustworthy. It's just a job delivering pizzas, anyhow. How hard could it be? Come on back here, lets talk hours. First of all, do you have a car?" "No, sorry," you say, following her to a back room coated in a fine layer of flour. The heat from the pizza oven hits you in a wave. "That's fine, we've got a bike you can use." She stoops to a desk drawer and pulls out a manilla folder full of papers, then withdraws a short pencil from the pocket of her apron. "Where are you living?" "...Um," you respond, your eyes downcast. Susan turns to you, eyebrows raised. "I don't exactly...know, yet." Susan stands up straight, tapping the end of the pencil to her temple thoughtfully. She frowns, but doesn't seem angry -- to the contrary, she seems to be considering something. "Tell you what," she begins. "Maybe we can kill two birds with one stone, here. I've got an apartment on the second floor of this building -- I can never rent it out, since no newcomers ever seem to come to town. What if you hole up there? You can be my renter //and// my employee. You get a job //and// a place to stay.(set:$susan_offer=1)(set:$earn_trust_quest=0) "That sounds perfect!" "Excellent!" Susan declares. She hands you the manilla folder. "Just sign here...here...here...and here! You're done! We'll give you the weekend to settle in, and your first shift will be on Monday night." She grins broadly and shakes your hand. "Would you look at that? You're officially a local!" She hands you an envelope with "APT. KEY" scrawled on it in black sharpie.(set:$inventory= $inventory+(a:"apartment key")) You smile. //How about that?// you think. //I've got a place to stay and a job...all in a day's work!//(set:$susan_offer=0)(set:$apartment=1)](else:)[Susan gives you a wry look, one eyebrow cocked. She doesn't seem to trust you yet. "Maybe get to know the town a bit first. Get yourself established with the locals. Then we'll talk."(set:$earn_trust_quest=1)]]]] [[Leave->PIZZERIA]]

(if:$relationships contains "Julia Acrostic - FRIEND")[(if:$jul_loc is "home")[Julia opens the door abruptly. Her hair is in disarray, and she has a pencil tucked behind her ear. But when she sees you, her eyes light up, and her face breaks into a grin. "I was beginning to think you might have chickened out," she says. You open your mouth to reply, but she's already ushing you in. The hotel is modest and crampled, but the rooms are quite nice. Given the size, it's hardly more like a bed and breakfast. As you enter the room, you pass a desk covered in papers. There's a typewriter and a glass of something that fizzes softly under a harsh desk lamp. Julia leans down to rifle through her satchel. "Do you mind if I record?" Julia asks you over her shoulder. Before you respond, she pulls out a tape recorder, presses the button to illuminate a green light, and places it on the kitchen table. "I was thinking we could start with something simple, what do you think?" (if:$submissivness>$dominance)[[[Ask her for a spanking->STORY 1 - JULIA (SUB)]]](else:)[[[Give her a spanking->STORY 1 - JULIA (DOM)]]]]{ }(else:)[Julia is working when you approach her. She looks up at you with a smile, but her eyes keep flitting back to the screen. "What's up, (print:$name)?" she asks with half of her attention on you. [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>4)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>15)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:4 SUB:15 AUT:7 TOL:7 NEED PADDLE**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[You don't really have anything to talk to Julia about at this time. //Better not disturb her with small talk while she's writing,// you think.]](click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(unless:$juliaSORE>0)["Hey, Julia -- I read your blog," you begin. "Oh?" Julia says, looking up. "What'd you think?" "You're quite a reporter," you say. "It's good to see real, hard-hitting journalism these days." Julia laughs. "Well, it definitely hits hard sometimes," she says. "There's one thing, though, that I feel is missing from your blog." "Really? What's that?" "All of the spankings you've gotten have been in private. What about being spanked publically? Isn't that a completely different experience altogether?" Julia adjusts her glasses. "Hm. I'd never thought of that..." (if:$authority>7)["Well, then -- how about we try it out?" Julia looks you up and down, jaw open. "Right //here//?" You nod. "This is public, isn't it?" You take her by the arm, and instinctively, Julia stands, ready to follow your orders. "Time for some more investigative journalism. Bend over, let's see that bottom."(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKING JULIA")]](else:)[Julia seems like she might be interested in letting you spank her...but you don't have the authority quite yet. So she only raises her eyebrow at you with a glimmer of a smile and returns to her work.]](else:)[She smiles, but shakes her head. "My poor bottom needs a rest, sweetie. I think I’ve had taken all the news I’m fit to print for right now."]]](click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>7)["You'd like me...to spank you?" Julia says, her eyebrows arched. She's surprised, and perhaps a bit confused. But she doesn't seem opposed to the idea. "I understand needing some...//discipline//. I need it myself at times. But we ought to go someplace private to do that, no?" (if:$submissiveness>10)[["I want everyone to see me get my spanking."]<public|]{ }(click:?public)[(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKED BY JULIA")]]]{ }(else:)[Julia presses the eraser of her pencil into her dimple with a wry expression. She's thinking, pondering your request. You instinctively look at the floor. Finally, she replies: "Look, I always want to help another spank-seeker, but...I'm just not sure you're ready. Maybe work on your tolerance, then come back to me."]]]] [[[Leave->BAKERY]]]<exit|]{ }(else:)[(unless:$relationships contains "Julia Acrostic")[(unless:$authority > 0)[The woman continues to type furiously at her laptop, not looking up at you. Her eyes don't even leave the screen as she takes a sip of coffee. You read the label on her laptop: ACROSTIC. [[Leave->BAKERY]]](else:)[You go to the seat across from the woman and sit down. She looks up -- a bit surprised, but not displeased. Her glasses drop to the end of her nose, and she pushes them back up. She gives you a curt smile and says, "Well, hello there." [{ }["Whatcha workin' on?"]<question| ["Hello yourself, pretty lady."]<flirt|]<approach| (click:?question)[(replace:?approach)[Julia seems pleased, if a bit flustered, by your interest in her work. (set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Julia Acrostic"))She uncrosses her legs and brushes her skirt. "Oh, um, it's for my personal blog, actually. I'm a newspaper reporter, but I also have my own website...are you a writer?" You shrug. "I dabble. What is your blog about?" She laughs and gestures around. "This whole town!" she replies. "I basically document all of the stuff that goes on here. Especially the, uh..." she blushes. "...the...//interesting// disciplinary culture." "Oh? Well, I'm new in town. Maybe I should read it?" "Yeah!" she says, excited. "Here, take my card!" She hands you a laminated business card that reads JULIA ACROSTIC: JOURNALIST and gives her website address. You put the card in your wallet.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"Julia's business card")) "Thanks," you say. Then you extend your hand. "I'm (print: $name), by the way." "Julia," she says, taking it. She's got a firm and confident handshake, so energetic that it shakes her whole body and her glasses slide down her nose. She smiles, a bit embarassed, as she pushes them back up. "It's, uh, very nice to meet you." "You too." You stand to leave, and she immediately returns to work. She's typing with such renewed rigor that, for a moment, you wonder: //Is she writing down the conversation we just had?// [[Leave->BAKERY]]]](click:?flirt)[(replace:?approach)[A frown flickers across her face, but she hides expertly with an ingratiating smile. "That's...flattering, thank you," she says coldy. //Whoops,// you think. //That was a bit forward of me...// "Uh...what's your name?" you stammer. Without responding, she takes a business card and presses it into your hand. It reads, "JULIA ACROSTIC: JOURNALIST." "Oh...thanks," you say. She gives you another curt smile, and then raises her eyebrows as if to ask, //Are we done here?// A bit dejected, you stand to leave. [[Leave->BAKERY]]]]]](else:)[(unless:$inventory contains "Julia's business card")[Julia is too focused on her writing to even glance at you. //Even if she did, our relationship isn't exactly friendly yet,// you reflect. [[Leave->BAKERY]]](else:)[(unless:$readblog is 1)[As you approach, Julia beams at you, but her fingers continue to tap away at the keys. //Better not disturb her while she's writing,// you think. [[Leave->BAKERY]]](else:)[(if:$dominance>5)[(display:"SPANKING JULIA")](else-if:$submission>3)[(display:"SPANKED BY JULIA")](else:)[You can't help but think of Julia's bare bottom spanked to red each time you look at her now. The image is driving you nuts... [[Leave->BAKERY]]]]]]]

(unless:$time>120)[Tom nods at you as you approach the counter. "What'll it be?" [Buy something]<buy|(click-replace:?buy)[(unless:$money > 0)[You don't have any money, unfortunately.(if:$inventory contains "free coffee punchcard")[ You do, however, have the free coffee punchcard that Heidi gave you, so you might as well try to use that! (display:"BAKERY - PURCHASE")]](else:)[(display:"BAKERY - PURCHASE")]](set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Thomas Sly"))]{ }(else:)[(if:$relationships contains "Thomas Sly - FRIEND")[Inside the bakery, you and Tom drop down into the seats at one of the tables, and Tom sets a bottle opener on the table. Tom is almost startlingly eloquent: you can tell he's one of a rare breed of people who choose simple lives, not out of necessity but out of a complete contentedness with being unrushed and self-reliant. For a while you talk about random things, idle matters...then, a few beers into your late night conversation, there's a pause. Tom notices you looking thoughtfully at the lip of your beer, so he asks: "What's on your mind, (print:$name)?" [[Talk to him]<talk|(if:$dominance>22)[ [Spank him]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>6)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make him follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:22 SUB:6 AUT:17 TOL:10 NEED PADDLE**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)["Nothing, really. Any interesting news around the town lately?" Tom grins. "There's always something." He leans back thoughtfully. (unless:$esthers_secret>0)["Oh, wait, here's one:" he says, coming forward again. "So you know that cul-de-sac by Deacon? A few PTA moms live in that area, very suburban people. My friend tells me a disagreement over a school bake-sale led to a //High Noon//-style stand-off between Evelyn Grace and some young Asian woman, a step-mom. Only one of them made it out of there with dignity intact. The other got an over-the-knee spanking, and then had to serve coffee to the other ladies, bare-assed. You don't mess with volunteer parents, I'll tell you that." He laughs at your expression of disbelief. "But that's only half of the story: I don't know if I can believe it, but my friend says he swears he's seen the one lady slinking over the the Grace household in the dead of night." He shrugs. "Seems that the lesson resonated with her, 'cause she's always going back for more."](else:)[(set:$story=$story+1){ }(if:$story is 1)["There's a lot of talk about Perkins Lab these days -- all sorts of speculation on that. I've got a friend who told me she made some money from some experimental testing there, you know, basically being a guinea pig for some spare cash in college, but she isn't going back. She couldn't sit for weeks, she says. You can read that however you want."]{ }(else-if:$story is 2)["You know Pete Angelworth? The liquor store guy? Funny story: some kids from Puttsdale High School tried to buy some booze, and he gave them all a paddling. He's got a whole wall of photos of teens who thought they could pull a fast one on him -- all with their pants down, butts all lit-up. But you know teens: they never learn."]{ }(else-if:$story is 3)["I think you saw the good-looking lady on her laptop who was in here before. That's Julia Acrostic -- she's a bit off-kilter, but her writing isn't too shabby. You ought to read her blog if you're looking for town gossip: it's like a log of every spanking she gets from people in town. A highly entertaining read." He takes a thoughtful sip of his beer, then sets it down and says, "You know, I bet you could get a double feature if you gave her something to write about..."]{ }(else-if:$story is 4)["Not that you don't know this, now that you're a local," Tom says with sly deference, "but giving a spanking is an art form. You've got to choose the right implement and give the right number of swats, otherwise the lesson won't sink in." He shrugs. "I don't know what made me think of that..."]{ }(else-if:$story is 5)["Agh," he says, waving his hand dimissively. "You've heard all my stories. Give me some time to get some new ones."]]]](click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"SPANKING TOM")](else:)[Tom raises his eyebrows and takes another slug from the bottle. Then he smacks his lips and says wryly, "You'd have to get me drunker than 3 beers for //that// to work." Right now, it's out of the question. But maybe if you had more authority...]]](click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>10)[(display:"SPANKED BY TOM")(replace:?exit)[]](else:)[Tom snorts. "Me? Spanking a newcomer like you? I'd be afraid to break your rear end. Maybe later, after you've built up some tolerance to that sort of thing. You'll get there soon enough in this town."]]]](else:)[As a baker, Tom wakes up early and goes to bed even earlier. He's probably asleep by now.]] [[[Leave->BAKERY]]]<exit|

(if:$relationships contains "Mandy Peabody - FRIEND")[Mandy has her chin propped up on her elbows when you approach her. She stands, unenthused. "Can I help you?" [[Talk to her]<talk| [Buy something]<buy|(if:$dominance is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:16 SUB:4 AUT:4 TOL:9 NEED PADDLE**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[You small talk with Mandy for a while before her half-lidded eyes suddenly light up. She glances around the empty store. "I'm not too busy right now," she says, giving you a smirk. "Want to earn some store credit?" [(if:$hp>50)[{}[[Sure, let's do it!|earn store credit]]](else:)[You don't think you can take more spanking from Mandy today... ][Not right now...]<decline|]<decision|(click:?decline)[(replace:?decision)[Mandy looks mildly disappointed, but she simply shrugs. "Suit yourself."]]]]{ }(click:?buy)[(replace:?interact)[(unless:$money>0)[You don't have any money, unfortunately.](else:)[(display:"PHARMACY - PURCHASE")]]]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"SPANKING MANDY")](else:)[]]]{ }(click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"SPANKED BY MANDY")](else:)[]]]]{ }(else-if:$exact_change is 1)[(display:"STORY 1 -MANDY")](else:)[Mandy looks you up and down. "Can I help you?" [Buy something]<buy|(click-replace:?buy)[(unless:$money>0)[You don't have any money, unfortunately.](else:)[(display:"PHARMACY - PURCHASE")]]] [[Leave->PHARMACY]]

(if:$relationships contains "Pete Angelworth - FRIEND")[ [[Talk to him]<talk| [Buy something]<buy|(if:$dominance>38)[ [Spank him]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>11)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority > 60)[ [Make him follow you]<follow|]]<interact| (click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[]] (click:?buy)[(replace:?interact)[(unless:$money>0)[You don't have any money, unfortunately.](else:)[(if:$age>21)[(display:"LIQUOR STORE - PURCHASE")](else:)[(display:"SPANKED BY PETE")]]]] (click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>34)[(display:"SPANKING PETE")](else:)[]]] (click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>15)[(display:"SPANKED BY PETE")](else:)[Pete scoffs gruffly. "If I did, you wouldn't sit for weeks," he says. "S'not something you'd ask for, believe me. Or ask my daughter, Angie."]]]]{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:38 SUB:11 AUT:34 TOL:15 NEED PADDLE**](else:)[(if:$relationships contains "Pete Angelworth")[As you approach, the man behind the counter takes his eyes from his crossword as though you were intruding. In a gruff voice, he says tersely: "'elp ya?"(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Pete Angelworth")) [{ }["My name is (print: $name), it's nice to meet you."]<introduce| [Buy something]<buy|]<patronage|(click:?introduce)[(replace:?patronage)[The man behind the counter sniffs, suspicious, as he eyes your hand. After an uncomfortable pause, he takes your handshake and says, "Pete. Pete Angelworth." Then he gestures to the girl at the door. "'smy daughter, Angela, over there." "Ah. Well, I'm new in town," you say. "Mm," he concurs. You scratch your head. //Man of few words,// you think. "Well, alright, I'm just trying to get to know people, so...thanks!" Pete grunts again before returning to his crossword.]](click:?buy)[(replace:?patronage)[(unless:$money>0)[You don't have any money, unfortunately.](else:)[(if:$age>20)[(display:"LIQUOR STORE - PURCHASE")](else:)[You aren't old enough to buy booze...]]]]]{ }(else:)[Pete looks you up and down. "Gettin' something?" he asks. He rubs his nose, an unpleasant sight. [Buy something]<buy|(click-replace:?buy)[(unless:$money>0)[You don't have any money, unfortunately.](else:)[(if:$age>20)[(display:"LIQUOR STORE - PURCHASE")](else:)[You aren't old enough to buy booze...]]]]] [[Leave->LIQUOR STORE]]

(if:$relationships contains "Mia Ling - PARTNER")[Mia's beady black eyes glint under the fluorescent lights as you approach. She smiles at you, then sets both elbows on the counter and rests her small face on both hands. A youthful, friendly pose, like a gossipy girl ready to listen. "What I can do for you today, (print:$name)?" she says. [[Give clothes]<give| [Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>2)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:45 SUB:2 AUT:99 TOL:12 NEED PADDLE**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)["My grandaughter, she is very good girl." Mia says, bowing her head contently, her eyes crinkling and proud. "But even a good girl needs a good spanking sometimes -- keep them good!"]](click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>100)[(display:"SPANKING MIA")](else:)[Mia looks taken aback. "You? Spank //me//?" Then she throws back her head and laughs.]]](click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>10)[She raises an eyebrow at your request, but doesn't scoff. Her face is completely serious. "You need discipline?" You look at the floor. She nods matter-of-factly. "Always knowing when you need spanking. Is good. Now, I give you what you need." She has you stretch yourself over the counter and takes a thick leather belt from a drawer full of buttons and spools of thread. "On the bare. Take pants down."(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKED BY MIA")]](else:)[Mia smiles kindly at you, but shakes her head. "My spankings are not for 'trying out,'" she says.]]](click:?give)[(unless:$inventory contains "dirty clothes")[(replace:?approach)[You don't have any clothes to dry clean right now.]]] [[[Leave->DRY CLEANERS]]]<exit|]{ }(else:)[(unless: $relationships contains "Mia Ling")[The woman gives you a toothy grin as you approach. "You are new face!" she says. Her voice is energetic and commands your attention, even though her English is broken. "Yes, I'm new in town. My name is (print: $name), it's nice to meet you," you say. "(print: $name)!" she crows. "Good name. Very good. And you...you are good (print:$gender)?" You're a bit taken aback by the question. The twinkle in the woman's eye seems to suggest a joke, but you aren't in on it.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Mia Ling")) [{ }["Uh...yes, I'm a good (print:$gender)."]<good| ["Well, I try to be...most of the time."]<bad|]<answer|(click:?good)[(replace:?answer)[She smiles, amused by your confusion. "Good, good. And I, I am Mia Ling. This my store. It is nice to meet you!" She's bobbing her head enthusiastically. You can't help but like the woman...But does she like you? You can't tell. "Thanks! Well, I don't have any clothes to dry clean, but I'll see you around." Mia continues to bob her head as you smile and turn away.]](click:?bad)[(replace:?answer)[She laughs, eyes agleam. "Honest!" she says, pointing a shaky finger at you. "Honest is always very good. I am Mia Ling. This my store. It is nice to meet you!" You can tell by the way she looks at you that she's taking a liking. //Always good to have more friends,// you think.(set:$charisma=$charisma+1) (color:yellow)[+1 CHARISMA!] "Thanks! Well, I don't have any clothes to dry clean, but I'll see you around." Mia continues to bob her head as you smile and turn away.]] [[Leave->DRY CLEANERS]]](else:)[Mia folds her hands on her stomach as you approach. "I help you with something?" [{ }[Give clothes]<give| (if:$changingroom is 1)[(unless:$relationships contains "Elaine Ling")[{ }[Ask about changing room]<ask|]](if:$relationships contains "Mia Ling - FRIEND")[(unless:$opened contains "Ling House")[{ }(unless:$ela_loc is "dry cleaners")[{ }[Ask about her granddaughter]<elaine|]]]]<approach|(click:?give)[(unless:$inventory contains "dirty clothes")[(replace:?approach)[You don't have any clothes to dry clean right now. [[Leave->DRY CLEANERS]]]]](click:?ask)[(replace:?approach)["Uh, yeah, actually," you begin. You drop your voice to a whisper and lean in, pointing behind you to the changing stall. "I'm not sure if you know, but, uh, someone's just been hanging out in there for a long time. Just...you know, thought I give you a heads up." "Oh, yes!" Mia responds. "It is my granddaughter." "Y-your granddaughter is in there?" Mia nods solemnly. "She not finish homework last night. I say, 'How you go to school with no homework?' And I give spanking. She in there all day, only studying." "Did you say...spanking?" Mia nods again. "Oh, yes. Hard spanking." She gestures with a slapping motion, making a //psh!// sound with her mouth. "It is how bad girls learn, mm? Very hard spanking, very red butt. Very sorry." She tilts her head. "You want to see?" [{ }["...Actually, yes, I do."]<yes| ["No, I'll take your word for it."]<no|]<watching|(click:?yes)[(set:$elaine_reaction=1)(replace:?watching)[(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Mia Ling - FRIEND"))(display:"REACT TO ELAINE")]](click:?no)[(replace:?watching)[Mia shrugs nonchalantly, as if to say, //Suit yourself//. Listening closely, you think you hear whimpering from the changing room... [[Leave->DRY CLEANERS]]]]]](click:?elaine)[(replace:?approach)["Hey, so how is Elaine doing today?" you ask. "I know that before she was..." Unsure of how to word the state you saw Elaine in on your first day in town, you glance back in the direction of the changing room. Mia beams. She seems particularly happy for a chance to talk about her granddaughter. "She good! Very good today. When you saw her, bad, but today, she study and work hard." Her head bobs contentedly, eyes closed. "She learn lesson." "Glad to hear it," you reply. Then Mia looks at you earnestly: "You want to visit her? She at my home, studying. My home is...um..." She snaps her fingers, looking for the word, then finds it. "...//ranch// house. Fourth on block. She would be very happy. Me too -- you are good (print:$gender), make a good friend for my granddaughter." Her eyes widen expectantly. "You would be happy?" "Err...of course!" Satisfied, Mia bows to you slightly. "Thank you, (print:$name). You are welcome to visit my home anytime!" (set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Ling House")) //How about that!// you think. //Looks like I've made a friend. Although, I'm not so sure how "happy" Elaine will be to see me...// [[Leave->DRY CLEANERS]]]]]]

(if:$relationships contains "Harvey Wheeler - FRIEND")[Harvey nods familiarly to you as you approach. He leans his large frame on the counter, resting on his elbows. "What can I do for you, (print:$name)?" [[Buy something]<buy| [Talk to him]<talk|(if:$dominance is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Spank him]<spank|](if:$submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority > 60)[ [Make him follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:40 SUB:20 AUT:30 TOL:18 NEED PADDLE**](click:?buy)[(replace:?interact)[(unless:$money>0)[You don't have any money, unfortunately.](else:)[(display:"HARDWARE STORE - PURCHASE")]]]{ }(click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[(unless:$skills contains "carpentry")["Wanna get a carpentry lesson in?" Harvey asks gruffly. "I can turn over the shop for a little while." [[Yes->HARDWARE STORE - LEARN]] [[No->HARDWARE STORE]]](else:)["I've taught you everything I can about carpentry for now," Harvey says proudly.]]]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>30)[(display:"SPANKING HARVEY")](else:)[]]]{ }(click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>18)[(display:"SPANKED BY HARVEY")](else:)[]]] [[Leave->HARDWARE STORE]]]{ }(else:)[(unless:$opened contains "High School")[The beefy man's nametag reads "HARVEY WHEELER," and the hair on his bare forearms is thick and grey. He leans on his elbows on the counter. "Need anything today, boss?" [Buy something]<buy|(click-replace:?buy)[(unless:$money>0)[You don't have any money, unfortunately.](else:)[(display:"HARDWARE STORE - PURCHASE")]] (set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Harvey Wheeler")) [[Leave->HARDWARE STORE]]](else:)[As you approach Harvey, he turns slowly to face you with his bristly white eyebrows are arched. Before you can even say anything, he points a meaty finger at you and says, "I know you! You're the one who painted the high school wall, yeah?" "I- oh yeah, that's me," you say sheepishly.(set:$learning=2) "Yeah, Max told me about you. He's the principal there -- I guess young people like you might call him Principal Hawthorne still, but Max and I, we go waaaaay back," he says nostalgically. "We went to school together, Puttsdale High -- imagine that? Back in those day, we had Principal Shiffer, and boy could she swing a paddle..." He's thinking back, face placid, when suddenly he seems to remember something. "You know, back in those days, people had skills. We kids used our hands -- we worked hard!" He smiles warmly. "That's why I remembered you coming in to buy that paint. I don't get many young customers like you. You saw a job and decided to do it -- I'm impressed! What's your name?" "Oh, thank you! I'm (print:$name)." "Nice t'meet ya. I'm Harvey, and I run this place. Say, do you work with your hands a lot?" [["I do a bit here and there, but I've got a lot to learn."]<high| ["Not really -- I hardly know my way around a hammer."]<low|]<response|{ }(click:?high)[(replace:?response)[(set:$carpentry=2)"Well, look," Harvey says in his kind, gruff voice. "I'm the only guy in town with know-how any more, but I'm looking to retire. Since me and the other geezers in Puttsdale are the only folks who know the first thing about carpentry, Ive been looking for someone who can handle the woodwork for this town so I don't get so many calls. Would you like to be my -- uh, whatcha call it... -- apprentice?" //A chance to learn a new skill for free? How can I say no to that?// "Sure! That'd be great!" Harvey grins and sticks out his hand for you to shake, which you do. "I'll tell ya right now -- it beats delivering pizzas!" He laughs heartily, then suddenly stops and looks at you seriously. "But I gotta tell ya -- I'm old school. Understand? You gotta listen to me good, otherwise...well, I think you know what I mean. I ain't got a lot of patience for daydreamin', and I know how to snap kids back to reality." (set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Harvey Wheeler - FRIEND")) You nod, trying to hide your nervous swallow. //I definitely do...// "But it's free lessons, yeah? How can ya go wrong with that? Come by the shop anytime tomorrow, we'll get the first lesson in. Sound good?" It does. Harvey gives you another vigorous handshake before saluting and walking off. "See you around, kid!"]]{ }(click:?low)[(replace:?response)[(set:$carpentry=0)"Well, look," Harvey says in his kind, gruff voice. "I'm the only guy in town with know-how any more, but I'm looking to retire. Since me and the other geezers in Puttsdale are the only folks who know the first thing about carpentry, Ive been looking for someone who can handle the woodwork for this town so I don't get so many calls. Would you like to be my -- uh, whatcha call it... -- apprentice?" //A chance to learn a new skill for free? How can I say no to that?// "Sure! That'd be great!" Harvey grins and sticks out his hand for you to shake, which you do. "I'll tell ya right now -- it beats delivering pizzas!" He laughs heartily, then suddenly stops and looks at you seriously. "But I gotta tell ya -- I'm old school. Understand? You gotta listen to me good, otherwise...well, I think you know what I mean. I ain't got a lot of patience for daydreamin', and I know how to snap kids back to reality." (set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Harvey Wheeler")) You nod, trying to hide your nervous swallow. //I definitely do...// "But it's free lessons, yeah? How can ya go wrong with that? Come by the shop anytime, we'll get the first lesson in. Sound good?" It does. Harvey gives you another vigorous handshake before saluting and walking off. "See you around, kid!"]] [[Leave->UPTOWN]]]]

(if:$relationships contains "Henry Dievs - FRIEND")[Henry gives you his usual smile as you approach. He brushes his hair to the side, a nervous tic of his. "What can I help you with, (print:$name)?" [[Buy something]<buy| [Talk to him]<talk|(if:$dominance>9)[ [Spank him]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>5)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make him follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)["It's a slow day," Henry says good-naturedly. "It's always nice having someone to talk to!" Henry and you chat for a while, and you learn that he's engaged to Lily Neilson, a local police officer who moved back to Puttsdale after college. //She's the blonde officer I've seen around town,// you think to yourself. They make a cute couple -- and it seems Henry's parents often help out the young lovebirds, both through example and in the form of some loving discipline. It sounds like it isn't uncommon for Henry's fiance to wind up over her to-be father-in-law's lap! "Thanks for keeping me company," Henry says as he moves to ring up someone's groceries. "Stop by anytime, okay?"]]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[Henry has been nothing but kind to you! No need to spank him right now -- although you //could//...]]{ }(click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[You don't think you've ever seen anyone's eyes get as wide as Henry's when you ask him for a spanking. "Erm, I-" he says, blushing and stammering adorably, "I- I'm not sure why you deserve one."]]{ }(click:?buy)[(replace:?interact)[(unless:$money>0)[You don't have any money, unfortunately.](else:)[//I don't need anything from the grocery story right now.//]]]{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:9 SUB:5 AUT:29 TOL:41 NEED PADDLE**]](else:)[(unless:$bottom is "bright red")[Henry gives a crooked (but friendly) smile as you approach. "Can I help you find anything?" [Buy something]<buy|(click-replace:?buy)[(unless:$money>0)[You don't have any money, unfortunately.](else:)[//I don't need anything from the grocery story right now.//]](set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Henry Dievs"))](else:)[Henry flashes you a sympathetic smile. "Pretty sore, huh?" "What?" you say dumbly before you realize he's talking about your bottom. "How'd you--"(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Henry Dievs - FRIEND")) "Don't be embarassed," he says, raising his hand. "I know because I've been there. I can tell by the way you're walking -- I've seen it a lot." "And why do you know so much?"(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Dievs House")) Henry smile this time is shy, but knowing. He's a timid, slender man, but you feel as though you can trust everything he says. "You must be new in town," he says, "if you don't know my parents. Welcome to Puttsdale! What's your name?" You tell him. "(print:$name). But why should I know your parents?" "My last name is Dievs, and most people associate that with two things," he says. "This grocery store, and old-fashioned discipline." Your expression is still blank, so he continues patiently. "My mom and dad have lived in Puttsdale their whole lives, and my dad used to run this store. They have a reputation in town -- they're sort of like small town heroes, you know? Important members of the community. Out-of-towners probably think this whole town is old-fashioned, but my Mom and Pop, they're the real deal. They've practically been spanking since the town charter. Everyone wanted them to teach their...technique." He simpers. "Trust me -- it's a good technique. So a few years back, they opened a business out of their home on Valley Road -- they give old-fashioned spankings for a small price. It's a labor of love, really." "So people pay them to get...//spanked// by them?" "Sometimes. Other people pay them to discipline their daughter or son, or even their husband or wife." He reddens. "My fiance, Lily -- well, she's not from around here, originally. So she winds up over their knee a fair amount -- she's sort of their best testimonial, now." You blink, trying to take all of this in. "So -- where did you say this was?" "On Valley Road," he says. Then he grins. "You have a customer in mind for them?" Then his expression becomes serious again. "If you're thinking of //yourself//, I'd wait a while, maybe get some balm first. You don't want one of their spankings on an already-sore behind." You thank Henry for his advice and step away from the counter, feeling like you've learns a lot. Henry nods and sees you off with a wave. "Take care now!" he says. You smile, knowing you've made a new friend.]] [[Leave->GROCERY STORE]]

(if:$relationships contains "Libby Martine - FRIEND")[Your friend, Libby the librarian, is behind the counter as usual, reading a novel and twisting her hair anoung her slender ring finger. She looks up as you approach and smiles. [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>11)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>2)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact| (click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[Libby is a strikingly intelligent young woman with a habit of touching her neckline when she feels strongly about a subject. You engage her in a discussion of literature that leaves your head spinning and Libby's face happily flushed. [(else-if:$booktaken is 1)[["I'd like to check out this book, please." ]<check|](else-if:$bookfinished is 1)[[Return book ]<return|]]<approach|{ }(click:?check)[(replace:?approach)[You hand (print:$literature) to Libby, and she scans it. She types something into her computer, and a receipt machine spits out a paper, which she places in the cover. "Bring it back in a week, please," she says.(set:$booktaken=0)]]{ }(click:?return)[(replace:?approach)[You hand (print:$literature) to Libby, and she places it in the returns bin. "All set," she says, smiling. You can now take out a different book.(set:$booktaken=0)(set:$bookfinished=0)(set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"library book"))]](if:$booktaken+$bookfinished is 0)[(unless:$relationships contains "Libby Martine")[ ]You don't have any books to check out or in at this time.]]]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(unless:$given contains "Libby Martin")["One thing I noticed down there in the archives," you say, trying to be nonchalant, "is that the records have been pretty neglected."(if:$authority>25)[ "...Oh?" Libby says softly, suddenly seeming smaller. "Yeah," you say. "Seems you haven't been taking proper care of them. I think there should be a consequence for that -- don't you?" Libby glances left and right. She clears her throat meekly and strums her fingers on the desk. "Can I assume you mean a...//corporal// punishment?" You nod. (display:"SPANKING LIBBY")](else:)[ Libby raises her eyebrows so that her glasses scoot down her nose, but she says nothing. Her expression doesn't welcome further criticism, and, rapping your knuckles on her desk, you consider the subject dropped.]](else:)[You've already given Libby a spanking. She smiles at you, the slightest tic of a smile -- but you know that it means, "Thank you."]]] (click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"SPANKED BY LIBBY")](else:)[Libby flares her nostrils and makes an unimpressed noise. "Anytime you need a spanking from me, all you need is to forget to check out one of those books you're always taking," she says. "I see your red bottom plenty as it is. Your ears burn, but you have to agree with her logic.]]]{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:11 SUB:2 AUT:15 TOL:12 NEED PADDLE**]](else:)[The librarian has a nametag that reads "LIBBY MARTINE." She looks at you as you approach the desk. "Can I help you with something?" [(unless:$relationships contains "Libby Martine")[["I just wanted to introduce myself, since I'm new in town." ]<introduce|]{ }(else-if:$booktaken is 1)[["I'd like to check out this book, please." ]<check|]{ }(else-if:$bookfinished is 1)[[Return book ]<return|]]<approach|{ }(click:?introduce)[(replace:?approach)["Oh," she says. "Well, I'm Libby. Pleasure to meet you." "The pleasure's mine!" you say. "So, Libby, have you read any good books lately?" She smiles at you. "As a matter of fact, I have." Libby proceeds to regale you with a list of the books she's read, growing more and more excited with each title she remembers. "Oh, and I almost forgot about...//Oh!// And there was this other one...//Oh!//" It's very endearing, very cute. You listen patiently, and you can tell that your willingness to listen has put you in Libby's favor.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Libby Martine")) Finally, Libby clears her throat and says. "Thanks for listening -- as you can tell, I love to talk about books, so...anytime you want to talk, let me know." You assure her that you will.]]{ }(click:?check)[(replace:?approach)[(if:$literature is "//Proclamation//")[(unless:$relationships contains "Wren Glacey - KNOWN")[As you hand Libby the book, she gives you a strange look. "What?" you ask. "Nothing, it's just --" she begins. "-- just that I've only ever seen one other person check out books from this series before." "Oh?" you ask, intrigued. "Who?" "This girl named Wren Glacey," Libby replies. "She's an out-of-towner, and pretty cool. She just moved in to the apartment above Iggy's a little while ago." A realization dawns on you. "Wait, she lives in the apartment the ice cream parlor? I've been looking for her!" "Really?" "Yeah! Have you seen her?" Libby shakes her head. "No, on Saturdays she goes to the arcade. You can probably find her there, though. She's got long brown hair, and she's really pale."(set:$wren_arcade=1)(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Wren Glacey - KNOWN"))(set:$booktaken=0) You thank Libby and take your book. //Gotta go to the arcade, then...// "Bring it back in a week!" she says.](else:)[You hand (print:$literature) to Libby, and she scans it. She types something into her computer, and a receipt machine spits out a paper, which she places in the cover.]](else:)[You hand (print:$literature) to Libby, and she scans it. She types something into her computer, and a receipt machine spits out a paper, which she places in the cover.] "Bring it back in a week, please," she says.(set:$booktaken=0)]]{ }(click:?return)[(replace:?approach)[You hand (print:$literature) to Libby, and she places it in the returns bin. "All set," she says, smiling. You can now take out a different book.(set:$booktaken=0)(set:$bookfinished=0)(set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"library book"))]](if:$booktaken+$bookfinished is 0)[(unless:$relationships contains "Libby Martine")[ ]You don't have any books to check out or in at this time.]] [[Leave->LIBRARY]]

(unless: $inventory contains "library book")[You go to a random shelf near the front of the library, which happens to be a self-help section. //I could use some self-help,// you muse, flipping through the titles. Two books in particular stand out to you: [{ }[//Trust Me: How to Inspire Confidence & Be Believed//]<trust| [//Be Your Own Boss: Tips & Tricks to Increase Authority//]<authority| Would you like to take out one of these books from the library?]<book|(click:?trust)[(replace:?book)[(set:$booktaken=1)You take the book off the shelf. You can check it out at the front desk.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"library book")) (set:$literature="//Trust Me//")] [[Leave->LIBRARY]]](click:?authority)[(replace:?book)[(set:$booktaken=1)You take the book off the shelf. You can check it out at the front desk.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"library book")) (set:$literature="//Be Your Own Boss//")] [[Leave->LIBRARY]]](if:$opened contains "Science Fiction Section")[(unless:$relationships contains "Wren Glacey - KNOWN")[ Maggie told you that the girl in the apartment above the ice cream parlor is interested "paranormal stuff," so she might be in the sci-fi aisle towards the back of the fiction section.] [[Go to sci-fi aisle->LIBRARY - SEARCH SCI-FI]]]](else:)[You've already got a library book out -- to check out another at this time would just be selfish. [[Leave->LIBRARY]]]

(unless:$inventory contains "library book")[You take a seat on the lone park bench, soaking in the view of the lake. This shady space is cool, and the brisk air invigorates you. You watch the curled leaves floating across the mirrored surface of the water, smell the muddy earth and recent rain. You find yourself thinking about your life, reflecting meditatively. //This would be a perfect reading spot,// you realize.(set:$sat_on_park_bench=1) Unfortunately, you can't stay forever. After a few minutes, you stand and make your way past the outer circle of trees, still pondering.](else:)[(unless:$bookfinished is 1)[You take a seat on the lone park bench and pull (print:$literature) from your backpack. You open the book at page one, take a deep breath of the cool lakeside air, and begin.(if:$literature is "//Be Your Own Boss//")[ The book, it turns out, contains some great insights about taking control of a variety of situations. (unless:$authority>10)[//I'm learning a lot here,// you think to yourself. By the time you flip the final page, you feel more authoritative in your own right.(set:$bookfinished=1)(set:$authority=$authority+2) (color:yellow)[+2 AUTHORITY!]](else:)[Still, you can't help but feel that there's nothing in this book that you don't already know. //I guess I've outgrown this one. Well, still, it was helpful while it worked!//]](if:$literature is "//Trust Me//")[ As you fly from chapter to chapter, (unless:$trustworthiness>10)[your understanding of how to be a trustworthy person is growing. //I'd never thought of it this way...// you find yourself reflecting more than once. By the time you close the book, you feel your own trustworthiness has grown.(set:$bookfinished=1)(set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness+2) (color:yellow)[+2 TRUSTWORTHINESS!]](else:)[you find many examples you can directly relate to. Still, you can't help but feel that there's nothing in this book that you don't already know. //I guess I've outgrown this one. Well, still, it was helpful while it worked!//]](if:$literature is "//Proclamation//")[ Even though you haven't read the earlier books in the series, you easily pick up on the story. The main character -- an intergalactic weapons smuggler with a heart of gold -- braves danger and narrowly avoids discipline at the hands of a fascist regime known as the Special Planetary Alliance of the Northern KertroNema Galaxy (S.P.A.N.K.N.G). It's a page turner, to be sure. You can see why Wren might like these books...in fact, the main characters name //is// Wren...//Hmm,// you wonder to yourself.(set:$bookfinished=1)(set:$fanfic_read=1)](if:$literature is "//Enemy Request//")[ From the moment you pick this book up, you can't put it down! It's set in a dystopian future society where all people interact through a social media network called "The Grid." Moreover, the humor in the book is so //funny// that you find it rubbing off on you. You feel like a more confident and interesting person just for having read it. (set:$bookfinished=1)(set:$charisma=$charisma+1) (color:yellow)[+1 CHARISMA!]]](else:)[You already finished your book, so you just take in your surroundings for a little while. The rest refreshes you.]] [[Leave->YEW PARK]]

(unless:$jul_loc is "home")["Like this?" Julia says, placing her palms on the table and jutting out her behind. You nod, and she adjusts her glasses. "Okay, I'm ready," she says. You take a moment to soak in the image: this beautiful, sharply dressed young woman bending over a coffee-house table, awaiting a spanking. You see the outline of her firm, round bottom beneath the pencil skirt. She turns to look at you, her eyebrows arched. [Bare bottom]<bare|(click:?bare)[(replace:?bare)[You take Julia's skirt by the hem and pull upwards, exposing her soft white butt, clad only in a pair of lacey blue underpants wedged firmly between her ample cheeks. "Oh!" she cries, looking back. But she doesn't complain. She only clears her throat as if to say, //Well, that was unexpected,// and faces forward.(set:$bare=1)]] [[Start spanking]<spank| [Use an implement]<implement|]<spanking|{ }(click-replace:?implement)[(display:"IMPLEMENT CHOICE")]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?spanking)[(unless:$given contains "Julia Acrostic")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Julia Acrostic"))]//WHACK!// The first spank turns everyone's head. Crisp and clean, it's like a lunch-bell -- everyone in the coffeeshop stops what their doing, and people on the street are halted in their tracks. Julia's face flushes red, and her mouth forms a small "o" as the sting in her backside registers. "Ooh," she says. "That -- that //smarts//..." "It's a spanking, isn't it?" you ask. "It's supposed to smart. Should we keep going?" "Yes, yes," Julia says quickly. "Just let me take out my notepad!" For the next 20 or so smacks, Julia takes the spanking with hardly any noise -- clenching between swats, with occasionally an "Eep!" escaping -- as her pencil rapidly fills the pages. The sound of her scribbling is punctuated by resonant //SLAP!// -- every spank makes her bottom //snap// like a rubber band! (if:$bare is 1)[Her behind bouncing enough that the glistening pink space between her thighs and the dark eye between her cheeks is visible in flashes, and the rosey hue makes it an even more irresistable sight.] People are gathering to watch, now, some recording on their phones. You take a quick break, and you hear Julia's pencil stop. "A-are we done?" she says, a glimmer of hope in her voice.(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+1){ (if:$implement is "hairbrush")[(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+1)] (if:$implement is "paddle")[(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+2)] (if:$implement is "cane")[(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+3)] (if:$implement is "switch")[(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+4)]} [[Continue]<continue| [[End spanking->JULIA AFTERMATH]]]<decision1|{ }(click:?continue)[(replace:?decision1)[You resume spanking Julia with even greater fervor, and before long, she's kicking up her legs and crying out with every slap. //WHAP!// "Gah!" //WHOP!// "Eeeeeah!" She drops her pencil and grabs onto the table, gripping for dear life as you beat her bottom from pink to dark red. She presses her face against the coffee table, and for a moment she looks back at you -- cheeks flushed, tight hairstyle becoming disheveled -- eyes wide. She can hardly keep still now, so great is the fire in her rear. "I-I think that's enough," she says, her voice quavering. "And, um...we're attracting a crowd."(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+1){ (if:$implement is "hairbrush")[(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+1)] (if:$implement is "paddle")[(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+2)] (if:$implement is "cane")[(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+3)] (if:$implement is "switch")[(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+4)]} [Continue]<continue1| [[End spanking->JULIA AFTERMATH]]]{ }(click-replace:?continue1)["Not quite yet," you say sternly. "Wh-oh! Wait, (print: $name), please --"(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+1){ (if:$implement is "hairbrush")[(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+1)] (if:$implement is "paddle")[(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+2)] (if:$implement is "cane")[(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+3)] (if:$implement is "switch")[(set:$juliaSORE=$juliaSORE+4)]} As you begin spanking her again, Julia grits her teeth, eyes wild with pain. Her backside is hot to the touch, but you have no mercy -- you deliver hard smack after hard smack, until tears are brimming in Julia's eyes, fogging her glasses. She squeals and howls as you pound against her lovely, once-white bottom until, submitting to the pain, she begins to sob. Finally satisfied, you decide: //My work here is done//. ]]]]](else:)[]

How old are you, (print: $name)? [[18]<18| [19]<19| [20]<20| [21]<21| [22]<22| [23]<23|]<age|(click:?18)[(set:$age=18)(replace:?age)[Okay, so you're 18. Thanks!] [[[Continue->PERSONALITY]]]](click:?19)[(set:$age=19)(replace:?age)[Okay, so you're 19. Thanks!] [[[Continue->PERSONALITY]]]](click:?20)[(set:$age=20)(replace:?age)[Okay, so you're 20. Thanks!] [[[Continue->PERSONALITY]]]](click:?21)[(set:$age=21)(replace:?age)[Okay, so you're 21. Thanks!] [[[Continue->PERSONALITY]]]](click:?22)[(set:$age=22)(replace:?age)[Okay, so you're 22. Thanks!] [[[Continue->PERSONALITY]]]](click:?23)[(set:$age=23)(replace:?age)[Okay, so you're 23. Thanks!] [[[Continue->PERSONALITY]]]]

"There you are!" a voice exclaims, breaking the silence of the library. Heads turn, and hushed whispers are exchanged as Libby Martine, the librarian, approaches you with the heavy wooden paddle in hand. "Did you think you could just walk out with one of our books and we wouldn't notice?" You look down at the copy of (print:$literature) in your hand and realize, heart sinking, that you never checked it out. "O-oh, I'm sorry Libby, I forgot to --" "And you think that's an excuse?" Libby challenges. She strides up to you and takes you by the arm, guiding you to her kiosk. "Wait -- hang on, what are you --" Libby forces you over the counter and, in front of everyone, pulls down your jeans and underwear in one swoop to expose your tender bottom to the entire library. "This is what happens to book thieves in this town," she declares as you look back at her over your shoulder, helpless as she raises the paddle. For a split second, a sadistic grin flashes across her face. //Oh shit,// you think.(if:$status>0)[ Libby inspects your already-sore bottom with some curiousity. "Your butt's still red from your last lesson," she says. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you might //enjoy// getting spanked." You look down, avoiding her gaze.(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1) (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!]] //WHACK!// The crack of the paddle on your left butt cheek resonates through the library, rippling your bottom like a sail in the wind! You cry out in pain, and the red mark rising on your behind brings a burning to your eyes: "Gnngah!" Before you can even register the pain, the second smack lands: //WHACK!// Your vision is blurry as the tears well. Your mind goes blank as the smacks continue to fall on your bare heinie! //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!//(unless:$received contains "Libby Martine")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Libby Martine"))] [{ }[Cry and scream]<cry| [Stay silent]<silent|]<reaction|(click:?cry)[(replace:?reaction)[As yet another blistering spank lands just above your sit spot, sending a //crack// like a peal of thunder through the air, you begin to sob, squealing and crying. Libby hauls back the brush again. "Quiet in the library!" she demands. Then she brings the paddle down: //WHACK!//]](click:?silent)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$tolerance=$tolerance+1)You grit your teeth, even as the fire in your tushy rises and you feel as though flames were licking at your thighs. Your pink ass, bared for all to see, dances under Libby's pounding smacks, but you don't make a sound. Libby grins. "So you think you're tough, huh?" She resumes at double pace. (color:yellow)[+1 TOLERANCE!]]] Before long, your backside is dark red and hot to the touch. When Libby finally releases you, you try to pull up your pants and wince as the fabric touches your blazing rear. Libby folds her arms and admires her work as you walk, head down, to the returns bin and place your book inside. As you shuffle out, you can feel all eyes on you. //My heart is still racing,// you think. You reach back and gingerly touch your butt. //Oh my god... it stings so bad!//(set:$status=$status+7)(set:$booktaken=0)(set:$bookstolen=0)(set:$bookfinished=0)(set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"library book")) Libby returns to her seat at the kiosk. She's trying not to look pleased with herself, but she isn't hiding it very well. Her lip is curling up ever so slightly -- a smug, self-satisfied smile.(set:$spanked_by_librarian = 1) (unless:$apartment is 0)[[[Go home to rest->EMPTY APARTMENT]]](else:)[More than anything, you wish you had a place to go home and ice your bottom off, but there's no such place for you right now. //Yet another reason to find an apartment,// you think bitterly, blinking back the tears.]

(if:$relationships contains "Alexandra Hampton")[Alexandra smiles at you as you approach the counter. Even in her goofy polo shirt, she's strikingly attractive. "Hey," she says sweetly, "how's it going?" You don't really want fast food, but you //do// want to talk to her. [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact| (click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)["Err..." Alex says, her eyes darting to the back of house. "I...kinda can't talk right now." She leans over the counter and whispers to you, rolling her eyes. "I'm on my..." -- Scare quotes -- "//last warning.//" She shrugs. "But come over to my house sometime, we'll chat!"]] (click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>7)[(display:"SPANKING ALEX")](else:)[]]] (click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>7)[(display:"SPANKED BY ALEX")](else:)[]]]]{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:6 SUB:8 AUT:7 TOL:7 NEED PADDLE**](else:)[Even in the goofy yellow and red polo shirt, the girl is strikingly attractive. Her breasts are perfect, her skin is smooth, her hair is glossy and black; she has a tiny diamond stud in her nose that glints under the fluorescents. "Welcome to Pinkies. Can I take your order?" Alex asks placidly. You feel a sudden desire to show off. [["Well, that depends: can I get your number?"]<char_try| ["Oh, no, I don't eat fast food."]<opt_out|]<reply|{ }(click:?char_try)[(replace:?reply)[(unless:$charisma>2)["Um," Alex says, looking down. "N-not right now." She looks away quickly, signalling for the next customer to step forward. //Ouch. Maybe I need better delivery. I'll have to build up some more charisma if I want to pull that off -- I'm too introverted these days,// you think. You leave with your head down.](else:)[Alex's mouth tugs at the corner, a wry and reluctant grin. "You're lucky you've got good delivery," she says, "because that was really, really corny." "Is that a yes?"(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Alexandra Hampton")) "What do you want my number for so bad?" she challenges, arching one eyebrow at you. "I don't even know your name!" You balk for a moment, then recover: "It's (print:$name). I'm new in town, is all. I'm just looking to make some friends." She eyes you suspiciously, but she's there's still some playful teasing in her tone -- //Which is a good sign that she likes me,// you think. "Well, if that's all you're looking for, fine." she replies. She looks down, suddenly embarassed: "I don't actually have a phone right now, though. It's...a long story. But you can stop by my house sometime -- tomorrow, since I closing tonight." She rolls her eyes. "God, I hate closing. Anyway, though. I live in the Deacon cul-de-sac in the only blue house. Know where that is?" "I'll find it," you say confidently. "Now I've gotta get out of here, or I actually //will// order something. See you around, Alex." "See you, (print:$name)," she says with a smile. You leave just as the next patron comes forward, and you hear Alex's chipper: "Welcome to Pinkies! Can I take your order?" just as you walk out the door.]]]{ }(click:?opt_out)[(replace:?reply)["Oh," Alex says, blinking. "Then...why are you in line?" You open your mouth, but don't have a reply. Embarassed, you duck your head and turn quickly to leave.]]] [[Leave->BELMONT AVE]]

(if:$elaine_reaction is 1)[Mia leads you to the changing stall and, using a small key from her pocket, she opens the stall door.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Elaine Ling")) Inside, a young Asian girl is seated on a three-legged stool, facing away from you. Her bottom is completely bare, and each round thigh has been spanked so rosey that it appears to glow in the soft darkness of the stall. Her smooth thighs are vanilla-caramel in tone, but her butt cheeks shine like two red apples -- the stool is small, so even her rather petite behind hangs over the edge, parting her bottom so as to be even more revealing. Your eyes go wide. The girl is hard at work at her makeshift desk -- the flat-top surface extending around the edge of the stall -- on what appears to be calculus homework. As the door opens, she turns around with a horrified expression on her face. "Grandma! Don't let them in here!" "You see?" Mia says, gesturing proudly at the girl's solidly reddened behind. "Hard discipline for naughty girl. Now, she work all day here." "But Grandma, I told you," the girl says pleadingly. "This assignment isn't due for another week!" "So you sit around lazy, wait for it to be too late?" Mia Ling snaps. "I raise you better, Elaine." Elaine is a high school senior, and her face -- though flushed with embarassment at the moment -- is quite pretty. Her cheeks are still shimmery from tears. She wears glasses and has straight, jet-black hair held back by a navy blue headband with a bow. She looks at you sullenly, then turns back to her work. Mia Ling closes the door gently, and a moment later you hear the soft click of a lock from inside. "You see?" Mia repeats to you. "My granddaughter, Elaine, she is very good girl. But sometimes, even good girl needs discipline. Yes?"(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Mia Ling")) You don't see how you could disagree. Satisfied, Mia returns to her perch behind the counter, and you hear sniffling resume behind the door, followed by the scratch of pencil on paper. //Now THAT is strict,// you marvel to yourself. You can't get the image of the poor girl's bare red bottom out of your head. You don't exactly want to, either. All you can think is... [[I wish I'd been the one spanking her.]<dom| [I wish I was in her place...]<sub|]<reaction|{ (click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)[//I wish I'd been the one spanking her,// you think. Just imagining that round bottom bouncing under the palm of your hand drives you wild. At least you get to see the aftermath...and maybe someday, you'll be the one dishing it out! (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!] (set:$dominance = $dominance+1)[[Leave->DRY CLEANERS]]]](click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)[//I wish I was in her place...// you think. Wait, what?! You //want// a crazy Asian grandma to spank your precious buns? You shake your head. //This town must be driving me nuts...// But still, you can't help but gently touch your own bottom as you admire the view... (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!] (set:$submissiveness = $submissiveness+1)[[Leave->DRY CLEANERS]]]]}](if: $elaine_reaction is 2)[From beyond a line of shady trees on the outskirts of the pond, you see a figure stagger into the open, whimpering softly. It’s a girl in a white blouse with a sweater vest and butterscotch complexion, walking pants-less across a desire path between bushes, her arms extended, groping blindly, the waistband of her underwear pulled down over her nose, the light-pink fabric obstructing her vision with a stretched-out cartoon of a unicorn. She manages to take a few steps before kicking an above-ground tree root and falling to her knees, rose pink bottom in the air. You would know those reddened cheeks anywhere: it’s Elaine Ling, recently spanked, given an atomic wedgie to boot. "Ow ow OW ow owieeee OW OW owwwwwwwwww…" With each step, she squeals pitifully, humiliation flush in her cheeks, with almost as much sting as the blush in her behind. Her kiddie-style undies are doing her no favors: at full stretch, the tight waistband is forcing Elaine to arch her back, and the leg holes are far up enough in her rear end that her buns are completely uncovered, like two caramel apples with color of the fruit shining through. The deep-V formed by the undies stretching back from her head angrily flosses her sore bottom with every step. From over poor Elaine’s shoulder, you notice a flash of brown hair and the white soles of sneakers, then hear the unmistakeable laughter of mean Senior girls: Leah Salt and her friends. You could have guessed as much. Elaine’s spanking was almost definitely bare-bottom, judging by the fierce shade of red standing off her hindquarters, tracing down to her mid-thighs — only one bully in Puttsdale can give a spanking to rival those from Elaine’s grandma. //RIIIIIP!// Just as Leah and her cohorts disappear through the trees, Elaine’s ridiculous underwear tears at her forehead, and the waistband drops down into her mouth. Now that her eyes are free, you can see the tears... Ah, the joys of youth. High school, and of course high school bullies. Watching poor Elaine stumble about with her shiney red bottom on display makes you think to yourself:(set:$reactee="Elaine Ling") [[I'd love to spank someone like that.]<dom| [I really need a good spanking.]<sub|]<reaction|(click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$dominance = $dominance+1)//I'd love to spank someone like that.// (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!]]](click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$submissiveness = $submissiveness+1)//I really need a good spanking.// (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!]]] //Leah must have been pissed about the spanking I gave her today...// you think, grimacing. You wince sympathetically. //It looks like she found someone to take her anger out on...//(if:$dominance>15)[ Note to self: the next time you spank Leah, do it with a hairbrush. Time for her to //really// learn a lesson...] Elaine is sniffling and sighing -- it must be a relief that her size-extra -mall panties tore, as humiliating as it must be -- her red bottom still aloft. You might not want to talk to her right now...(set:$ela_loc="park")(set:$elaine_reaction=3)(if:$inventory contains "camera")[ (if:$afterglow is 2)[For just a split second, you remember that you have your polaroid camera on you and consider taking a picture of the sunset-style view you have of Elaine's red and wedgied bottom. Then, you reconsider. //Doug told me that Elaine is the only person who wanted her photo taken out of Afterglow,// you think. //Elaine's my friend(if:$given contains "Elaine Ling")[, and I've spanked her myself]. If I want a picture of her after a spanking, I can ask for it...//]] [[Leave|YEW PARK]]]

(if:$relationships contains "Katheryn O'Connor - PARTNER")[ [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>9)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>10)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]<interact| (click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[]] (click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>16)[(display:"SPANKING KAT")](else:)[]]] (click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>5)[(display:"SPANKED BY KAT")](else:)[]]]]{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:9 SUB:10 AUT:15 TOL:6**]](else:)[(unless:$relationships contains "Katheryn O'Connor")[You approach the distressed woman (against your better judgement) and ask what's the matter. She looks up at you with bright green eyes as if she's noticing your presence for the first time. "Oh, goodness," she mutters to herself. She has a brogue, and her words sound elegantly clipped. "I s'pose I'm making a scene of myself, yeh?" She stands and brushes off the back of her skirt, then readjusts her cardigan. "Don't mind me, please, I'll be going on me way." She takes her bike up by the handlebars. "But wait," you say, your curiousity taking control. "What were you upset about?" You raise your hand in promise: "I won't judge." "S'nothing to judge about, (print:$gender)," the woman says, shaking her head. "Nothing to be done at all. See, I'm Katheryn O'Connor -- I own the bookshop uptown. And this house, here, this is where Miss Evelyn Grace lives. A nice woman, Miss Grace, but stern and stubborn as an ox. I've been tryin' t'convince her to sell me some antique books she's got in her attic, but she's refusing." Katheryn sighs heavily. "No price'll do, it seems. Least, not a price I'm able to afford." You ponder the problem for a moment, considering your response. [{ }["Those books will go to waste sitting in her attic."]<pos| ["Well, if she doesn't want to sell, that's that."]<neg|]<reaction|(click:?pos)[(replace:?reaction)[Her eyes light up. "Finally! Someone who understands what've been sayin'!" she exclaims. "What's the use of a book you aren't even going to read?" (set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Katheryn O'Connor - FRIEND"))]](click:?neg)[(replace:?reaction)["And doncha think I know that?" she says, annoyed. She mutters something else under her breath that you don't quite catch.]] "Well, what're you going to do?"(set:$opened = $opened+(a:"Grace House")) "There's nothing //to// do," she says woefully. "Just be on my way back to the shop now." She begins to shuffle away. For a moment, you think to yourself, looking at the large house with the long walkway, pondering the odds. Then you call after her: "I'll get those books for you."(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Katheryn O'Connor")) She turns to give you an incredulous look. "And you are...?" "I'm (print: $name). I'm new to Puttsdale." "How do you think //you'll// get them?" she scoffs. You shrug. "Where there's a will, there's a way." Katheryn laughs dismissively. She waves at you over her shoulder as she mounts her bike to leave. "I won't hold my breath, yeah? You have a nice day, (print: $name)." And with that, she rides off.(set:$kat_loc = "bookstore") [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]](else:)[(unless:$inventory contains "rare book")["So, did you manage to get those antique books yet?" Katheryn says. "I swear, if you actually manage to negotiate that --" she laughs scornfully. "Oh, what am I even saying? Those books are practically priceless! There's no way Evelyn will part with them." //We'll see...// you think to yourself.](else:)[You wish you could have taken a picture of Katheryn's expression the moment you pulled the rare book from your backpack: her pale Irish face was so contorted by surprise and glee, you're surprised it didn't stick that way! "By the graces -- it's a first edition copy!" she says in a whisper as she takes the book from your hands. "But -- how did you...?" "Don't worry about how," you say, suppressing a laugh. "What will you buy it for?"(set:$money=$money+150)(set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"rare book")) Katheryn picks up her glasses from her necklace, puts them on and peers closer at the cover. She looks up at you sharply, her lips pursed. "And where be the rest of 'em?" "Patience, woman!" you say. "This one first. What'll you give me?" She puts the book down, opens the cash register, and begins peeling out bills from the register. "I can give you $150 for this one alone, because it's part of a series -- the whole series would be worth $800. But there are books in that box worth thousands! Can you get 'em to me?" You greedily snatch the money from Katheryn's fist and say, "Count on it! G'bye Katheryn! Until next time!" As you leave, Katheryn is still clutching the book in both hands.] [[Leave->UPTOWN]]]]

(if:$inventory contains "care package")[Just as you knew you would, you finish the entire box of homemade cookies in a matter of minutes. The sleepiness starts to hit you just as you wipe the crumbs from your chin. (set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"care package")) ](unless:$elaineGINGER>0)[(unless:$workday is 1)[You climb into bed, a long day done. (if:$bottom is "red")[Still sore from the latest spanking, you decide you'll be sleeping on your tummy tonight.] As you drift off to sleep, your mind wanders, and you wonder what tomorrow will bring... **NEW STATS** CHARISMA:(print:$charisma) TRUSTWORTHINESS:(print:$trustworthiness) AUTHORITY:(print:$authority) TOLERANCE:(print:$tolerance) SUBMISSIVENESS:(print:$submissiveness) DOMINANCE:(print:$dominance) (set:$time=48)(set:$day_count = $day_count+1) [[Start a new day->WAKING UP]]]{ }(else:)[(set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness-1)(set:$day_count = $day_count+1)(display:"SPANKED BY SUSAN")]](else:)[You're about to fall asleep when your eyes suddenly open and you sit straight up in bed. //Elaine!// you think to yourself. You forgot to end her punishment! //She's still kneeling there with a clump of ginger up her butt,// you think, hurrying to put on socks. //If I don't get over there now, she'll never forgive me!// You throw on your pants and shoes and practically sprint out the door. [[Go to Ling house->LING HOUSE]]]{ (if:$crossword_hint is 3)[(set:$crossword_hint=4)] (unless:$reward is 2)[(set:$puzzle=0)] (if:$petra_spanked_weed is 1)[(set:$petra_spanked_weed=2)](else:)[(set:$petra_spanked_weed=0)] (if:$inventory contains "coffee")[(set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"coffee"))](set:$ice_cream_parlor=0) (if:$trent_job is "bad")[(set:$trent_job=0)] (if:$swimming_practice is 1)[(set:$swim_practice_next_day = 1)] (set:$hp=100)}

(if:$day_count is 1)[(unless:$apartment is 1)[#GAME OVER It's past 4am now, and you're still wandering about the streets of Puttsdale -- no job, no home, and no progress to speak of. (if:$bottom is red)[To make matters worse, your bottom is still stinging from the latest spanking. ]You decide you can't continue like this -- you'll have to board the first bus back home. //It's been fun, but now it's done.// [[Play again?->INTRO]]](else:)[It's past 4am, and you are //exhausted//. Luckily, you've got a place to go home to. You take the quickest route home and collapse onto your bed. [[Go to sleep->TRANSITION]]]](if:$day_count is 2)[(unless:$inventory contains "care package")[#GAME OVER It's past 4am now, and you still don't know where that damn care package is! //So...freaking...hungry...// you think to yourself. (if:$bottom is red)[To make matters worse, your bottom is still stinging from the latest spanking. ]You decide you can't continue like this -- you'll have to board the first bus back home. //It's been fun, but now it's done.// [[Play again?->INTRO]]](else:)[It's past 4am, and you are //exhausted//. Luckily, you've got a care package full of cookies. You take the quickest route home and stuff your face. [[Go to sleep->TRANSITION]]]]

(if:$day_count is 2)[Today is Saturday, May 2, 2015. (set:$day="weekend")(set:$time = 48)You wake up at 7:57am to a chime from your cell phone: it's your mom. She says she sent you a care package and asks if you got it.(set:$care_package_quest=1) You reply that, no, you haven't -- and how did she already send you mail?! (color:green)[//I only just moved in,//] you text. Your mom texts back: (color:green)[//i had it ready 4 u!!!! i sent it overnight after u txted ur address :) u r at 118 main street, right?//] "Agh!" you groan aloud. You begin to text back: (color:green)[//No, I'm at 117!//] (color:green)[//oh no! :( well, can u still get it????//] "I guess we'll see," you mumble to yourself. Upon reflection, you suppose it isn't the worst thing. All you need to do is go next door to the ice cream parlor and ask if they got your package. It's not like you had anything else to do today.{ (set:$kid_loc="park") (unless:$wre_loc is "home")[(set:$wre_loc="arcade")] (set:$est_loc="grocery") (set:$mag_loc="ice cream parlor") (set:$lea_loc="ice cream parlor") (set:$ela_loc="home") (set:$ivy_loc="home")} So you get up, brush your teeth, comb your hair, and get dressed while humming some pop song that's stuck in your head. //Day two,// you think. //Let's do this!// [[Go downstairs->PIZZERIA]]](if:$day_count is 3)[Today is Sunday, May 3, 2015. (set:$time = 48)(set:$ela_visit=0)(if:$care_package_quest is 0)[ Yesterday, you were so preoccupied with the cookies that you didn't notice your care package included another much more valuable gift: an envelope containing $50! //Good ol' mom, coming through in the clutch!// You tuck the crisp bill into your wallet, get dressed, and prepare to set out for another day.(set:$money=$money+50)](else:)[ You didn't ever find your care package, so you still have no money or food..this is becoming a problem. Hopefully you have better luck today!](set:$ama_loc="dry cleaners")(set:$kai_loc="ice cream parlor")(set:$sel_loc="church") [[Begin->EMPTY APARTMENT]]](if:$day_count>3)[(display:"NEW DAY")]

Unable to resist, you step closer and peer in through the kitchen window. What you see makes your jaw drop. You simply can't believe your eyes. Two grown women are in the kitchen, both of them completely naked from the waist down. The blonde -- a woman in her mid-forties, presumedly Miss Evelyn Grace -- is wearing a light blue, silk pajama top. The fabric looks expensive and, beneath the kitchen lights, it gives off a soft white sheen. She's sitting on a kitchen chair with her companion over her lap. The other woman -- a pretty and slight Korean woman with tan skin and jet-black hair -- is completely nude except for a pink bra. She's bent over Evelyn's lap, panting heavily, and her bottom is a dark shade of pink. "So, Esther, is this what you needed?" Evelyn raises her hand and claps is down on Esther's bare behind. //WHAP!// It jiggles, and Esther winches, clenching her fists. "A nice, firm, hand spanking to help you know your place?" //WHAP!// Esther exhales sharply and shuts her eyes tightly as the spank lands. Her bosom is heaving as she replies in an out-of-breath voice, "Yes, Miss Grace." //WHAP!//(set:$esthers_secret = 1) "Gnah!" Esther moans. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you?" "Yes, Miss Grace!" Esther says, louder this time. "This is what I needed! I needed to be spanked!" Evelyn nods, content. "That's right. And you'll get a spanking every time you misbehave." She lifts her hand and brings it down on Esther's left's butt cheek, which dances under her palm. Esther is breathing faster now, squirming under the spanks, and her bottom is taking on an even rosier hue. She winces, biting her lip. Her forehead glistens with sweat. But despite the pain of the spanking, Esther seems very -- //excited// to be over Evelyn's knee. In fact, from your angle, you can even see her pussy is wet, shining and sticky, and even Evelyn's lightest touches send her shivering. She whimpers, but not only from the sting. The anticipation, it seems, is equally hard to endure... //WHAP!// Evelyn brings her hand down again, then rubs in the sting, grabbing a handful of Esther's ample buttocks, which makes her kick up her leg and squeal. "You're lucky my daughters are at their friends' houses tonight. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to give you the //discipline// --" //WHAP!// "-- that you //deserve//." //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// "Oh! Oh god! Mmmmph oh fuck, it stings!" //WHAP!// "What did you just say?" //WHAP! WHAP!// "Mmmmaaaaahaha! It //stings//, Miss Grace!" "Good," Evelyn says, smirking. Her fingers explore between Esther's thighs, and Esther's moans become cries. "It's supposed to." //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// You aren't sure how much longer you spend watching this bizarre scene unfold. You do know that Esther came twice, though, in that brief span of time -- her entire body convulsing, red bottom clenching, an earth-shattering shriek that echoes through the house each time. "Now," Evelyn says finally. "It's time for part 2." //Part two?// your think, your mind reeling. Your own heart is racing as you watch Esther stand, tears brimming in her eyes, and move to the center of the room... Hypnotized, you step forward, not noticing the dry twig beneath your feet: //snap!// You almost curse aloud as you duck out of sight. The kitchen is silent. There's a tense moment, and you hear footsteps. Your heart is practically beating out of your chest. //Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!// You crouch lower, trying not to breathe. After what feels like an eternity, you hear Evelyn's voice as she whispers something inaudible. Then, you hear the pad of naked footsteps as the women leave the room. You stay beneath the window, tensed and silent, until you're sure they're gone. //Jesus, that was close,// you think. You've done enough spying for one night, you decide. //It's time to get out of here.// Still, you can't believe what you just saw. Even as you creep away from the window, the image is burned into your brain. //What the heck WAS that?// You'll simply //have// to explore this further another night.(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1)

You look through the front window beside the door so you're staring right into the living room. You catch a glimpse of movement, and (trying to appear inconspicuous), you move closer, hiding behind the bushes at an angle to conceal you from the street. You crane your neck for a better view. Not like you'd have to go through the trouble: the room is pretty much exposed to anyone who wants to see. The curtains are drawn back, and the lights are all on. Plus, off course, you can //hear// everything anyway! Still, what you see sends a rush of excitement through you, the thrill of voyeurism tingling in your belly. As you take in the scene, your eyes grow wide. (set:$dominance=$dominance+1)(color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!] There, laid across the armrest of the couch, is poor Petra Strevetsky. She's a pretty girl -- she could be beautiful, even. But she doesn't seem to care much about her appearance: her dirty blonde hair is unkempt, she's wearing an old sweatshirt, and her black-framed glasses are plain, unfashionable. Still, her figure is trim and pleasantly curved, and her face in profile is enough to convince you that she would turn your head if you passed her on the street. It's not like her position is exactly "flattering," though: she's bent over the side of a leather couch with her pants around her ankles, her white panties stretched around her thighs. Her elbows are planted in the couch cushion, her back arched. She's gritting her teeth, and her backside already bears several deep-red stripes. Her father is standing behind her with the sleeves of his white collared shirt rolled up, his tie still on -- he must have just come home from work. He lines up the cane with her bottom, tapping lightly. As he does, Petra moans. "Daaaaddy, pleeeeease...no more!" she whines. Her mother is standing behind the couch, holding Petra's hands in place. "Oh, hush," she says. "If you didn't want this spanking, you should have studied. It's your senior year, for goodness' sake!" "But the cane huuuuurts!" she cries. "Your mother and I were very clear," her father says. "You get a spanking for every C, a caning for every F." Petra moans, hanging her head. "Now, give me the count again?" Petra turns to look back at her rosey bottom, lip quivering. "8, sir..." "Very good. Seven more," //fffFWACK!// As he brings the cane down against Petra's behind, it curves in the air from the sheer force, and the second it makes it's stinging connection with her hot-crossed buns, Petra squeals, lifting her leg, tears beginning to flow. "Nggaaaaahhhahaha! 9, sir!" //fffFWACK!// "Waaaaaaaahaha!" Each swing of the cane draws another criss-cross in the crimson pattern on Petra's beaten tushy. The strokes are searing -- you can practically feel the heat on her bottom from outside! "Mmmph --10, sir!" "And when we're done with the 15 for history, we'll start with the caning for math," her mother says. "Noooooo!" //fffFWACK!//(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Petra Strevetsky")) The spanking continues until not an inch of Petra's bottom isn't dark, cherry red. In fact, the stripes extend below her sit spots to her upper thighs -- this clearly isn't the first caning her father has administered. Her face is tear-stained, and her cries become louder with every blow. She takes another 4 swats for history, then 15 for math, then //another// 15 for P.E.! By the end, Petra is a blubbering mess, and her swollen red bottom is starting to bruise. Her father heaves a sigh as he steps back to admire his work. Trembling, Petra stands and thanks him for her caning, her eyes downcast, face wet and red from crying. Her mother holds the yellow report card to her face and says, "Alright, Petra. That's all for now. But tomorrow, I'll be giving you a hairbrush spanking for the Cs in science and language arts." She looks at her daughter sternly. "Have we made ourselves clear?" Still sniffling, Petra nods miserably. "Good. Then go stand in the corner, hands on your head. We'll let you know when you can go to your room." Petra silently obeys, shuffling with her pants still down at her feet. Her butt cheeks look as though they've been grilled in a panini maker. Her knees shake slightly as she stands in the corner, crying softly, and her parents go to the kitchen, leaving her alone. You watch her in her corner time, mesmerized by her spectacularly red bottom, for who-knows-how-long. //What a sight,// you think. In addition to being quite red, Petra's behind is also quite shapely, curving from her thin waist in an upside-down heart shape, just the right amount of plump. Finally, coming out of the trance, you silently leave the bushes, checking carefully to be sure no one sees.

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(if:$relationships contains "Wren Glacey - PARTNER")[Wren plops down onto her bed and kicks off a pile of clothing so you can take a seat beside her. She's got her hair tied back with a green bandana, and her shirt is some kind of sci-fi movie poster from the 70s, very retro. "So what's up, (print:$name)?" she asks. "What's our plan for tonight?" [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>10)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>10)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|]]<interact| (click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM: 7 SUB: 11 AUT: 9 TOL: 8 NEED BRUSH**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[You've never met someone as interested in conspiracy theories as Wren Glacey. She has a conspiracy for everything. Traffic lights? Conspiracy. Fast food? Conspiracy. Getting spanked? Oh you //know// that's a conspiracy. Talking to her is fun, but it makes you a bit paranoid. You need to take small doses. Or just change the topic to video games. That usually works too.]] (click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"SPANKING WREN")](else:)[Wren wrinkles her nose. "What, like a little kid? Not a chance."]]] (click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>8)[(display:"SPANKED BY WREN")](else:)["You aren't ready for that yet, grasshopper," she says smugly. "Come back when you've got some real experience on those cheeks."]]]]{ }(else-if:$relationships contains "Wren Glacey - FRIEND")[You walk into the messy room, familiar to you now from when you came to get your package. Not much has changed: clothes are still littered across the floor, empty pizza boxes stacked on the bed, and papers everywhere — only now a space has been cleared on the wall for a huge cork board with a red thread connecting pins all across a map of Puttsdale. "Sheesh," you say beneath your breath. "Come in, have a seat," Wren says, motioning to a rolling chair with a winter coat slung across the back. She drops down onto her bed, looking frantically through the pages. You look around the room, taking in the conspiratorial clutter, the paranormal paraphernalia. Wren is too absorbed to offer you a drink or any sense of hospitality, and you’re starting to feel impatient — you want her to stop glomming over those pages and start explaining what’s going on. But Wren seems lost in a different world. //How do I start this conversation?// [["What is this whole cork board supposed to mean?"]<ask| ["So, those pages aren’t from the //Proclamation// series?"]<talk| ["Your room is a pig sty. Get over my lap."]<spank|]<initiate|{ }(click:?ask)[(replace:?initiate)[Wren scratches the back of her head. "Errr…" she says, clearly trying to think of a lie. You don’t know Wren well enough yet to hear about her conspiracy theories, it seems. [[Try again->WREN GLACEY]]]]{ }(click:?talk)[(replace:?initiate)["No," Wren says slowly. "Then what //are// they from?"(set:$paranormal_quest=1) For a moment, Wren doesn’t answer. She chews her bottom lip, deep in thought, Then, she reaches below her mattress and pulls out a spiral notebook with a tattered cardboard cover. She splays open the book, and you see that every page, front and back, is full to the margins with tiny handwriting, the beetle-black ink dense enough to have a glossy sheen in the light. Each page is marked with a page number, and some of them have chapter headings. There’s enough writing in that notebook for a novel, maybe two. "This is what they’re from," she says. "I wrote them." "You — what?" "Look, don’t judge me, okay?" Wren says fiercely, looking into your eyes. "I’ve been writing //Proclamation// fan fiction since I was a little kid." She thumbs through the notebook affectionally, like someone might pet their familiar. "I keep them as manuscripts. This is the 14th volume I’ve written." You blink. //14 volumes? Holy…// "But I’ve never typed it up." "Wait, so you didn’t write them and print them out?" The pages, of course, are printed. They look like pages from a library book. She shakes her head. "Then who did?" She closes the book, then jams the notebook under her bed. "That’s the question, isn’t it?" She stands and walk around her un-made bed to the window so she can peer through the Venetian blinds. You watch her with growing concern. //Talk about paranoid…// Suddenly, she snaps the blinds closed and whirls around. "Can I trust you with a secret?" You shrug. "Sure, I guess." She narrows her eyes at you. "You think I’m crazy," she says in a low voice. "What? No, I just…well, maybe a little bit." "Do you think I’m lying about //this//?" she says, waving the papers frantically. You have to admit, it does seem strange. And if someone did take her book and type up pages to leave around the town, well…at least you’d know that Wren isn’t the //only// crazy person in Puttsdale. //Then again, I already knew that, didn’t I?// Wren is trying to read your expression. Finally, you hold up your hands. "Look, I don’t know. I just saw these papers around and I assumed they were yours. I didn’t know that you write fan fiction, and I certainly didn’t type up pages of it to print out! But I do believe you when you say that something weird is going on. There is a //lot// of weird stuff happening in Puttsdale." Her eyes light up with the last sentence. She climbs over the bed and sits facing you, leaning forward excitedly. "You’ve noticed them too?" "Uhh…yeah, of course! It’d be hard //not// to!" "I know, right? That’s why I moved here — see, I’m a paranormal investigator, and I think that — " she leans forward even closer, speaking in a whisper, as though the walls could hear. "I think that I’m onto something big in this town. And I’m pretty sure someone is watching me. And they don’t want me to find out more." //Not exactly the weird stuff I was talking about,// you think. //Paranormal investigator? Like, a ghost hunter?// But you keep your thoughts to yourself, nodding along politely. "These pages," she says, holding up the printed fanfic, "were some kind of message to me. Maybe a warning. Or maybe a clue." Then she sits back, suddenly looking hopeless. "But what the heck could it be trying to tell me?" She looks up at you, as though expecting you to answer. "I—" you stammer. "I don’t know. But look, I’ll keep an eye out for you, okay? If I notice anything else that’s strange, I’ll let you know." Immediately, her eyes brighten, and she climbs up on her mattress with her legs crossed. "You’ll help me figure out what’s going on in this town?" Her tired face is suddenly illuminated, as though the idea of a partner in this mystery were a blood transfusion. "Yes. I’ll help you." "But you can’t tell anyone about any of this," she says, becoming stern. "I promise. Anything I find will be between you and me." For the first time since you arrived, Wren smiles warmly. She extends her small hand for a shake. "Well, then, partner," she says. "Welcome to the team."(set:$wre_loc="arcade") You take her hand. You’re not exactly sure what it means to be a part of this crazy team, or if there’s any method to this madness whatsoever. But you //do// know that you found Wren’s writing pretty entertaining, and you’re starting to think your might find her company entertaining as well. The first weird and even possibly paranormal thing you find, you know exactly where to bring it. As you leave the strange girl’s room, you see her scrambling under her bed for the 14th volume of her fan fiction again. Gently shaking your head, you close the door behind you. //Welcome to the team…// [[Continue->ICE CREAM PARLOR]]]]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?initiate)["Your room is a pig sty. Get over my lap," you say in your sternest voice. Wren’s nostrils flare, and she looks at you in disbelief, verging on disgust. "I — //what?// Are you trying to //spank// me for not cleaning my room?" //Well,// you think, //it was worth a shot…// [[Try again->WREN GLACEY]]]]]{ }(else:)[(unless:$wren_arcade is 1)[(unless:$relationships contains "Wren Glacey - KNOWN")[You approach the girl at the arcade cabinet, who is frantically slamming buttons and twisting the joystick. You watch as her character glides gracefully, swooping to collect what appear to be a variety of colorful japanese delicacies (tempura shrimp and sushi, mainly). Her eyes are glued to the screen. [{ }["Hey, you're pretty good."]<compliment| ["Can I get a turn?"]<request|]<approach|(click:?compliment)[(replace:?approach)["Thanks," the girl says, eyes still on the screen. You see the glimpse of a proud smile flash across her pretty lips.(set:$charisma=$charisma+1) (color:yellow)[+1 CHARISMA!]]](click:?request)[(replace:?approach)["No way!" the girl declares flatly. "Can't you see how far I am? I'm, like, setting a world record here!" //Yeesh,// you think. //Touchy, much?//]]](else:)[The girl is still playing the game, deeply focused. Like someone in a trance, she doesn't respond to your approach.]](else:)[You find the pale, brown-haired girl -- whom you now recognize as Wren Glacey -- standing at one of the arcade cabinets. You take a deep breath and approach her. "Hey," you say. "Are you Wren?" Wren continues to toggle the joystick. "Hey," she replies without looking up. "Yeah, I am. What can I do for you?" "I think you received some mail that was meant for me. I live in the apartment above the pizzeria, and my mom sent the package to the wrong address." "Hmmmm," she says slowly, still not taking her eyes off the blinking and flashing screen. "I'm not sure -- maybe. I took my mail into my apartment this morning, so it'd be inside." Then she's silent. You wait expectantly, but Wren doesn't seem to be aware. "Um," you begin. "Well, can you check for me?" "Right //now?//" Wren complains. "But I'm about to beat the high score!" "Maybe when you're done?" "Sure, but," Wren hasn't blinked since you started talking, and it's starting to get weird. "I don't know when that will be..." You grunt, annoyed. //Well, she's no help at all,// you think to yourself. (if:$trustworthiness>3)["Could you let me borrow your key, then? I could go to your apartment, grab my package, and leave the key under your mat or something." For the first time, Wren glances to the side, looking you up and down. No sooner have her eyes flitted from you than they're back on the screen. "Yeah, sure," she says. "You seem trustworthy. Key is in my back left pocket, reach in and grab it." She stick out her rear end, inviting you. You hesitate, but only for a moment. //Guess if you insist,// you think, shrugging. [{ }[Just grab the key]<key| [Cop a feel]<feel|]<take|(click:?key)[(replace:?take)[You dip your hand into Wren's back pocket, careful not to linger. You pull it out triumphantly. (set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness+1)(color:yellow)[+1 TRUSTWORTHINESS!]]](click:?feel)[(replace:?take)[You dip your hand into Wren's back pocket and feel around for the key. Your fingers brush against it...but you let your hand linger on Wren's butt for just a moment more. It's a pretty great butt -- soft, but firm, nice and round. Her back is arched slightly, so the positioning is perfect... "I said grab the //key//, perv," she says gruffly. But you can tell, by the curve at the edge of her lips that she doesn't mind that much.]] "Thank, Wren!" you say. "I'm (print:$name), by the way." "Don't mention it, (print:$name)," she says, continuing in her game.(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Wren's Apartment"))(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"Wren's key"))](else:)[Maybe you could ask her to let you borrow her key -- //She'd have to really trust me for that, though...//]] [[Leave->ARCADE]]]

(if:$relationships contains "Esther Soon - FRIEND")[ [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>3)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>6)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact| (click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[]] (click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>9)[(display:"SPANKING ESTHER")](else:)[]]] (click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>8)[(display:"SPANKED BY ESTHER")](else:)[]]]]{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:3 SUB:6 AUT:9 TOL:8**](else:)[You walk up to Esther, who doesn't notice you right away.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Esther Soon")) "Hello, Esther," you say. Her eyes widen at the sound of her name, and she looks up at you, confused, mouth set in a hard line, "you know Evelyn Grace, don’t you? I think I saw you going to her house..." Esther pulls her shopping cart to the side and looks around warily. "How do you –" She stops. Only once she is sure no one is watching, she says to you in a harsh whisper, "Did you see anything?" You think of what you saw that night: Esther over the blonde woman’s naked lap, her bare bottom rosey red in the moonlight, toes curled, panting as the spanks rain down...//What do I even say to that?// [{ }["Oh – nothing. Nothing at all."]<dom| ["It’s okay – I’m into...//that//...too."]<sub|]<choose|(click:?dom)[(replace:?choose)[Perhaps unintentionally, your voice has a hint of smugness to it, and Esther looks you over suspiciously. She wheels her shopping cart away quickly and heads directly to check out. //She’s in a hurry,// you think to yourself. As she gets in her car, you can tell she’s sitting gingerly – the sight of her wincing in the bucket seat makes you laugh out loud!(set:$est_loc ="home")]](click:?sub)[(replace:?choose)[As the words escape your lips, Esther’s face softens. She glances over her shoulder and, determining that no one is behind her, she leans in to say softly, "You mean...getting spanked?" (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!] (set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1) You nod silently, and Esther reaches into her shopping cart. She pulls out a pink tub with a blue lid, about the size of a coffee mug. The label says "Soothing Balm" in bold font. "Then, listen – you’ve got to get this," she says. "It’s the best for...you know. Afterwards. I’m about to go home and put some on right now." She grins. "And it smells like berries." She uncaps the tub and holds it under your nose. (set:$est_loc = "home")(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Esther Soon - FRIEND")) //Whoa,// you think. //She’s right!// "I’ll get this one for you, but when this runs out you’re on your own." You open your mouth to protest, but she silences you with a wave of her hand. "It’s nothing, really. Call it a ‘thank you’ gift for keeping this between us. Okay?" She winks at you. "I’m about to go to the counter, so wait outside and I’ll bring it to you.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"balm")) True to her word, Esther pays for the balm and gives it to you outside of the shop. You offer to help her carry her groceries to her car, but she refuses. "Run along now, we’re even. Oh, and welcome to our little town!" You watch from the sidewalk as Esther drops her bags in the back of the car, slams the trunk, and gets into the driver’s seat (sitting quite carefully, you notice). She gives you a friendly smile as she pulls out.]]] [[Leave->GROCERY STORE]]

(if:$relationships contains "Ivy Grace")[Ivy looks up at you with her brow knitted. Her features are fair and elvish, even though her face suggests a strong will, and her eyebrows are darker than her hair. She's waifishly thin, but her figure curves down in a bell-shape from her thin shoulders to a round bottom. She nods at you cooly. "Hey," she says softly. No doubt about it, she's thinking of the image you have in your mind of her spanked and diapered by her 18-year-old babysitter...but she's trying not to let you see that. [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>5)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>9)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:5 SUB:9 AUT:16 TOL:5 NEED CANE**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[You talk to Ivy for a while, and you come to a solid conclusion: //She's kind of a brat.// You listen to her complain about her younger sister, boast about being the swim team captain, and plot vengeance on Hannah, the babysitter. "I swear, she messed with the wrong girl," Ivy says bitterly. Ivy also tells you that she and Kid Missy have been doing some off-season swim practice in the indoor pool every day at 5pm, which you're pretty sure is against the rules. //Someone has got to teach this girl a lesson,// you think.]](click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>16)[(unless:$ivySORE>0)[Ivy's face falls. She tilts back her head and starts to whine: "But I didn't //do// anything!" "Call it an attitude adjustment, then," you say, shrugging. "But one thing's for sure: the whining has got to stop." "(print:$name)! This isn't //fair!//" Ivy pulls her hand away from you, but she knows she isn't getting away. Her cheeks turn red with embarrassment and rage, and her dark eyebrows knit beneath her winsome, strawberry-blonde part. "You can't just spank me whenever you think I'm being a brat!" //We'll see about that,// you think. You stare long and hard into Ivy's face, and she stares right back at you. Her crystaline-blue eyes narrow with sheer resolve, and her angry pout deepens. Her hands curl into tiny fists. But it's no use. Soon, her resolve wavers, then quickly collapses. She knows it's no good to refuse you: you're several rungs above her on the social ladder, not to mention in good standing with her principal. If you say she needs a spanking, no one is going to disagree. She sighs, exasperated, and lets her shoulders sag. "//Fiiiine.//" She takes off her robe and lets it fall with a soft //whump//. "Let's just make this quick," she grumbles. "Without the muttering, please?" you say sternly. "Thank you. Now, bend down, show me your bottom."(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKING IVY")]](else:)["Again?! Just look what you did before!" She turns, yanks down her sweatpants, and pulls up on the left leg-hole of her swimsuit to reveal one crimson cheek. "Don’t you think you’ve spanked me enough for one week?" You open your mouth to respond, but you're a bit taken aback by the redness of her bottom. //That's gotta smart,// you think. //Okay, maybe I'll let her off the hook for now...//]](else:)["//Spank me?//" she exclaims at a pitch that could shatter glass. She wipes her mouth. "You //wish//!"]]](click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>5)[(replace:?exit)[](display:"SPANKED BY IVY")](else:)[She shakes her head. "I may look small, but I'm an older sister. I'm afraid I'd make you regret asking. Maybe another time."]]]]{ }(else:)[She seems like she's in some kind of rush, probably to swim practice. You decide against trying to talk to her for right now.] [[[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]]<exit|

(if:$relationships contains "Kid Missy")[Kid has a pretty face with a sort of determined optimism etched across her stare. There's something almost boyish in her demeanor, a couldn't-care-less swagger in her every motion, even as she's nodding to acknowledge you as you approach. [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>2)[(if:$truth_or_dare_quest is 1)[ [Spank her]<spank|]](if:$submissiveness>9)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:2 SUB:9 AUT:4 TOL:5 NEED PADDLE**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[(unless:$relationships contains "Chiza Bee")[You get to talking with Kid, and the subject of Leah comes up. "Leah Salt and I are rivals, sort of," she says. "She's always looking for some excuse to spank me. But she doesn't know that I always see it coming..." You ask her what she means, but she won't say.](else:)["Wanna know a secret?" Kid asks. Before you can even answer, she begins telling you excitedly. "My friend Chiza is getting a spanking tonight because her mom found out she was at a boy's house when she told her she was at mine. And you know what else?" She looks left and right, leans in, and whispers: "She says her mom spanks her //butt-naked//." She looks to gauge your reaction, proud to be the confidant for such intimate information. "Isn't that crazy? We're, like, adults now, and Chiza's still getting spanked like that! I mean, my parents bare my ass and all, but they don't make me //strip naked...// Don't tell Chiza I told you, though -- she'd freak out." //Not a great secret-keeper,// you observe. //Mental note: don't confide in Kid Missy!//]]](click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>4)[(unless:$kidSORE>0)[(unless:$given contains "Kid Missy")["I heard a rumor recently," you say to her. She turns her head, confused. "Wasn't about you -- but the person I heard it from said you started it." "What? I don't gossip." Kid says defensively. Despite the sureness of her tone, her eyes are guiltily telling another story. "So it wasn't you who told Daniel Long that Chiza gets spanked naked?" Kid is immediately flustered. Her face reddens, and she crosses her arms. "Th-that...that shouldn't count. Chiza's my friend, she told me that herself. It's true, so that means it's not a rumor." "Well, I see it differently. Gossip is gossip, young lady. And spreading rumors about your friends is never nice. That's why I think you've earned a spanking."](else:)["You've been behaving fairly well, Kid, but it's been a minute since your last discipline," you say, crossing your arms. "I think it's time for some //maintenance.//" Kid Missy's eyes widen, and her face colors brightly. She looks left and right, chewing on her thumbnail. Finally she sighs. "I //guess// so," she huffs. ](replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKING KID")]](else:)["What?! Are you nuts?" Kid exclaims, grabbing her posterior. "No way! I //still// have to stand up during classes, thanks to you! Look at this!" She unhooks her belt, turns, and drops her pants to show you her glowing red behind. //It's true. She's had enough...for now,// you think to yourself.]](else:)[ "Psh. Not from you," Kid scowls. You'll need more authority for her to let you spank her.]]](click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>5)["Look, I may get a lot of spankings, but it doesn’t mean I can’t dish ‘em out," Kid says. She pulls a red ball cap from her backpack and pulls it tightly onto her head with the lip facing backwards. Then she pulls her hair away from her face with her unadorned fingers, tucking it away behind her ears as though she were spreading a curtain. She grins. "Get over my lap. We’ll see which of us has the tougher butt." You’re about to lean over when she stops you. "Hey!" She says. "This isn’t amateur hour! Pants down, bare that bottom mis(if:$gender is "boy")[ter](if:$gender is "girl")[sy]. Feeling warm in your cheeks from the embarrassment, you still oblige. Kid takes you over her knees roughly, pinning you down by the small of your back. She leans in to whisper sharply in your ear. "I want you to count these out — nice and loud! Let’s see if we can break a record."(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKED BY KID")]](else:)["Psh," Kid says, trying to look nonchalant. "You couldn't handle a spanking from me." She turns, and you can just barely see the glimmer of a smile -- she's not ready to spank you, but she's happy you asked...]]] [[[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]]<exit|]{ }(else:)[(if:$kid_loc is "park")[You round the grove of trees and discover, in a small clearing, a sight that makes your jaw drop. Suspended about 5 feet off the ground, hanging from her underpants, a girl is flailing her arms. Her legs are bound together by the blue jeans around her ankles, and her bare white thighs, exposed to the elements, wriggle about helplessly, feet searching for solid ground. It's the most intense wedgie you've ever seen -- not that you've seen many before, mind you -- but you have to be impressed by the //craftsmanship//. The girl is dangling by her sky-blue panties from a thick tree branch, the legholes standing a full foot off her buns, the crotch flossed between her pale cheeks. From where you're standing, the girl's bottom is hanging out -- soft and snow-white and cold as two scoops of vanilla ice cream, her lean buns tremble and clench against the awful pain riding up her rear. "Hey! Hey, you!" she calls, out of breath. "Get me down, will you?" "B-but -- how did you get //up//?" "Nevermind that! My panties are about to rip!" the girl cries, her voice full of desperation. "Help me down, //now//!"(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Kid Missy")) She's in a pretty vulnerable situation, to say the least. Are you someone who would take advantage of that? [{ }[Help her out]<help| [Take advantage]<spank|]<assistance|(click:?help)[(replace:?assistance)[You go to the branch and pull down until you can make her feet touch the earth. "Oh, thank god," she sighs. "Don't be too happy yet. I don't think we're gonna get you down without ripping your underpants." "Fine," she cries, "tear them, please, just go ahead -- it's so freaking //deep// in my ass! Goddammit, it //hurts!//" With this permission granted, you take your apartment key from your pocket and begin to saw the razor-thin fabric threading through her poor bottom in two. The girl falls forward, face-plants, and the branch yanks back the remains of her panties -- and her blue jeans, too. Her pants land about twenty yards away with a dull //fwump//. Groaning, the girl turns over, rubbing dirt from her nose. "//Uggggggh!//" she groans. "I think my butthole has //rope burn//..." "What the hell happened?" you ask. She stands, brushing dirt off her splendid tushy, and limps over to her jeans. "Leah Salt happened," she grumbled.(set:$trustworthiness =$trustworthiness + 1)(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Kid Missy - FRIEND")) "...Leah...who?" "Leah Salt," the girl says impatiently. "She's the town bully. She picks on everybody, but especially me," she frowns. "Like she's obsessed or something. I'm Kid, by the way. Kid Missy." She extends her hand, and you shake it. "I'm (print:$name). I'm new in town." "Oh?" she says, interested. "Welcome to Puttsdale. And thanks for helping me down from there. I don't even know how long I had that wedgie." "No problem," you reply. "But can you tell me more about Leah Salt?" Kid groans. "Everything you need to know about Leah is up on that tree." She points to her torn panties, still hanging from the branch like a tattered flag. She rubs her bottom miserably. "I //liked// those panties, too," she says, almost to herself. Then, turning back to you, she warns: "If you do meet Leah, just steer clear. That's the best advice I can give you right now. I'm going home to get a new pair of underwear now. But thank you, and I'll see you around, right?" Kid gives you a brave smile, despite the tears still hanging in her eyes from her wedgie-pain. "Yeah, for sure," you reply. Then you watch Kid limp away, rubbing her backside uncomfortably and biting her lip.(set:$kid_loc="home") //That HAD to have hurt,// you think to yourself. //Good thing I was here to help!// (color:yellow)[+1 TRUSTWORTHINESS]]](click:?spank)[(replace:?assistance)[(display:"SPANKING KID")]] [[Leave->YEW PARK]]](else:)[You don't really know Kid Missy very well right now, and she seems pretty absorbed in her snacking... [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]]]

(if:$relationships contains "Leah Salt")[You approach Leah where she's standing on the wall, and she looks you over suspiciously. [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>7)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>5)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:7 SUB:5 AUT:10 TOL:6 NEED HAIRBRUSH**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[You try to talk to Leah, but she scoffs at you rudely. "I don't do chit-chat," she says brattily.]](click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>10)[(unless:$leahSORE>0)["Leah, I think it's about time something was done about your attitude." Leah looks at you with fire in her eyes -- but she doesn't respond. "We don't have to do it in front of everyone," you begin. "But you need a good spanking, and I'm going to give it to you." "Y-//What//?" she sputters. You take her by the arm and lead her around the corner of the building, where people standing in the court yard can't see. "You can't spank me! Get over yourself!" "This is exactly the problem," you say patiently. "You need to be more respectful, and there's only one way to teach you. Assume the position against the wall -- I'm sure you already know how."(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKING LEAH")]](else:)[Leah’s eyes go wide. "Please," she whimpers. "I-I can’t take another spanking right now.." She hangs her head. You decide to have pity on the bully, even though it’s more than she would do for you.]](else:)[Leah's eyes blaze. "Who the hell do you think you are?" You don't have the authority to spank Leah right now.]]](click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>6)["Oh, I am going to //enjoy// this, (print:$name)," Leah says, rubbing her hands together. You pout and place your hands on the wall, jutting out your bottom for Leah to discipline. Just as you’re starting to think, //Maybe this isn’t my best idea…//, Leah kicks your feet in opposite directions, spreading your legs and dropping you into a mild split. "Now stick your ass out — I need a good target!" Leah takes her thin purple sweatshirt by the hem and pulls it over her head. She casts it to the side, shaking her hair out of her face. She’s wearing a sharp-toothed grin, and her hair is clinging statically to the shoulders of her dark blue athletic tee. Her breasts look pointed and firm, her torso thin, curvaceous, spry. "(print:$name), you’ve been very bad. A very bad (print:$gender). But you’ve come to the right place for your spanking, I’ll tell you that much," she says. She abruptly yanks off your pants and underwear and lets them drop with with a //fwoosh// down to your ankles. You gasp softly and keep your eyes to the group as Leah gleefully pinches and squeezes your bare bottom. "Look at this peach! What a butt you’ve got — you could put it on a banner at the Minnesota State Fair — a (print:$gender) like you might like that. Hm? '(print:$name)’s Peaches — Good Enough to Eat!’ Ha! But it’s not going to be peachy for long. I’m going to beat your ass so bright red, Erryll’s Cherries will use you in their advertisements." You grit your teeth. You’ve got butterflies in your tummy, just imagining the humiliation of your naked bottom on a banner at a town fair cherry stand…//But I can’t tell what’s worse — the embarrassment, or the fact that I might actually LIKE it…//(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+2) (color:yellow)[+2 SUBMISSIVENESS!] "Alright, peaches," Leah says. "Let’s begin."(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKED BY LEAH")]](else:)["No way," Leah scoffs. "You'd be crying after the first smack. Toughen up, first."]]]]{ }(else:)[(if:$lea_loc is "ice cream parlor")[(if:$day_count is 2)[As you turn to Leah, she immediately greets you with a look of annoyance. "What do //you// want?" she says. (if:$relationships contains "Kid Missy")["So, you're the one who gave that girl a hanging wedgie in Yew Park?" "Yeah?" she says, standing off her stool. "You wanna do something about it?" She squares up to you at her full height. Even though she's a slight girl with small breasts, only about your height (if that), she somehow seems //larger// from the way she sticks out her chin and levels you with her eyes. [{ }["...Nah, I'm good."]<givein| ["Yeah. I think that was a jerk move, and someone should teach you a lesson."]<standup|]<response|(click:?givein)[(replace:?response)[(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1)"'What I thought" she says dismissively. Then, as if her point has been proven, she stands to leave. "See ya, Maggie," she says, and pitches her unfinished milkshake in the trash bin as she goes. (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!] "Bye," Maggie says, returning to her phone. (set:$lea_loc="home")]](click:?standup)[(replace:?response)[(set:$authority=$authority+2) The room is completely silent, as though all of the air had just been sucked out of the ice cream parlor. Leah raises her eyebrows. The seconds tick by slow, and Maggie's eyes flit between the two of you, mouth open -- her thumbs are texting frantically, probably sending a group message to everyone she knows: (color:green)[//OMG! Some new (print:$gender) just stood up to Leah Salt!//] (color:yellow)[+2 AUTHORITY!] Finally, Leah scoffs. "Whatever. Who even are you, anyway?" she says. She sneers, turning to leave. "Later, Maggie. I'm outta here." Maggie doesn't look up, but continues texting rapidly. You breath a sigh of relief. //Feels good to have done the right thing, but...I may have just made an enemy...//(set:$lea_loc="home")]]](else:)[//Better not go looking for trouble,// you think. //And this girl suuuuure looks like trouble...// "See ya, Maggie," she says, and pitches her unfinished milkshake as she goes.]]](else:)[She doesn't seem interested in talking to you right now.]] [(if:$lea_loc is "ice cream parlor")[[[Leave->ICE CREAM PARLOR]]]]{ }(if:$lea_loc is "high school")[[[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]]<exit|

(if:$relationships contains "Maggie Sweet")[Maggie lifts her disinterested doe-eyes to you as you approach her. Her face is moon-white, her lips are deep rouge, and her black hair is meticulously curled. If she weren't wearing a tri-fold hat and candy-striped shirt, she'd fit right in at a smoky bar. "Can I help you?" she asks. [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>6)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>7)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact| (click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:6 SUB:7 AUT:11 TOL:6**]{ }(click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)["Kailee set me up with this job," she says, strumming her fingers on the counter. "The owner is, like, her uncle or something. But she //always// calls in sick." She rolls her eyes. [[Leave|ICE CREAM PARLOR]]]]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>11)[(display:"SPANKING MAGGIE")](else:)[She grins. "You wish, sweetie." Then she absently applies her lip gloss with a flourish that suggests the conversation is over.]]]{ }(click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>6)[Right up until the grin spreads across Maggie's face, you hadn't noticed just how sharp her incisors have always been. You also didn't notice the hint of crazy in her eyes, like a spark leaping off sea-green flint. "You need me to spank you?" she purrs. "Well, okay. I //guess// I can help you with that." So Maggie (perhaps too excitedly) climbs over the counter and pulls a stool from the bar by the window. "Okay, I want you to put your hands here -- good, like that. Now stick your butt out, like this --" She models the pose she wants you to strike, looking a bit like a pin up girl on an old-timey nude calendar. You turn and see that some people passing on the sidewalk are starting to glance inside, wondering what the unusual display is about. You groan. //Maybe this was a bad idea.// [[Follow her instructions]<follow| [Change your mind]<change|]<decision|{ }(click:?follow)[(replace:?decision)[You decide to go along with Maggie, even though you see, as you arch your back and stick out your chest, hands flat on the barstool, that a crowd is forming outside the window. Maggie beams with pride, then goes to the window to wave. She winks flirtatiously at one of the boys with his nose comically pressed against the glass. "Can we just get this started?" you whine. (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!](set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1) "You just can't wait, can you?" Maggie says, patting you on the head. "Well, then, let's get the ball rolling!" You feel her fingers reaching roughly into your waistband, and you close your eyes tightly as you feel your jeans and panties being yanked down. You can't help but glance out the window and notice that most of the people in front of the sidewalk are laughing now and taking out their cell phones. You wince, biting your lip, and bracing yourself for the spanking to come. (display:"SPANKED BY MAGGIE")]]{ }(click:?change)[(replace:?decision)[You step back from the stool, jamming your hands into your back pockets. "I -- I don't know, Maggie, I'm...I'm starting to think maybe -- maybe I don't need a spanking that bad right now, after all..." Maggie arches one eyebrow and puts her hand on her hip. "Oh?" she says. "Y-yeah, I think I ought to...maybe I ought to just, I don't know...give myself a time-out or something." Without warning, Maggie lunges forward and grabs you by your shoulders. She throws you over the stool, and you grunt as your tummy hits the padding, knocking the air out of your lungs. Before you have time to recover, you feel Maggie's long fingernails exploring the waistband of your underwear, reaching in, and pulling har, baring your bottom to the onlookers, who gasp excitedly and start to cheer. [[Fight back]<fight| [Submit to your spanking]<submit|]<choose|{ }(click:?fight)[(replace:?choose)[//Wait a minute -- she can't do this to me!// you think to yourself as the cool air of the ice cream parlor wafts over your bare bum. //I'm (print:$name) -- and I don't have to take this!// You turn quickly, reach back, and grab a handful of Maggie's wavy brown hair. (if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[Maggie's eyes go wide as you pull her towards you so her bountious chest presses against yours. You stand to your full height, and Maggie looks up into your eyes, lip quivering. Even with your pants in a bunch around your knees, it's clear who has the authority here. "I said," you say to Maggie, "I changed my mind." In a small voice she begins to reply -- but you don't have time to listen. It's time to show Maggie -- and the crowd outside -- who's boss. [[Spank Maggie->SPANKING MAGGIE]]](else:)[Maggie is surprised for a moment, then regains her composure. She takes you by your wrist and forces your arm down against your bare back as your shirt rides up. You struggle, but only succeed in making your pants drop farther down your legs. You're a goner. You close one eye and bite your lip, clenching your butt cheeks together as you see Maggie's arm raised in your periphery. (display:"SPANKED BY MAGGIE")]]]]{ }(click:?submit)[(replace:?choose)[//There's no use in fighting it,// you think to yourself. //I'm about to get spanked, and there's nothing I can do about it.// You close one eye and bite your lip, clenching your butt cheeks together as you see Maggie's arm raised in your periphery. (display:"SPANKED BY MAGGIE")]]]]](else:)["Spank you?" Maggie looks at you with an expression somewhere between disgust and concern. "No way. Nuh-uh."]]]{ }(else:)[It takes several moments for Maggie to realize you are waiting for her and to look up from her phone. "Oh, hey -- what can I get you?" [Buy something]<buy|(click-replace:?buy)[(unless:$money>0)[You don't have any money, unfortunately.](else:)[//It's a bit chilly for ice cream right now. Besides,// you think, looking with dismay at the menu board, //this place is crazy expensive.//]](if:$care_package_quest is 1)[ ["Did you guys get a package for (print:$name) today?"]<pack|(click-replace:?pack)[ Maggie tilts her head, confused. "A package?"(set:$care_package_quest=$care_package_quest+1) "Yeah," you explain. You tell her about the care package and your mom's mistake. Maggie's soft brown eyes are attentive, and she makes small "Uh-huh" and "Ohhh" noises to show she's listening -- but still, you get the sense like she's just waiting to go back to her phone. You glance down at the phone screen and see that she's texting someone named Doug. "Oh, okay," she says when you're done. "Welcome to Puttsdale!" She grins at you. "I bet it's an adjustment." You scoff a little at the understatement, scratching your head. "Anyway, though, we didn't get any packages. Sorry." "Well, does someone live upstairs?" you ask. Maggie nods hesitantly. "Yeeeaaaah, but," she says, "I'm not sure if she got it either." "Is there anyway you could ask her?" "Well," Maggie begins, "I don't really know her very well. She's pretty new in town, too, so nobody really knows her deal yet. And -- sorry, not to be mean, but -- she's a little weird." "How so?" Maggie leans in with a well-practiced side glance. You sense gossip. "She's like -- into paranormal stuff." "Like, ghosts and aliens and that sort of thing?" She nods sagely. Her breasts jiggle slightly, her two milky-white baubles smooshed together, forming a deep groove in the window above the top button of her collared uniform shirt. //They're huuuuu -- wait, snap out of it! Focus!// "Yeah, so," Maggie goes on, "that's really all I know about her. She's never even told me her name. I saw her leave this morning when I came in. She's hardly ever around, so I'm not sure if I'll see her on my shift. But you know, you could try to find her -- maybe she //does// have it! You never know." "Okay, thanks!" you say. "Do you have any idea where she might be?" Maggie looks up to the ceiling, thinking hard. "Ummmm...Well, you know, she always comes back with big stacks of science fiction books and all that stuff. Maybe she's at the library."(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Science Fiction Section")) "Got it. Thanks so much for your help." "No problem!" she replies cheerily. And without asking if you want any ice cream, she goes back to texting Doug.]] [[Leave->ICE CREAM PARLOR]]]

(if:$ela_loc is "home")[(set:$ela_visit=$ela_visit+1)You follow her to the kitchen, and she takes a seat at the table. Elaine seems comfortable around you now -- and at this point, you feel comfortable around her. As you go to take your seat at the table, you clear your throat to get her attention. ](if:$relationships contains "Elaine Ling - FRIEND")[Elaine looks up at you. Her black bangs hang over her glasses in sunlit strands, and she smiles shyly. "What's up, (print:$name)?" she asks in her soft and scratchy voice. [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>3)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>15)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:3 SUB:15 AUT:4 TOL:3 NEED PADDLE**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[You and Elaine get to talking, and it turns out you have a lot in common. She's bright, funny, and perhaps overly polite. (set:$chance=(random:1,2))(if:$chance is 1)["My grandma is really, really strict about manners," she says with a laugh. "Sometimes my friends make fun of me for never cursing and stuff like that. But they know that if I did, I'd get my butt beat!"](if:$chance is 2)["There's this guy at school," she says, "who never leaves me alone. Doug Boyle. He's, like, the ultimate scam artist." She rolls her eyes. "He likes to 'prank' me, for some reason."(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"DOUG BOYLE - KNOWN")) "Sounds like he likes you," you say flatly. Elaine blushes and gives you a dark look. "No way." Her face softens. "He's actually really smart -- maybe as smart as me. But he doesn't apply himself for anything except dumb stuff." //Sounds like you might like him too...// you think, and smirk.]]]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>4)[(unless:$elaineSORE>0)["You...want to spank me?" Elaine says in a small voice. Her cheeks flush red. "Don't you think I get spanked enough?"(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKING ELAINE")]](else:)[Elaine shakes her head meekly. "N-not right now. My…my bottom still stings from last time. So…maybe later?" You aren't sure if she's pleading or compromising. Either way, it's pretty clear she's had enough for now.]](else:)["What?" she says, looking up at you in disbelief. "But I haven't done anything wrong!"]]]{ }(click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>3)["You…you want me to spank you?" Elaine says in a small voice. It’s clear from the look you’re getting that you’ll have to throw yourself at the girl with your bottom in the air before she’ll feel comfortable disciplining you. So that’s precisely what you do. You pull a chair out from the table and drag it across the linoleum to where Elaine is sitting, wide-eyed, text-book still open in her lap. Then you drape yourself over the back of the chair and hold the front legs tightly. You glance back at Elaine over your shoulder — she’s got your behind about 5 inches from your face and is red with embarrassment. She tries to look away, as though distracted by something on the floor. "Come on, Elaine," you say. "It’s not going to spank itself!" You give your bottom a little wiggle. "W—well, I-I don’t see why //I// have to —" "Oh, come on Elaine!" you say, pleading and sardonic. "Haven’t you always wondered what it’s like on the other end of one of these?" Elaine face flushes darker. Now she’s about the same shade as the ripe tomatoes you can see through the kitchen window, spilling out from the hanging pots on the back porch. The vines are deep, healthy green, ropes of them lush with leaves and fruit — the sun pours in through the spotless glass (//Cleaning those windows must be one of Elaine’s many chores…// you think). You find yourself wondering if anyone can see you through the window, bent over for a spanking — the thought sends your heart fluttering. You wonder if Elaine is feeling that too. Now Elaine stands up and places her hand on your backside. You grin and look back at her. She grins back at you, then gives you a nod. "Teach me a lesson, Elaine," you say, arching your back to place your behind in better positioning.(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+2) She palms your right butt cheek gently. "Okay, (print:$name). But I’m not holding back just because you’re my friend. This is going to sting."(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKED BY ELAINE")]](else:)[Elaine looks down. "I...I don't think I can do that...I wouldn't want to hurt you."]]] [[[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]]<exit|]{ }(else:)[(set:$ela_visit=$ela_visit+1){  }(unless:$inventory contains "balm")[//Mia must have taught her this was the way to treat guests,// you think to yourself. She brings the steaming mug to you, sits (a bit tenderly) in the seat across from you, and continues with her work.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Elaine Ling - KNOWN")) You enjoy your tea as Elaine works, pondering her tongue as her pencil scratches across the pages. She’s so focused that you can harly think to interrupt her with conversation. When you finish your tea, you stand to leave, and she gives you a shy smile on your way out. [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]](else:)[[{ }[Give her the balm]<balm| [Keep it]<keep|]<gift|{ }(click:?balm)[(replace:?gift)["I, uh, brought you something," you say. "Hm?" Elaine says, turning as she pours. You take out the soothing balm Esther gave you. "So, I know your grandma is really strict. I thought this might help you a bit." Elaine tilts her head and takes the balm. After reading the label, her eyes light up. "Oh! This would be great! Thank you so much!" She clutches it to her chest excitedly...but then her face falls. "Only," she says, looking down at the balm. "What?" "My grandma doesn’t like me using lotion or anything, because she says it takes away from the lesson. If my hands smell like soothing balm, she’s get mad." You pause, thinking for a moment. "Well, //I// could put it on for you. That way your hands wouldn't smell." She looks up in horror. "And see my //butt//, totally naked?" You shrug. "I already have," you remind her. She opens her mouth to object, then realizes you’re right. She bites her lip, weighing the options. Her hand reaches back to her still sore bottom, and she sighs. "...Okay. Let’s...let’s go to my room." She hands you the balm. She leads you to her bedroom, which is brightly and childishly decorated. Her bed is covered in plush toys. Her book bag sits at the foot of the bed, crammed with huge textbooks. Elaine’s face glows red with embarassment as she lies down on the blue comforters of her bed and pulls down her blue jeans. Her panties are pink and decorated with rainbows. "D-don’t laugh," she pleads. "My grandma makes me wear little-kid underwear." You clasp your hand over your mouth to stiffle a laugh. //Poor girl,// you think. //It’s a little funny, though.// Then she pulls down her panties to expose her soft, caramel-colored bottom – tinged pink, still, with some dark red marks from the edge of the hairbrush. The spanking, you can tell, must have been intense. You give a low whistle. "I know, it’s awful," Elaine says into her pillow, burying her face in shame. "J-just put the cream on, okay?" "You know, Elaine," you say, glomming some of the balm onto your fingers. "Even with the marks, your butt isn’t half bad looking." You grin, and she looks over her shoulder at you with innocent surprise. "...R-really?" "Uh-huh," you reply. "Now hold still, because this might sting a little." As you dab the balm onto Elaine’s backside, she hisses sharply. "It’s //cold!//" she whines. But you continue rubbing in the lotion until her right butt cheek has a glossy finish, and she sighs with relief. "Oh, that...that feels..." You scoop out some more balm and apply it liberally to her other thigh. "Aah! Oh, that’s nice," she says, her breath coming in small hiccups. She’s arching her back to present her bottom for more balm, perhaps without even realizing. As you smear the balm across her hot buns, your fingers explore. Once, when you’re rubbing in a glob of balm into the deep crevace between her round cheeks, she cries out with a tiny, "Eep!" and presses her face deeper into the pillow. Other than that one moment, though, Elaine doesn’t seem to mind any more that you’re touching her behind. In fact, she seems to like it.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Elaine Ling - KNOWN")) "Oooh, (print:$name)," she groans contentedly, her eyes crossing. "That feels...so...//good//." Finally, Elaine’s whole butt is coated in balm, and the jar is almost empty. (set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"balm")) You dismount her legs, and she smiles at you nervously as you stand. "That should help," you say, wiping balm off your hands. "Thank you," she says. She pulls up her pants and stands. "That was...really nice of you." "Don’t mention it," you say. "I better get going. See you around?" Elaine’s face brightens at the thought of seeing you again. "Yeah! Of course. S-see you around." And with a flirty wink that makes Elaine’s blush darken, you leave. (color:yellow)[+1 TRUSTWORTHINESS!](set:$trustworthiness =$trustworthiness+1)(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Elaine Ling - FRIEND")) [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]](set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"balm"))]]{ }(click:?keep)[(replace:?keep)[You decide to save the balm. //Who knows? I might even need it later myself.// You enjoy your tea as Elaine works, pondering her tongue as her pencil scratches across the pages. She’s so focused that you can hardly think to interrupt her with conversation. When you finish your tea, you stand to leave, and she gives you a shy smile on your way out. [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]]]]]

(set:$search=(random:1,7))(if:$search is 1)[Beneath the stacks of unpaid bills and dirty underwear, you find...more stacks of unpaid bills and dirty underwear. //This place is a disaster,// you think to yourself. //Only a crazy person could live like this...//](if:$search is 2)[You rummage through laundry and crumpled up notes from legal pads and cigarette butts and arcane connective wires until you reach the bare hardwood floor. //Nothing,// you sigh. //How does this girl find anything in here?//](if:$search is 3)[(unless:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[//What's that on the bed? Is it...glowing?// Whatever it is, it's buried in filthy clothes. Do you dare? Yes, you must! You lift a pair of unwashed panties aside to find a strange device -- it appears to be some sort of...//weapon//... It's shaped like a ray gun from a cheesy 80s sci-fi movie, but it glows with unearthly strangeness. [{ }[Take it]<take1| [Leave it]<leave1|]<decision1|(click:?take1)[(replace:?decision1)[//Well, it isn't what I came for, but it's too interesting to just leave here...// you think. You pocket the device and return the panties to their original spot. //So much for being trustworthy...// Just as you're reflecting on your own kleptomaniacal tendencies, you feel the device vibrate in your pocket. //Wait -- is this a? No way...waaaaay too big for that...And besides, what would all of these numbers be for?// The device has a small screen on the widest face, now lit up with green digits. For the first time, you notice the incription on the rim of the cyclindrical end: IPLINOMETER. //A measuring tool of some kind?// you wonder. //Measuring what?// You inspect the digits on the miniature screen, which appear to be left from the last time the device was used -- perhaps, you think, Wren tried using it on herself. The screen reads: **DOM: 7 SUB: 11 AUT: 9 TOL: 8 NEED BRUSH** //Looks like a list of stats. From a video game or something.// You wonder if the tool might actually be worth filching after all.(set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness-1)(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"iplinometer"))]](click:?leave1)[(replace:?decision1)[You decide to leave it where it is.(set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness+1) (color:yellow)[+1 TRUSTWORTHINESS!]]]](else:)[You already found the strange device -- it has some sort of alien language written on the side. There's nothing else on the bed.]](if:$search is 4)[(unless:$inventory contains "camera")[//Hmm, what's this?// You pull what appears to be a wrist strap out of a stack of old tabloids. It is attached to a polaroid camera. //In a town like this, I could really use a camera...// you think. Although your momma always did teach you not to take what isn't yours. [{ }[Borrow it]<take2| [Leave it]<leave2|]<decision2|(click:?take2)[(replace:?decision2)[//Well, it isn't what I came for, but it's too interesting to just leave here...// you think. You pocket the camera and return the tabloids to their original spot. //So much for being trustworthy...//(set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness-1)(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"camera"))]](click:?leave2)[(replace:?decision2)[You decide to leave it where it is. (set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness+1) (color:yellow)[+1 TRUSTWORTHINESS!]]]](else:)[You've already borrowed the camera (with the promise that you'll eventually bring it back). There's nothing else of interest on the desk.]](if:$search >4)[(unless:$inventory contains "care package")[After a few minutes of lifting items and moving furniture through the debris, you notice something peeking from behind the closet door. "There you are!" you say out loud. You pull the door closed and pull a brown box out from behind it. //My care package -- finally!// You think. //Can't wait to get home and open this thing...//(set:$inventory=$inventory + (a: "care package"))(set:$care_package_quest=0)](else:)[You already found the care package behind the door, there's nothing there now.]] [[Continue to search->WREN'S APARTMENT - SEARCH ROOM]](if:$inventory contains "care package")[ [Leave]<leave|(click-replace:?leave)[//Well, I got what I needed,// you think to yourself. You place the key under the mat and turn the lock so that the door with lock as you leave. After one last check to make sure you haven't forgotten anything, you decide you can now return downstairs. [[Go downstairs->ICE CREAM PARLOR]]]]

You take a moment to look in the mirror, reflecting on yourself and how you've grown since coming to this strange small town. You peel down your jeans and turn for a look at your bum.(if:$status>0)[(display:"STATUS")](else:)[ Right now, your bottom is unspanked.] CHARISMA:(print:$charisma) TRUSTWORTHINESS:(print:$trustworthiness) AUTHORITY:(print:$authority) TOLERANCE:(print:$tolerance) SUBMISSIVENESS:(print:$submissiveness) DOMINANCE:(print:$dominance) Ready to head out? (display:"SAVE") [[Leave->EMPTY APARTMENT]]

(if:$elaine_reaction is 1)[(unless:$petra_aftermath is 1)[The door slams behind them as two figures come struggling out onto the front yard. //This oughtta be good...// you think. "-- and if you think this will be any different in college, Petra, well," her mother shakes her head, "you've got another thought //coming!//" She's dragging Petra by the arm with one hand, carrying a three-legged stool with the other. Petra is sobbing, digging her heels into the grass but, despite her efforts, skidding across the lawn in tow. Each time her skirt flaps, you can see the dark crimson of a recent hairbrush spanking all across her thighs. "Mom! N-not in front of the whole neighborhood again! I'm too old for this!" Her mother plants the stool near the front of the lawn, just a few feet from the sidewalk. "Up! Now!" Her daughter whimpers but dares not to disobey. She kneels on the stool with her backside facing the street. Her mother then pulls Petra's skirt up over her back as casually as you might lay a tablecloth -- Petra's bottom, clad only in thin, white panties, is deep red with some dark, purplish marks. She hovers just above her feet, too sore to set her bottom down on her legs. "You'll stay here until your father or I come and get you for supper. Do you understand me?" her mother says sternly.(set:$pet_loc="home")(set:$petra_aftermath=1) Petra, still sniffling, nods miserably. "Good! I want the whole neighborhood to know that my daughter gets //disciplined// for bad grades." Her mother glances at the girl's tender heinie, then, looking satisfied, she walks back inside, slamming the screen door behind her. From where you're standing, you can hear the girl crossly mutter a reply: "You already //spank// me loud enough that they //do//." But she apparently doesn't dare to disobey. So t](else:)[T]here she kneels: skirt lifted, bottom cherry-red, white panties riding up between her cheeks, on display for the whole neighborhood to see. //And what a sight it is,// you think. All you can wonder as you're gazing on her behind is: [[What did her face look like when she was getting spanked?]<dom| [How did it feel when the brush clapped down on her butt?]<sub|]<reaction|(click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)[//What did her face look like when she was getting spanked?// you think. You imagine her biting her lip, squirming, flushing with embarassment and humiliation. One of your favorite parts of a well-done spanking is the facial expression the spankee makes -- and this one was definitely well done. (set:$dominance = $dominance+1)[[Talk to her->PETRA STREVETSKY]]]](click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)[//How did it feel when the brush clapped down on her butt?// you think. You bite your lip, imagining the surge of pain she must have felt as the hard back of the hairbrush made impact with her bottom. If only you could find someone to spank //you// like that... (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!] (set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1)[[Talk to her->PETRA STREVETSKY]]]]]

(if:$relationships contains "Petra Strevetsky - FRIEND")[{  }(if:$pet_loc is "home")[Petra smiles at you, tilting her head. Her bird-nest hair rests in a tangled mass atop her head, and she's wearing an old red sweatshirt streaked with pancake batter. She grins: "What's on your mind, (print:$name)?" [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>1)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>7)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[(unless:$petra_spanked_weed is 2)[You talk to Petra and the time flies by. It turns out you like all the same books, all the same movies, all the same video games...and Petra is very sharp (even if her report card tells another story). Finally, Petra gasps and says, "Oh my gosh! We were just talking for a whole hour!" (set:$time=$time+6)It only felt like a few minutes...](else:)[You get to talking. Soon, though, Petra's eyes widen as she remembers what she wanted to tell you. "Okay, so I need to tell you what happened last night, after we, you know --" She puts her fingers to her lips and makes a soft, noiseless whistle: the universal sign for //smoked a blunt.//(set:$petra_spanked_weed=3) "Oh?" you say, trying and failing to keep the intrigue of your voice. "Did you get caught?" She laughs. "Oh //god// yeah. I tried to climb in the window. Realized too late that it wasn’t //my// window." "Ooh." "Yeah. And of course I still smelled like pot, so once my parents were up, it was game over. Midnight spanking of a //lifetime//." "That bad?" "How about I just show you?" Petra turns around and sticks her bottom out at you: even clad in saggy gray sweatpants, her figure is great, and her hips especially have an undeniable appeal. As she’s kneeling on the bed, she pulls the seat of her sweatpants down to her thighs, using both thumbs to flick down her underpants and reveal – "Whoa." "Yeah. //Whoa.//" Her bottom has been thoroughly worked over – every inch of her pale and freckly thighs are scarlet red, dark in places and hot all around to the touch. "I think I still must be a little high," she says, giggling, "because otherwise I’d just be bawling my eyes out. Mom used the belt, and Dad just spanked me with his hand for what felt like three hours. I mean, I know that time dilates when you’re high, but for real..." You give a low whistle. Your pretty sure you can still hear the swats ringing if you listen close enough.(if:$relationships contains "Petra Strevetsky – PARTNER")[ "Hey (print:$name)," Petra says after a pause. She’s grinning now, a half-sheepish, half-mischevious grin. "wanna kiss me now?" You look at her bottom, at the way she arches her back invitingly, and you know immediately what she means. Petra’s apple-red bottom is beckoning to you, and Petra is watching you closely. [[Kiss her bottom]<yes| [Don’t]<no|]<answer|{ }(click:?yes)[(replace:?answer)[You learn over and press your lifts to Petra’s right cheek, which feels as warm as though she had a fever. She gasps slighly, then tenderly reaches back with both hands, spreads her cheeks, and leans forward to show you her center, the must vulnerable parts of her, where the flesh is still pale. You brush your lips against her backdoor and she moans appreciatively. She squeals as you take her sore buttock in your grasp and widen her so that your touch can reach the lips of her vulva, your nose pressing the button of her rear. Then you give her a //real// kiss down there, and Petra has to stiffle an ecstatic wail that would otherwise have been hear throughout the house. She buries her face in the pillows as you work, your face pressing against her warm cheeks and your tongue inside of her. She reaches back to stroke herself desperately. Petra cums almost noiselessly, her cries muffled by the pillow, her legs tensely, feet lifting and twisting. You rise up as she’s looking back at you with eyelids fluttering, mouth open, red hair pressed to her face – And you give her heinie one hard //swat//. "Ooohhaa!" Petra cries as her orgasm shudders her body and turns the stinging pain to fine pleasure. She starts to laugh, rolling over on her side panting. "You’re a good kisser, (print:$name)," she says between gasps. You both lie there cuddled with Petra for a while, basking in the afterglow, before it’s time to leave.]]{ }(click:?no)[(replace:?answer)["I think I’d burn my lips," you say, and Petra laughs. She kisses you sweetly on the cheek and lifts her undies and sweatpants back over her bottom.]]]]]]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(unless:$petraSORE>0)[(if:$authority>5)["Hey, Petra -- we've been talking for a while, and you seem really bright." She laughs and says sarcastically, "Gee, thanks, (print:$name)." "I'm serious! But I remember, the first time we met, you were getting punished for having low grades. This is your last report card before college, and you told you you've got a scholarship to protect -- but your progress report had Fs on it! Why is that?" Petra looks down. Her cheeks are flushed. "I-I guess I'm just not motivated enough." "Yeah," you say. "That's what I thought, too. Which is why you need some help. As your friend, Petra, I'm going to discipline you for not giving school your full effort. I'm going to give you a motivation spanking." Petra's eye are downcast, but she nods. "I-I think that's a good idea." "Get up onto the bed, then. Let's get this started right now."(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKING PETRA")]](else:)[You tell Petra that you're concerned about her grades, but she only laughs it off. "I really think you should be more disciplined, Petra," you say. "What? Are you gonna //punish// me?" Petra says playfully. She's teasing you -- to give Petra a spanking, you'll need to be more authoritative.]](else:)["I've had all the spanking my bottom can bear today," Petra says, frowning pitifully and rubbing her sore behind.]]]{ }(click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>5)["Oh?" Petra says, arching one eyebrow. "So you’ve been naughty?"(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1) You nod timidly. "We can’t have that, now," Petra says playfully. She takes you by the waist and pulls you towards her on the bed. "I’ll have to give you a spanking, just like you would to me. Lie down over my lap, (print:$name) —it’s time for your punishment." "M…yes, Petra —" "What was that?" Petra says sternly, taking you by a fistful of your hair. "Eep! Yesssss //ma’am//, ow! Yes //ma’am!//" Petra grins. Her reddish hair is illuminated by the clunky black desktop perched precariously on the shelf over her bed next to a stack of disordered books and a pile of pocket change. Her hazel eyes glow, and the shadows on her freckled face add to the mischief dancing in her sharp-toothed smile. "Better. Now, I’m going to spank you over my knee, and you might whine and you might beg, but I’m not going to stop until your bottom is nice and red, and your lesson is learned. Understand?" You nod with your chin pressing against the mattress, feeling Petra’s hand caress your backside. A shiver runs through you like a babbling brook. "But first, I need to know: just how naughty were you?" Petra says. "That way, I know how hard to discipline you." [["Well…I just…need a reminder, is all…please don’t go too hard."]<soft| ["Oh, I’ve been very, very bad. My ass deserves a long, hard spanking."]<hard|]<choice|{ }(click:?soft)[(replace:?choice)["I’ll go easy on you," Petra says reassuringly. "After all, I know you aren’t //that// naughty." She strokes your hair lightly, then trails her fingers down your back until they tickle your behind. Then she raises her hand.(set:$spanking_type="soft")(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKED BY PETRA")]]]{ }(click:?hard)[(replace:?choice)["Good," Petra says, grinning. "That’s what I like to hear. I’m going to spank your butt red, you naughty (print:$gender) — brace yourself!" She pats your bum softly, then more sternly, a warm up. Then she raises her hand. (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!](set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1)(set:$spanking_type="hard")(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKED BY PETRA")]]]](else:)["Hm. I don't know if you're ready for that yet..." Petra says. You pout, and she laughs, then pats the top of her head. "Maybe if you were a bit...tougher?"]]]{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:1 SUB:7 AUT:5 TOL:5**] [[[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]]<exit|]{  }(if:$pet_loc is "high school")[As Petra sees you, her faces lights up in a smile. She waves at you and begins to write something out on a note. You approach her carefully, hearing the low drone of the teacher from the front of her classroom. "Here," she says just as you come within a foot of the window pane. She tosses out the paper, stifling a giggle. You pick up the note and sit under the window sil to unfurl it. It says: ==><== HEY NEW BEST FRIEND <== You grin. Then you feel something tapping your head. It's Petra, dangling a pencil out the window. What will you write back? [[//Stop being so naughty and listen to your teacher//]<dom| [//Aren't you scared of getting caught?//]<sub|]<note|{ }(click:?dom)[(replace:?note)[(set:$dominance=$dominance+1)You pass your note up over your head. After a moment, the note drifts back down to you from the window. ==><== :( OKAY TEACH ME A LESSON LATER? <== You stand up and give Petra a knowing glance as you tuck the note into your pocket. Your hoping your expression says: //I'm keeping this, so you remember you asked for it later.// She winks at you, bites her fingertip, and redirects her attention back to class. //Seems like the message was received,// you think. Still grinning, you walk away. (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!] [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]]]{ }(click:?sub)[(replace:?note)[You pass your note up over your head. After a moment, the note drifts back down to you from the window. ==><== NO! THIS CLASS IS DUMB ANYWAY <== Just as you're flattening the note against your knee to write a response, you hear someone say sharply: "Petra? Are you listening?" Petra stammers something in response. You sink lower beneath the window, praying you aren't seen. "Don't give me your excuses, missy. You've been looking out that window for this whole review. How many times must I say: this material is on the test! Petra, please come up here." There's a hush in the classroom, a few low //Ooohs!//, and the sound of Petra's chair scraping as she stands. "Come here now, don't be shy. We don't have time for this. Bend over here, that's a good girl. Skirt up, missy -- there you are. Enough with the remarks, please, Doug, or you'll be next. Petra, you're getting 10 swats with the rule for not paying attention in class -- and if I catch you staring out that window again, it'll be 20. Understand? Good." //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// You hear Petra squeal in pain, and you cringe. //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// "Don't put your hands back there! You know better than to do that -- grip the front of the desk there -- that's good. Reach back again and I'll start over. Understand?" A whimpered response. //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!//(set:$petraSORE=3) "Now be seated, Petra, and do try to focus. We haven't any more time to waste." You hear the sound of Petra shuffling back to her seat, then sitting on a sore bottom, hissing in pain. As the teacher resumes the lesson, you decide that you'd better leave before you cause poor Petra any more trouble. You scamper away without looking back! [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]]]]]{ }(else:)[(if:$day_count is 2)[(unless:$relationships contains "Petra Strevetsky - FRIEND")[You approach the girl carefully, and she spots you out of the corner of her eye. Sniffling, she pleads to you: "Please, don't stare at me -- okay?" "I just want to know what happened." Petra sighs. "I-it's my report card, I --" She recites the next lines as though she's heard them explained many times: "When I get a 'C,' I get a hairbrush spanking. A 'D' gets the belt. And an 'F' gets the cane." She sighs, her legs trembling slightly. "At least I didn't get any Ds this time." She glances up at you. "You think this is fair?" [{ }["Yes, you deserved this."]<deserve| ["No way. Your mom is nuts."]<not|]<answer|(click:?deserve)[(replace:?answer)[Petra sobs softly. "I'm such an idiot," she says. "How could I have let my grades get this low?" You shrug. You don't have much pity for this sort of thing. As you walk away, you can hear her crying softly. //Guess she knows I'm right,// you think to yourself. (set:$dominance=$dominance+1)(color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!]]](click:?not)[(replace:?answer)[Through her tears, you catch a glimmer of a smile. She sniffs and says. "Thanks. It's nice of you to say that.(unless:$relationships contains "Petra Strevetsky - FRIEND")[ I'm Petra, by the way." (set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Strevetsky House")) You introduce yourself. (set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Petra Strevetsky - FRIEND"))](else:)["] "Come by tomorrow, we can hang out," she says. You agree. //I'll definitely stop by...so long as I don't have to talk to her parents!//]] [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]]](else:)[(if:$pet_loc is "display")[You're worried that if you talk to her, her parents might come out to see what's going on. //I should stay out of things,// you think, glancing sideways at Petra's seared rear end. //It's for the best...// [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]](if:$pet_loc is "high school")[Better not try to talk to her while she's in class. You don't know her well enough to get her in trouble... [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]]]]

(unless:$wre_loc is "library")[{ }(unless: $inventory contains "library book")[There's no one in the sci-fi aisle, but you take a look around anyway. Huge paperbacks with worn covers and flashy fonts pack the shelves. A couple of titles stand out to you: [{ }[//Proclamation IV: The Reckoning of Wren//]<wren| [//Enemy Request: A Charisma Glitch in the Info Age//]<charisma| Would you like to take out one of these books from the library?]<book|(click:?wren)[(replace:?book)[(set:$booktaken=1)You take the book off the shelf. You can check it out at the front desk.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(array:"library book")) (set:$literature="//Proclamation//")] [[Leave->LIBRARY]]](click:?charisma)[(replace:?book)[(set:$booktaken=1)You take the book off the shelf. You can check it out at the front desk.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(array:"library book")) (set:$literature="//Enemy Request//")] [[Leave->LIBRARY]]] ](else:)[You've already got a library book out -- to check out another at this time would just be selfish. [[Leave->LIBRARY]]]]{ }(else:)[You round the corner to the sci-fi aisle and nearly run headfirst into none other than Wren Glacey. "(print:$name)!" she exclaims. Then she drops her voice low. "(print:$name), I need your help with something. How well do you know Libby Martin?" "The librarian?" you say. (if:$given contains "Libby Martin")[Images of your most recent spanking at Libby's hands flash through your mind, and you swallow dryly. ]"Pretty well, I guess..." "Good," Wren says. "I need you to ask her for permission to go in the archives." "Archives?" Wren nods urgently. "Please? I really want to see what's down there, but Libby won't let me! All because I got coffee on //one// book..." she pouts, then turns back to you with hope gleaming in her eyes. "Please? Just ask her for the key to the archives -- I only need it for today, I'll give it right back!" You frown. "Does this have something to do with that floppy disk file on your computer?" Wren looks confused. "Floppy disk?" The she blushes, shaking her head. "N-no, that's something different. This is for //research//!" It's not that you're against research -- it's that you're against whatever //Wren// considers to be research. Still, you can't so no to those cloudy gray eyes and that winning smile. You sigh, and taking this for the "yes" it is, Wren hugs you ecstatically. "Thankyouthankyou//thankyou!//" she cries. "You have no idea what this means to me! We are //finally// going to get to the bottom of this!" //...We?// ==><== * <== Libby Martin is skeptical, but since she doesn't have any reason to deny your request, she gives in. When she sees Wren with you she almost takes it back -- but in the end, she settles for giving you a 20 minute long lecture on proper archive practices and sends you off with a warning. "If I find //any// damage on those papers..." she says. She doesn't need to finish the thought. Wren leads you to a modest door towards the back wall of the library marked with a faded sign: //AUTHORIZED PERSONAL ONLY//. She turns the key, and your investigation begins... [[Go inside|STORY 1 - WREN]]]

MONEY: $(print:$money) What would you like to buy? [[Coffee - $1.25]<coffee| [Pastry - $2.50]<pastry|]<purchase|{ }(click:?coffee)[(replace:?purchase)[(unless:$money<1.25)[You buy a drip coffee, and Tom pours it for you into a black mug.(set:$coffee=$coffee+1)(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Thomas Sly"))(set:$money=$money-1.25)(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"coffee"))(if:$coffee > 1)[(unless:$relationships contains "Thomas Sly - Friend")["But wait...you still have you coffee from before," Tom says, noting you suspiciously. You wither a bit under his gaze, shrugging. "I just...needed more?" The truth is, you've been looking for excuses to talk to the ruggedly handsome young baker.(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Tom's Apartment")) The baker continues to regard you with puzzlement, and perhaps a bit of disdain...then, his face cracks into a broad smile. He laughs easily and finishes pouring. "Have it your way, my friend," he says. "Anyone who likes coffee enough to buy two is alright with me." From there, you and Thomas actually really hit it off. Turns out he isn't much older than you are, and this is his Dad's business. "I own it now, though," he says. "And I live upstairs." You talk about the town, some general complaints, and what little you know about sports, and by the end you feel that you and Tom are pretty close. It turns out he's as much of a nerd about beer and breweries as you are. "Come by sometime after the bakery closes," he says. "Bring a six-pack. I'll make some snacks. We can hang out and talk. It's always good to have another friend in this town."(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Thomas Sly - FRIEND"))]] [[Drink]<drink|(if:$relationships contains "Julia Acrostic")[{ }(if:$jul_loc is "bakery")[ [Give]<give|]]]<action|{ }(click:?drink)[(replace:?action)[You slurp your coffee from the steaming mug until it's empty, and you feel refreshed.(set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"coffee"))]]{ }(click:?give)[(replace:?action)[You decide to take the coffee to Julia, since you noticed her cup was empty. //She'll appreciate this.// [[Bring coffee to Julia->BAKERY - BRING COFFEE TO JULIA]]]]]{ }(else-if:$inventory contains "free coffee punchcard")["Hey, I've got this thing, is it still good?" you say, handing Heidi's punchcard to Tom. He grins. "I think I might know who gave you that," he says, taking it as he prepares your coffee. He shakes his head slowly. "Heidi Krum. She's been in town for, what -- 5 days? It takes most people at least two weeks to fill these out!" He gives you your coffee and nods to the next person on line. //Huh,// you think. //I wonder how Tom and Heidi know each other?//(set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"free coffee punchcard")) [[Drink]<drink|(if:$relationships contains "Julia Acrostic")[{ }(if:$jul_loc is "bakery")[ [Give]<give|]]]<action|{ }(click:?drink)[(replace:?action)[You slurp your coffee from the steaming mug until it's empty, and you feel refreshed.(set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"coffee"))]]{ }(click:?give)[(replace:?action)[You decide to take the coffee to Julia, since you noticed her cup was empty. //She'll appreciate this.// [[Bring coffee to Julia->BAKERY - BRING COFFEE TO JULIA]]]]]{ }(else:)[You don't have enough money right now.]]]{ }(click:?pastry)[(replace:?purchase)[(unless:$money<2.50)[You buy a pastry with raspberry filling, and Tom slides it into a wax-paper bag for you to take.(set:$pastry_bought=1)(set:$money=$money-2.50)(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"pastry"))]{ }(else:)[You don't have enough money right now.]]] [[Buy something else->BAKERY - PURCHASE]] [[Close out->BAKERY]]

MONEY: $(print:$money) What would you like to buy? [[Beer - $10.75]<beer| [Wine - $18.00]<wine| [Vodka - $25.00]<vodka| [Rum - $32.00]<rum|]<purchase|{ }(click:?beer)[(replace:?purchase)[(unless:$money<10.75)[(unless:$alcohol is 1)[(set:$alcohol=1)(set:$money=$money-10.75)You purchase a six-pack of craft beer and tuck it into your knapsack.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(array:"beer"))](else:)[//I've probably got enough booze for now,// you think.]](else:)[You don't have enough money for that right now.]]]{ }(click:?wine)[(replace:?purchase)[(unless:$money<18.00)[(unless:$alcohol is 1)[(set:$alcohol=1)(set:$money=$money-18.00)You purchase a bottle of red wine and tuck it into your knapsack.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(array:"wine"))](else:)[//I've probably got enough booze for now,// you think.]](else:)[You don't have enough money for that right now.]]]{ }(click:?vodka)[(replace:?purchase)[(unless:$money<25.00)[(unless:$alcohol is 1)[(set:$alcohol=1)(set:$money=$money-25.00)You purchase a handle of vodka and tuck it into your knapsack.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(array:"vodka"))](else:)[//I've probably got enough booze for now,// you think.]](else:)[You don't have enough money for that right now.]]]{ }(click:?rum)[(replace:?purchase)[(unless:$money<18.00)[(unless:$alcohol is 1)[(set:$alcohol=1)(set:$money=$money-18.00)You purchase a handle of dark rum and tuck it into your knapsack.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(array:"rum"))](else:)[//I've probably got enough booze for now,// you think.]](else:)[You don't have enough money for that right now.]]] [[Close out->LIQUOR STORE]]

MONEY: $(print:$money) What would you like to buy? [[Soothing Balm - $10.75]<balm| [Hairbrush - $12.00]<hairbrush| [Enema - $16.50]<enema| [Thermometer - $21.00]<thermometer|]<purchase|{ }(click:?balm)[(replace:?purchase)[(unless:$money<10.75)[(set:$money=$money-10.75)You purchase a tub of berry-scented soothing balm, and the cashier gives you a look that says, //We've all been there//.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(array:"balm"))](else:)[You don't have enough money right now.]]]{ }(click:?hairbrush)[(replace:?purchase)[(unless:$money<12.00)[(unless:$inventory contains "hairbrush")[(set:$money=$money-12.00)You purchase a wooden hairbrush of surprisingly high quality. //These must be in high demand around here...// you think.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(array:"hairbrush"))](else:)[//I already have one of those,// you think.]](else:)[You don't have enough money right now.]]]{ }(click:?enema)[(replace:?purchase)[(unless:$money<16.50)[(unless:$inventory contains "enema")[(set:$money=$money-16.50)You purchase a rubber bulb enema, and the cashier gives you a look as she scans it and drops it in your bag.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(array:"enema"))](else:)[//I already have one of those,// you think.]](else:)[You don't have enough money right now.]]]{ }(click:?thermometer)[(replace:?purchase)[(unless:$money<21.00)[(unless:$inventory contains "thermometer")[(set:$money=$money-21.00)You purchase a thermometer -- this is //not// the kind that goes under your tongue...(set:$inventory=$inventory+(array:"thermometer"))](else:)[//I already have one of those,// you think.]](else:)[You don't have enough money right now.]]] [[Buy something else->PHARMACY - PURCHASE]] [[Close out->PHARMACY]]

//Julia's been working hard all day -- hell, I haven't seen her take a break since I came to town!// you think. //She might appreciate if I bring her a cup of coffee.// You take the coffee to Julia, who is so focused on her work that she doesn't even notice you standing by her table until the steam from the coffee mug is practically tickling her nose. "Hey, I got this for you," you say.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Julia Acrostic - FRIEND")) She looks up at you, confused at first. "For...me?" "Yeah. It looks like you're working hard -- you could use some fuel!" Her face lights up as she takes the cup from your hands. "That is //so sweet!//" she declares. "You just became my new favorite person." She sips her coffee carefully and, with effusive gratitude, thanks you again. "Don't mention it!" you say as you leave the table. //It's good to have the media on your side!// [[Leave->BAKERY]]

{(if:$status > 0 and $status <= 5)[(set:$bottom = "slightly pink")] (if:$status > 5 and $status <= 10)[(set:$bottom = "bright red")] (if:$status > 10 and $status <= 15)[(set:$bottom = "dark red")] (if:$status > 15 and $status <= 20)[(set:$bottom = "crimson and hot to the touch")] (if:$status > 20 and $status <= 25)[(set:$bottom = "blistering scarlet, flaming hot")] (if:$status > 25 and $status <= 30)[(set:$bottom = "painfully bruised magenta")] (if:$status > 30 and $status <= 40)[(set:$bottom = "black and blue, impossibly sore")] (if:$status > 40)[(set:$bottom = "so thoroughly spanked and sore that you can hardly think straight, purple and throbbing")]} (unless:$status is 0)[(set:$status=$status-.5)Currently, your bottom is (print:$bottom) (unless:$clothing is "naked")[under your jeans](else:)[and on full display to the entire town].](else:)[(set:$bottom="unspanked")]{ }(if:$clothing is "naked")[(set:$chance=(random:1,20))(if:$status>0)[ (if:$chance is 1)[As you're walking, a little girl holding her mommies hand points excitedly at your bare bottom. "Mommy, look! (if:$gender is "boy")[He](else-if:$gender is "girl")[She] was a bad (print:$gender)! Lookit the bad (print:$gender)!"]{ }(if:$chance is 2)[A group of teenagers passes you, snickering. "Nice cheeks!" one of them exclaims, and the others howl with laughter. You blush deepens another shade."]{ }(if:$chance is 3)[You pass an attractive woman sitting on a bench sipping coffee. She tips her to-go to you in a sort of sympathetic toast and says, "Better you than me!"]{ }(if:$chance is 4)[A cold breeze makes you stand on your tiptoes. //Oh!//]{ }(if:$chance is 5)[A woman sitting with her surly-looking teenage son lights up when she sees your bared tush. "See?" she says. "//That's// what will happen!" You don't hear his reply, but you're sure he gets the idea.](if:$chance is 6)[This street is crowded with bystanders who look at your beaten bottom with a blend of amusement, awe, and approval.]](else:)[Your bottom is no longer hot and stingingly red, so you sigh with relief and pull you underwear up again, your public punishment finally over.(set:$clothing="default")]]

(if:$relationships contains "Trent Bishop")[Trent has dewey brown eyes and disheveled hair. His face is tired, but handsome in a dark and broody way. As you approach him, he raises his eyebrows expectantly. [[Talk to him]<talk|(if:$dominance>100)[ [Spank him]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>100)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority > 20)[ [Make him follow you]<follow|]]<interact| (click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:14 SUB:8 AUT:9 TOL:9 NEED STRAP**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[]] (click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>6)[(display:"SPANKING TRENT")](else:)[]]] (click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>6)[(display:"SPANKED BY TRENT")](else:)[]]]]{ }(else:)[The young man wipes his forehead and stands out of the dirt. "Hey," he says to you as you're stepping towards him. You can't help but point to yourself, confused. //Me//? "Yeah, you -- wanna make a few extra bucks?" He reaches into his wallet. "I'll pay you 5 dollars if you help me finish this weeding. Deal?" [[Accept]<accept| [No thanks]<decline|]<choice|{ }(click:?accept)[(replace:?choice)[He grins broadly. "Hey, thanks! I'm Trent, by the way. Trent Bishop."(if:$relationships contains "Trent Bishop - KNOWN")[ Something about that last name seems familiar to you. //Oh, that's right -- Emily Bishop is the head of the PTA at the high school. This must be her son! What was she saying about him...oh yeah, REALLY lazy.// ] He takes off a gardening club and shakes your hand. You introduce yourself and say that you're new in town, and he smiles. But his tone sours when he looks back at the garden. "Look," he says. "I'm a senior, and I'm about to graduate, but my mom says I can't go to any graduation parties if I don't finish a list of chores that's, like, a mile long. So I just need a little help. Think you can help me with the weeding?" He holds out the five, and you consider the ethics of helping Trent with what was clearly meant to be a chore to build character. //Too late for that now,// you think, shrugging as you take the bill. "Awesome," he says, relieved. "Just that patch right there. I'll be inside." And with that, he drops his gardening gloves by his feet...and walks away!(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Bishop House")) //Jeez,// you think, pocketing the five. //Lazy doesn't describe the half of it. This weeding will take no time at all! What kind of spoiled brat would rather pay than spend 10 minutes in a garden?// But now you're five dollars richer, so you can hardly complain. Besides, Trent hardly seems to care what sort of job you do -- //So I guess that's up to me to decide...//(set:$money=$money+5)(replace:?exit)[] [[Continue|GARDEN]]]](click:?decline)[(replace:?choice)[Trent shrugs, annoyed. "Fine, then just go," he huffs.]]] [[[Leave|SMALL CUL-DE-SAC]]]<exit|

(if:$relationships contains "April Landsbottom")[April's large blue eyes light up as you approach her. She flicks her straight brown hair out of her face and says, "What's up?" [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>3)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>5)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact| (click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:3 SUB:5 AUT:9 TOL:7**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[]] (click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>9)[(display:"SPANKING APRIL")](else:)["You think you can spank me?" April challenges. "Listen, (print:$gender), if anyone's pretty little tush is getting bared around here, it'll be yours. Got it?]]] (click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>7)[(display:"SPANKED BY APRIL")](else:)[]]]]{ }(else:)[(unless:$viewed contains "April")[You take a closer look at the girl standing in front of the desk, alternating between sullenly looking at the floor and expectantly glancing at you. She has brown hair and striking blue eyes. She's wearing a plaid, high waisted skirt, and her soft brow is knitted by consternation, somewhere between annoyance and fear. Her white blouse is open at the top button, a purple tee beneath, small breasts and a thin waist.(set:$viewed=$viewed+(a:"April")) This is April Landsbottom. Her oldest sister runs the florist on the edge of town, and she and her two other siblings help around the shop. April is known around town as the most outgoing and chatty Landsbottom. Right now, though, her full lips are pursed shut.](unless:$April_slip is "read")[ (display:"READ SLIP")](else-if:$April_position is 0)[(display:"POSITION STUDENT")](else:)[You can take a closer looker at April's bottom to see how well your lesson is setting in. [[Inspect April's bottom->INSPECT]] (unless:$spankee_status is "naked")[(display:"BARE") ](unless:$spank_count >25)[(display:"SPANK")](else:)[You've definitely spanked April enough for one afternoon -- it's time to end the punishment. [[End spanking->ENDING]]]]]

(if:$relationships contains "DOUG BOYLE")[As you walk towards him, a mischevious glint comes to Doug's eye, and his lips curl ever-so-slightly. "Look who it is," he says. "What can I do for you, (print:$name)?" [[Talk to him]<talk|(if:$dominance>12)[ [Spank him]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>3)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make him follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:12 SUB:3 AUT:15 TOL:8 NEED STRAP**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[(unless:$pool_key_quest > 0)[Doug tells you about some of his most recent schemes, all the while leaning casually against the wall. It seems like Elaine is a frequent target of his pranks, and you ask him why. "Oh, I dunno," he says, shrugging and running a hand through his hair. "I guess I just think it's funny how she reacts." He flushes lightly. "Cute, too." He shrugs again, awkward for the first time since you've known him. "She gets mad but...she still hangs out with me and stuff. Elaine is pretty awesome, I guess." //Ah, young love.//](else:)[(unless:$pool_key_quest is 2)[If anyone would be able to help you get in to a place you're not allowed to be in, it would have to be Doug Boyle. You ask him about the key to the pool. "Looking for a gym key?" he says. Doug rummages through his pockets for a moment before producing a silver key. "Swiped it a while back, made a copy." He holds it out, but as you reach for it he pulls away. "What are you gonna give me in return?" "...Money?" you say. Doug shrugs, unimpressed. "Nah. I don't really need any cash." He gives you a lopsided grin. "I guess just come back when you think of something?"(set:$pool_key_quest=2)](else:)[(unless:$photos contains "Elaine Ling" and $afterglow is 3)[ You're still trying to find something that Doug wants to trade for the indoor pool key. //But what could it be?//](else:)[ You think you've finally got something that Doug would be willing to trade that key for... He gives you a nonchalant nod as you approach, but when you take the picture out of your pocket, his eyes brighten with interest. "Whatcha got there, (print:$name)? You think you've found something that Doug would be willing to trade that key for... He gives you a nonchalant nod as you approach, but when you take the picture out of your pocket, his eyes brighten with interest. "Whatcha got there, (print:$name)? You hold out the picture of Elaine Ling, red bottomed, smiling at the camera, her cheeks flushed and her eyes full of tears. Doug runs his hand through his hair. "No //way//!" he says. "Yes, way," you reply smugly. And she says you can use it for the Afterglow. She changed her mind." Doug’s eyes are wide as he looks at you – it seems to you to be the first time you’ve seen him be genuinely surprised. "I can’t believe it. How’d you do it?" he asks, shaking his head with amazement as he looks at the photo. You shrug. "I’ve got my secrets. Now, how about that key?" Without hesitation, Doug produces the silver key and gives it to you. He pockets the photo and shakes your hand. "Good deal. I’ll ask her again about it, just to be sure she’s cool with it, but I trust you. Mainly, I just wanna know more about this..." He leaves, tapping something out on his phone as he goes, presumably a text to Elaine. You pocket the silver key.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"pool key")) //Now to figure out what Leah’s doing in the indoor pool,// you think. The last time you saw her there, it was on a school night after 5pm. //Maybe if I go at the same time, she'll be there again...// ]]](if:$afterglow is 1)[ "Hey," you ask him, "what's this 'Afterglow' thing I've heard about?" Doug's eyes widen for a split second before his trademark impish grin returns. "You've heard of Afterglow?" He scratches the back of his head. "Only Puttsdale High School seniors are supposed to know about that. Guess the word is out." "What //is// it?" "It's sort of an unofficial yearbook," Doug says, "I started it as a joke about a month ago." He laughs, looking away as though he were thinking about it. "Basically," he explains, "it's go pictures of every students in the senior class getting spanked." "//Every// student?" Doug shrugs. "More or less." He jams his hands hands in his pockets. "Some people have //lots// of pictures. Some people have one, or none at all. Some people bring their pictures, but mostly people bring pictures of their friends getting spanked. It's funny -- no one //tries// to get in the Afterglow, but once they're in, they're sort of proud of it." "Really?" Doug shrugs again. "A bunch of people have asked to see it, usually so they can see the pics of themselves. No one has ever asked to be taken out of it, though!" He grins...but then it fades. "Except, actually, one person. And I took her out right away." "Who was that?"(set:$afterglow=2) He looks at you square in the face. "Elaine Ling."]]](click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"SPANKING DOUG")](else:)["Not a chance," he says, his handsome grin curling into a snarl.]]](click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"SPANKED BY DOUG")](else:)["No interest," Doug says, shrugging. "It's got to be //for// something -- otherwise it's not as funny.]]]] [[Leave|OUTSIDE THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE]]

(if:$relationships contains "Amanda Christmas - FRIEND")[(unless:$familiars contains "Christmas House")[The front door opens directly into the living room, and Amanda only has to take about 10 paces to fall back into his position on the couch, knees up, feet (wearing only socks) beneath her. You take off your shoes and look around. It’s a small place, but cozy in traditional millennial fashion: ironic cross-stitchings and framed pictures of hikes, things like that. (set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"Christmas House")) ]Amanda plops down and waves you over to the space next to her on the loveseat, where her dog (some kind of corgi-mix, you think) immediately lunges forward and begins licking your nose. She laughs, and the lively glow in her cheeks, that young and familiar prettiness, tugs at you. Her two twin braids reach far enough down to tickle her bare shoulders. "So, whatcha wanna do?" Amanda says. [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>20)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>8)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:20 SUB:8 AUT:5 TOL:5**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[You begin an idle conversation about the town’s attitude on corporal punishment, and Amanda practically leaps off the couch in her excitement to contribute. You get the sense that she’s been looking for someone to talk to about it for a long time. She readjusts herself and places a hand on your thigh. "Okay, honestly, I think this whole town is completely insane. They are obsessed — //obsessed!// — with spankings. Just the other day, I was walking Cookie, and I forgot a bag, so this lady comes out — with a //hairbrush//! — and spanks me right there in the middle of the neighborhood! My butt was on fire, I was crying, and there were these kids — her kids, I think — watching from the window, ohmigosh, they could see everything. It was nuts." Amanda shakes her head, trying to clear the memory. "Like, I know I’ve gotta clean up after my dog, but //jeez//, lady!" You laugh. Amanda’s pretty funny. She’s excitable, which is cute, but she’s also got a genuinely quirky sense of humor. It makes all of her stories pretty entertaining — plus, it helps that she’s getting her bare-bottom spanked in half of them. You listen with genuine interest.(unless:$inventory contains "extra clothes")[ Then you remember how you met Amanda, and you decide to ask her about the incident you saw at Mia's dry cleaning store. Amanda puffs out her cheeks and sighs, shrugging. "I really don’t know what happened," she says. "I guess my dry cleaning just got switched with someone else’s. Philia went in later and got my actual clothes, but she asked, and no one had said anything about the uniform and stuff. So they’re just hanging in my closet —" "Wait, you still have the uniform?" "Yeah! Mia wouldn’t take it back, even when I told her it wasn’t mine. And it’s not just the uniform, it’s a bunch of stuff. Want to see?" [["Sure!"->CHRISTMAS HOUSE - TAKE CLOTHES]]]]](click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>8)[(display:"SPANKING AMANDA")](else:)["Ha! As if," Amanda cackles. "I get enough spankings I //can't// get out of, thank you very much."]]](click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>5)[(display:"SPANKED BY AMANDA")(replace:?exit)[]](else:)["You...//want// a spanking?" Amanda says, blushing. You nod, and she clears her throat. "Um...no, I can't spank you right now." You can tell that deep down she wants to, but nothing is going to overcome the awkwardness of it right now. You'll have to be more experienced first.]]] [[[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]]<exit|]{ }(else:)[You decide to stop her before she leaves completely. //This whole situation is sort of interesting,// you think. So you follow her out the door and wave her down in front of the storefront."Hey," you say, "wait a second!" Amanda turns to look at you. Her dewey brown eyes are full of confusion, and she cocks her eyebow at you. "Who are you?" "I'm (print:$name). I'm new in town. I couldn't help but notice the disagreement back there. What's going on?" "Oh, it's nothing," Amanda says. "I just -- well, I think Mia mixed up my laundry with someone elses. This looks like a high schooler's stuff." She shrugs dejectedly. "I'm just gonna go ask my girlfriend about it. Maybe Mia will listen to her. Everyone listens to Philia." [["Is she the one you said was gonna spank you?"]<con| ["Why won't Mia just listen to you?"]<pro|]<reply|{ }(click:?pro)[(replace:?reply)["I don't know!" Amanda says, throwing up her hands. "It's super annoying. Probably because I'm so short." "That's not a reason not to believe someone," you say. "Well, and..." Amanda's dark cheeks flush, and she bits her lip before confessing: "I actually //have// been wrong before, so...maybe she's right to doubt me. But I swear, these clothes aren't mine!" She takes a deep breath and shakes it off. "Anyway. Did you say you were new in town?" "Yep!"(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Amanda Christmas")) "Welcome to Puttsdale! I'm pretty new here myself. But I'd love to show you around some -- believe me, it's good to have a friendly face in this town. Stop by my house sometime! We live in the ranch houses off of Piermont, and we have a flamengo lawn ornament." She smiles warmly. "I'm there just about every day, looking for stuff to do." "Sounds great!" you reply. "I'll do that, for sure."(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Christmas House")) Amanda flashes you another kind smile, then turns to walk away, waving to you as she goes. "You take care, (print:$name)!" she calls back. "This town can really take it out of you sometimes!"]](click:?con)[(replace:?reply)["Uhhh," Amanda stammers. Her face flushes, and despite the darkness of her skin, the lovely pink hue stands boldly off her cheeks. "I didn't -- think I said that loud enough for anyone to hear me..." She looks up at you, and her eyes narrow. "Don't you judge me!" she says angrily. "My girlfriend spanks me sometimes -- so what? I spank her if she messes up too! It's just that...hasn't really happened in...a while, but...why am I even telling you this? Ugh!" She turns and storms away with the bag of dry cleaning over her shoulder, crinkling as it bounces softly on her behind.]] [[Leave->UPTOWN]]]

(if:$relationships contains "Evelyn Grace")[(if:$chores >1)[Evelyn sets her pencil down with her steady hand, long fingers lingering on the desk as she looks up at you, her blue eyes blinking expectantly, framed by black glasses, her blonde hair pulled back in an efficient pony-tail. You look down: //Oh my god...my hands are quivering!// "Have you finished your chores?" she asks in a level voice. [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>42)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>5)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact| (click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:42 SUB:5 AUT:40 TOL:20 NEED SWITCH**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)["N-no, ma'am," you reply in a shakey voice. Evelyn leans back in her chair and folds her arms. "Well, then," she says. "Best get your pretty bottom to work them, hm?" You nod, your voice coming out as a squeak: "Yes, ma'am." You turn quickly and high tail it out of there.]] (click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[Evelyn has thick, sturdy thighs from years of riding horses as a girl -- which is presumably where she acquired the riding crop hanging on the wall (which you eye nervously, butterflies in your stomach). She would probably have an amazing bottom to spank...but you wouldn't dare try to spank mistress right now.]] (click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>20)[Don't worry -- if you don't finish your chores, you won't have to ask!](else:)["Oh, honey," she says, smirking slightly. "you couldn't handle me yet."]]] [[Go back->GRACE HOUSE - DO CHORES]]](else:)[Evelyn isn't in her office right now. You'll have to come back to play another day.]]{ }(else:)[You don't know Evelyn well enough to strike up a conversation. //Besides, let's be honest: I'm scared of her!//] [[Leave->GRACE HOUSE]]

(unless:$relationships contains "Aaron Hampton")[ [[Talk to him]<talk|(if:$dominance>4)[ [Spank him]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>6)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority > 40)[ [Make him follow you]<follow|]]<interact| (click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:4 SUB:6 AUT:11 TOL:11**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[]] (click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>11)[(display:"SPANKING AARON")](else:)[]]] (click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>11)[(display:"SPANKED BY AARON")](else:)[]]]]{ }(else:)[]

[["You can never have too much discipline."]<punishment| ["This one's just for fun."]<fun|]<type|{ }(click:?punishment)[(replace:?type)[Elaine rolls her eyes. "That's what Granny says." "Well, your grandmother is a wise woman. Now here, get over my lap." She sighs. You can tell the thoughts going through her head right now: of course she doesn't //want// her bottom reddened, and she doesn't think she's done anything wrong. But she knows you're a friend of Mia's -- if she's disrespectful, it'll come back to bite her on the you-know-where. So, looking frustrated, she stands with her head bowed, ready to submit to her spanking. [Bare]<bare|(click-replace:?bare)["Wait -- take your pants down first," you instruct. Elaine unbuttons her jeans and slides them off her waist, revealing blue panties with a cartoon rainbow pattern. "Your underwear is..." you begin.(set:$bare = 1) "I know," Elaine interrupts. "Granny makes me wear little girl undies. Says I'm not grown up enough to buy my clothes for myself." She seems impatient, standing there in tight-fitting panties that cling to the inside of her buns. "Should I take them off all the way?" //They hardly cover her bottom, so it's hardly protection,// you think. Still, you nod. //It's more about the message.// As though she had done it a thousand times before, Elaine pulls her too-small panties off her bottom and lets them drop to the floor, then climbs over your lap.] [[Start spanking]<spank| [Use an implement]<implement|]<spanking|{ }(click-replace:?implement)[(display:"IMPLEMENT CHOICE")]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?spanking)[(unless:$given contains "Elaine Ling")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Elaine Ling"))]//WHAP!// Elaine's bottom clenches from the impact of the first smack, which leaves a cherry red imprint of your (unless:$implement is 0)[(print:$implement)](else:)[hand] on her rump. //FWAP!// She wiggles her hips, trying to shake off the sting. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!//(set:$elaineSORE=$elaineSORE+1) "Do you have to spank so hard?" she whines. Ignoring her, you continue clapping your (unless:$implement is 0)[(print:$implement)](else:)[palm] against her (if:$bare is 1)[exposed ]backside(if:$bare is 1)[ until the peachy-flesh has a rosey circle rising on each cheek]. Elaine yelps with every spank, biting her bottom lip and shuddering. Before long, she's crying softly. (if:$bare is 1)[Her bottom is fully red, bright and warm to the touch.] [[End->ELAINE AFTERMATH]]]]]]{ }(click:?fun)[(replace:?type)[(unless:$relationships contains "Elaine Ling - PARTNER")["Maybe for you," Elaine says, avoiding eye contact. "But I don't think it's fun to get spanked..." She turns to the window, clearly done with the subject. [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]](else:)["F-fun?" she stammers. "I-I guess we could try it..." A flicker of a smile passes across her lips as she considers the implications. //This girl gets spanked so much for tiny things,// you think, //if she enjoyed being spanked, she'd be in heaven right here in her Granny's house.// "How can a spanking be fun?" Elaine tilts her head at you. You notice, for the first time, how many layers are in every one of Elaine's expressions. Her eyes are black, but they glint with knowing. Her eyebrows are thin but expressive, expectant. Her lips are pale, open. She isn't asking you a question. She's waiting for you to show her the answer. You glance up at the door, and you feel Elaine touch your hand softly. "My grandma is coming home late today." She bites her bottom lip. "Is there...something you want to show me?" Now your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Elaine stands, steps forward so her pelvis is just before you, and unbuttons the her jeans. Her eyes stay on yours as her pants slide down her thighs. She isn't wearing the panties Mia buys her today -- no video game characters or lightning bolts on these. It occurs to you that Elaine is going to be in college next year, likely one of the top students of her class. Will she bring her kiddie panties? Wear then to lectures on international politics? You look back up at Elaine, and something about the way her eyebrow twitches -- jsut a tic, you'd hardly notice if she wasn't so close -- makes you want to reach up, grab her face, and kiss her. So you do. Elaine's lips interlock with yours gingerly at first, like the sunlight in the evening seems to fade slowly before plunging to the horizon. Elaine leans into your kiss until it becomes hers, and her long fingers caress your face as you take the hem of her panties and pull them down. It's clear to both of you what needs to happen now. Elaine assumes the position. "Like this?" Elaine says softly, a grin playing a the corner of her lips. She straddles your waist until she's sitting on your lap with one leg at either side, then leans forward so her bottom is pressed, by gravity and her own small movements, into your pelvis. Her bottom splays out before you, as naked and exposed as a set of bongo drums. You bring down your hand hard on her left cheek, feeling the firm buttock dance as her feet kick up. "Oh!" A note of curiousity. Like the taste of cherry in chocolate. //PHLAP!// The naked flesh sings. "Gaha!" Elaine's hands flatten on the carpet, a reflex, before she pulls them back into fists. You can hear the smile in her voice when she says, he down towards the floor: "Harder." //FWAP!// "Ohaooo!" she squeals. She convulses slightly, her legs tightening around your waist like a lock. You can see everything. Everything is wet. So you give Elaine the spanking she's been //truly// wanting for some time. You spank her on her bare bottom with her privates gazing up at you, her rear end coloring from pink to cherry-red. She squirms, she moans, she clenchs her fists and clamps her buttocks together. But every so often, when you slow down, you'll hear a little whimper of disappointment. And if you hold back, you'll hear a small voice say: "//Harder.//"(set:$ela_sore=5) And each time that you haul back and deliver a swat that would have made a stone cry out, you hear the same happy trill, the same pleasure in her gasp, the same unmistakable sound: //fun.//(set:$elaine_fun=1) [[Continue|ELAINE AFTERMATH]]]]]

(unless:$kid_loc is "park")[You pull Kid over your lap and pat her butt softly. She looks back at you, humiliated, lip quivering defiantly. "Just -- get it over with," she says quickly under her breath. She tucks her hair behind her ear and braces for the first swat. [Bare bottom]<bare|(click:?bare)[(replace:?bare)[Kid gasps as you yank her jeans and sky-blue panties off her plump bottom. Her bare tushy is (unless:$kidSORE>0)[pale](else:)[rosey] and firm and spectacular, cheeks like (unless:$kidSORE>0)[waning](else:)[strawberry] moons. She grumbles something about a breeze.(set:$bare=1)]] [[Start spanking]<spank| [Use an implement]<implement|]<spanking|{ }(click-replace:?implement)[(display:"IMPLEMENT CHOICE")]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?spanking)[(unless:$given contains "Kid Missy")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Kid Missy"))]You bring your (if:$implement is 0)[hand](else:)[(print:$implement)] down with a resounding //clap!// Kid winces and squirms. (if:$bare is 1)[A pink handprint blossoms on her left butt cheek like a blushing schoolgirl. ]You bring your (if:$implement is 0)[hand](else:)[(print:$implement)] down again, and her bottom clenches, bracing for the impact -- //slap!// You shower her bottom with hard smacks, and her legs kick helplessly. (set:$kidSORE=$kidSORE+1){ (if:$implement is "hairbrush")[(set:$kidSORE=$kidSORE+2)] (if:$implement is "paddle")[(set:$kidSORE=$kidSORE+3)] (if:$implement is "cane")[(set:$kidSORE=$kidSORE+3)] (if:$implement is "switch")[(set:$kidSORE=$kidSORE+4)]} She exhales deeply, blowing her hair out of her face and trying not to cry out! (if:$bare is 1)[Her buns are fully dancing now, wobbling to the rhythm of your spanks and glowing soft crimson.] Before long, Kid is yelping with every tremendous //whap!//, and her behind is feeling warm to the touch. "Please, no more!" she cries. Her hand flies back to shield her bum. [Continue]<continue| [[End spanking->KID AFTERMATH]]{ }(click-replace:?continue)[You take a deep breath -- and keep spanking. Kid's squeals are becoming louder and more frantic. //WHAP!// "Ow!" //WHAP!// "Owwwwaha!"(if:$bare is 1)[She squirms, but you never miss her shiny red ass -- how could you?] //She really makes a lovely spankee --// you think. //Kinda makes you understand why Leah is always punishing this bottom one way or another...//(set:$kidSORE=$kidSORE+1){ (if:$implement is "hairbrush")[(set:$kidSORE=$kidSORE+2)] (if:$implement is "paddle")[(set:$kidSORE=$kidSORE+3)] (if:$implement is "cane")[(set:$kidSORE=$kidSORE+3)] (if:$implement is "switch")[(set:$kidSORE=$kidSORE+4)]} "Gah! Owwwwch! (print: $name), please, I'll be good! I swear!" Kid pleads, tears welling in her eyes. Were her sore, warm tuchus not confirmation enough, the desperation in her voice shows you that, clearly, this spanking is making its message quite clear. ]]]](else:)[You just can’t resist – and who could blame you? //We’re alone in this park – might as well have some fun!// The girl’s bare thighs are like two glorious, bold, fleshy apostrophe’s surrounding the riveted quote of her pink nether parts, vulva peeking from the tautly pulled line of her underwear. You reach up and, with an opened palm, give her right butt cheek a good, solid //slap!// "Gaaah!" the girl screams, crossing her legs as the force of your spank sends her swinging by her wedgie. "Q-quit it!" She grunts frantically, trying to free herself. Which is when you notice that the tree itself is white with dark stripes – a birch, with dry, bramby limbs ripe for switches. //Now THAT would be cruel...// you think, stroking your chin. "W-what the hell are you doing?" the girl stammers. "Get me down! Please!" You pull the straightest branch you can find and swish it a few times through the air. It cuts the cold wind with a satisfying //fsssh!// The girl’s face becomes pale as she sees you flexing the switch, approaching her like a kid approaches a pinata. "No – wait, stop!"(set:$dominance = $dominance+2) //ffssssWAP!// You swing the birch with all your might, and it connects with the girl’s white tushy, drawing a red, diagonal line from the top of one cheek to the sit spot on the other thigh. The girl winces and kicks her feet, helpless. //fffsssssWAP!// Another pink line rises, and the girl squeals, bouncing on her wedgie as tears form at the corners of her eyes. "Pleeeeease," she wails, "stooooop!" "What’s your name?" you ask. //ffffssssWAP!// "Aaaiiieee! It’s Kid! Kid Missy!" //fffssssWAP!// "Okay, Kid – when you get home with your bottom all red, who are you going to say spanked you?" You swat the birch switch against her rear another three times in rapid succession. //ffssWAP! fffssWAP! fffsssWAP!// "Owwwwwahaha! //You// did! You spanked me!" "And who am I?" //ffffsssWAP!// Kid’s eyes are full of tears now, and they’re spilling down her cheeks. "I-I don’t kno – AH! – I should have listened to my horoscope! Please, stop spanking me – my panties are gonna –" //fffsssWAP!//(unless:$given contains "Kid Missy")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Kid Missy"))] Just then, Kid’s panties start to tear – the sound of fabric ripping catches you off guard, and you watch as the wedgie //snaps// -- fffrrrrrippp! – and Kid plummets to the frozen ground. No sooner does she hit the earth than she’s on her feet, covering her criss-crossed bottom with both hands, running as fast as her feet will carry her with her jeans around her knees. Her pink bottom jiggles with each step, and you can still see the bright red pattern you left through the trees!(set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness-1) You call out after her: [{ }["And it’s (print:$name) who spanked you! Don’t forget it!"]<name| ["It’s been fun, Kid! See you around!"]<anon|]<call|(click:?name)[(replace:?call)["And it’s (print:$name) who spanked you! Don’t forget it!"(set:$authority=$authority+2)(color:yellow)[+ AUTHORITY]]](click:?anon)[(replace:?call)["It’s been fun, Kid! See you around!"]](set:$kid_loc="home") You cross your arms and laugh as you watch her stumble home.]

Now, still scowling fiercely at you, Leah sidles up to the wall and places her hands against the brick. Her lip quivers slighly as she arches her back, positioning her firm peach, decked only in short shorts that hardly cover her bum, for punishment. "There -- happy, asshole?" she spits at you. "Go ahead, take a good look. I know you enjoy it." [Bare bottom]<bare|(click-replace:?bare)[You dig your thumbs into the waistband and drag Leah's blue jeans off her thick, firm bottom. She groans as her fleshy backside feels the draught. Leah's booty is understated in jeans -- exposed, her (if:$leahSORE>0)[reddened] cheeks are as round and beautiful as rare pearls, not to mention soft and plush as pillows. The crease between her buttocks is dark but hairless, and there's a glimpse of pink between her thighs like the belly of a clam.(set:$leahSORE=$leahSORE+1)] [[Start spanking]<spank| [Use an implement]<implement|]<spanking|{ }(click-replace:?implement)[(display:"IMPLEMENT CHOICE")]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?spanking)[(unless:$given contains "Leah Salt")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Leah Salt"))]You take Leah by the hips and adjust her so her bottom is facing you. You raise your hand, and a long shadow falls over Leah's heinie. You begin. //WAP! WAP! WAP!// For the first few slaps(unless:$implement is 0)[ of the (print:$implement)], Leah shifts her feet, but she's determined not to make a sound. Before long, though, she's biting her lip, and her feet are kicking up with every spank. You squeeze her behind roughly between smacks and she glares at you over her shoulder -- but she's powerless to stop it. She bows her head, submitting to the punishment. //WAP! WAP! WAP!// You pause to shake out your wrist -- you've laid a solid 20 smacks on her at this point, and she's looking pretty contrite. But there's still an edge in her voice when she says: "Are we done now?"{ (if:$implement is "hairbrush")[(set:$leahSORE=$leahSORE+4)] (else:)[(set:$leahSORE=$leahSORE+2)]} [Continue]<continue| [[End spanking->LEAH AFTERMATH]] (click-replace:?continue)["Not yet," you say, lifting your arm again. For a split second, you see panic in Leah's eyes. Then she clenches them shut, bracing. //WAP! WAP!//(set:$leahSORE=$leahSORE+1){ (if:$implement is "hairbrush")[(set:$leahSORE=$leahSORE+4)] (else:)[(set:$leahSORE=$leahSORE+2)]} "Ngah," Leah says, squirming uncomfortably. She's shifting from one foot to the other, and every time your palm lands, she makes a small, throaty noise, like she's suppressing a squeal. (if:$bare is 1)[Her ample white mounds are now quite the rosey shade, and the outline of your fingers is visible, blending into a crimson glow.] "Does that sting?" you ask. Leah grits her teeth. You can see tears brimming in her eyes as she silently nods, hissing. "Good," you reply. "That means it's working." ]]]

Petra goes to the bed and gets up on all fours. She plants her face in the pillow and sticks her butt in the air. Even in sweatpants, Petra's bottom has an amazing shape, tight and round like an apricot. She glances back at you, smiling sheepishly, her hair matted about her pretty face and her glasses ascew. "I've been bad," she admits, and waggles her behind. [Bare bottom]<bare|(click-replace:?bare)[You take Petra's sweatpants by the waistband and pull them down. They're loose and offer no resistance. Petra gasps. "On my bare ass?" she says. But she doesn't stop you from gazing at her gorgeous bottom -- if anything, she sticks her hindquarters out further.] [[Start spanking]<spank| [Use an implement]<implement|]<spanking|{ }(click-replace:?implement)[(display:"IMPLEMENT CHOICE")]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?spanking)[(unless:$given contains "Petra Strevetsky")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Petra Strevetsky"))]//WHAP!// "Oh!" Petra cries. But she looks back at you with a small. "Mmmmm...that stings." Then she arches her back. "D-do it again." You oblige her. She squeals, and her toes curl(if:$bare is 1)[ as delicate redness blossoms against her heinie]. A shiver runs down her spine and she shakes her bottom, wincing softly. You continue spanking her plump tushy until she reaches out both hands to grab the bedframe, hanging on tightly. Soon, she's panting and hiccuping softly beneath your hand. //She doesn't seem to mind this so much...// you think. You stop for a moment, and she looks back at you. Her eyes are wet. Her cheeks are wet. Her...//elsewhere//...is wet. "Is-is that enough?"(set:$petraSORE=$petraSORE+1) [Continue]<continue| [[End spanking->PETRA AFTERMATH]]{ }(click-replace:?continue)["No. You were very, very bad," you say sternly. "And I want you to tell me why you're getting this spanking." You clap your (unless:$implement is 0)[(print:$implement)](else:)[hand] against her backside and she gasps. (if:$bare is 1)[Her prime-cut thighs, once pale and cool to the touch, are now a warm and tender medium-rare.] She's crying out with every swat, and between yelps, she declares to you: "I've -- GAH! -- been a -- Mmmph! -- naughty -- OH ! -- girl!" She buries her face in her pillow, submitting to her spanking. Before long, her bottom is aglow, and as she peeks back you can see that her face is glistening with tears. But there's no make-up running from her eyes, no mascara or eyeliner to smudge. And though she's biting her lip, you can tell: it's to hold back a smile. (set:$petraSORE=$petraSORE+1)]]]

**DISCLAIMER** //This game is a work of fiction: all people and places mentioned are fictional. "Welcome to Puttsdale" contains adult content not suitable for children -- if you are under 18 or do not appreciate descriptions of adult scenarios, please do not continue with the game. Spanking is only to be practiced by consenting adults. All characters in situations involving adult, sexual, or sensual spanking content are above 18 years of age, and the author does not condone spanking of minors for any reason. Enjoy the game!// [[Begin->BEGIN]]

Here is the brand new map of Puttsdale! It allows you to travel to any town center immediately, and from there you can complete all of the quests. To get back to the map of town centers, just click the banner at the top of the screen: (color:black)[......]<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">(color:black)[......] All of the locations are the same, but you no longer need to use streets to get to different places. [[Continue->LOCATIONS]]

MONEY: $(print:$money) What would you like to buy? [[Wood - $10.75]<wood| [Paint - $12.00]<paint| [Saw - $16.50]<saw| [Hammer - $21.00]<hammer|]<purchase|{ }(click:?wood)[(replace:?purchase)[(if:$skills contains "carpentry")[(unless:$inventory contains "wood")[(unless:$money<10.75)["Working on a project?" Harvey asks in his usual gruff voice. He itches his white beard stubble pensively. "Yeah, I think so." "Here, I have some extra oak from the dining set I carved. You take it, on the house." He gives you a kind smile. "Oh, wow, these are great!" you say as he passes you a few beautiful planks, which you tuck in your backpack. "Thank you!"(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"wood")) "Don't mention it," Harvey says, looking down at the register and fiddling with the cash. You can tell he's happy by the by the way he avoids your eye contact, like he doesn't want you to see how proud he is. //What a great guy,// you think. You don't want to embarass him with mushiness, so you thank him again and he nods back, satisfied.](else:)[You don't have enough money right now.]](else:)[//Wait, I already have wood,// you remember.]](else:)[//I don't really have anything I could do with wood right now. It's not like I'm a carpenter or something,// you think.]]]{ }(click:?saw)[(replace:?purchase)[(unless:$inventory contains "saw")[(unless:$money<16.50)[You purchase a hacksaw and tuck it into your backpack.(set:$money=$money-16.50)(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"saw"))](else:)[You don't have enough money right now.]](else:)[//Wait, I already have a saw,// you remember.]]]{ }(click:?hammer)[(replace:?purchase)[(unless:$inventory contains "hammer")[(unless:$money<21.00)[You purchase a hammer and tuck it into your backpack.(set:$money=$money-21.00)(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"hammer"))](else:)[You don't have enough money right now.]](else:)[//Wait, I already have a saw,// you remember.]]]{ }(click:?paint)[(replace:?purchase)[(if:$inventory contains "paint chip")[(unless:$inventory contains "paint")[(unless:$money<12.00)["What color?" Harvey says.(set:$money=$money-12) You hand Harvey the paint chip, and he inspects it closely. Then he steps away. A few minutes later, he emerges from the backroom with a newly mixed can of paint and hands it to you with a "Here ya go." You purchase the paint and tuck it into your backpack.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"paint"))](else:)[You don't have enough money right now.]](else:)[//I've already got the paint I need,// you think.]](else:)[//I don't think I need to paint anything right now -- besides, I'd need to know what color to buy,// you think.]]] [[Buy something else->HARDWARE STORE - PURCHASE]] [[Close out->HARDWARE STORE]]

(unless:$status>3)[You undo the button on your jeans and let your pants slide to the floor. You pull down underwear -- now that you're half-naked, you feel invigorated. Partly by the cool air, sure, but mostly by a sense of...it's difficult to explain. (set:$time=$time+1) You've been bad. //Very// bad. Parading around the town causing all sorts of trouble -- and there's only one way you'll learn your lesson. You take the chair from behind your desk and, leaning over it, reach behind yourself to spank your own naughty butt. //WHAP!// You bring your palm down against the right cheek, exhaling sharply as the pain spreads across your derriere, emptying your lungs. //WHAP!// Another spank on the same cheek, to bring out the color. //WHAP!// Can't be letting yourself get lazy, can you? //WHAP!// And who better to teach you a lesson, (print:$name) -- //WHAP!// than you? Several smacks later, you're panting heavily, and your bottom stings like hell. Even before you glance in the mirror, you can //feel// your tushy glowing. Your face, too, is flushed, and you take another deep breath in pulling up your pants again, buttoning them over your shame. //You've been a naughty (print:$gender), (print:$name)//, you think to yourself, heart still fluttering. //And what you need is someone who will give you what you deserve...// Nobody but you will know that, beneath your jeans, your bottom is bright, smarting red.(set:$tolerance=$tolerance+1) (color:yellow)[+1 TOLERANCE!](set:$status=$status+4)](else:)[You glance at your already sore bottom in the mirror and frown. //No way I can take more -- my butt needs a break!//] [[Continue->EMPTY APARTMENT]]

You undo the button on your jeans and let your pants slide to the floor. You pull down underwear -- now that you're half-naked, you feel invigorated. Partly by the cool air, sure, but mostly by a sense of...it's difficult to explain. (set:$time=$time+1) As you step out of the leg holes, you take the enema bulb from the backpack and make sure, for a third time, that the door to your room is locked. Then you climb up on the bed on your knees, feet angled outward, and lift your ass in the air. Through your legs, you look at your rear end in the mirror on the other side of the room. (if:$gender is "girl")[You look at your pussy's reflection, soft and pink with its triangle of dark hair, mischeviously peeking from between your loins.](if:$gender is "boy")[You look at your penis, which dangles between your legs like a pendulum in a grandfather clock, hanging with your sack from the dark, hairy region between your thighs.] //Ready as I'll ever be,// you think. (color:yellow)[+2 TOLERANCE!](set:$tolerance=$tolerance+2) Reaching over the edge of the bed to a tub of water, you squeeze and fill the bulb to the brim. You dip the nozzle into jar of vaseline, glomming it on. Then, taking one last deep breath, you begin to work the enema bulb into your anus. Once it's firmly wedged between your cheeks, you tighten your fist around the bulb and wince as the cleansing water rushes into you. "One mississippi...two mississippi..." you begin to count. At ten, you stand and hobble to the bathroom. //Oh please, oh please, oh please...// You throw the seat up and collapse into sitting position. //Fbptbptbfffoosh!// Your behind ejects the liquid and your eyes cross in relief. //Much better,// you think. Sticking a nozzle up your keester may not be fun, but if you take this, you can take just about anything. [[Continue->EMPTY APARTMENT]]

What implement do you want to use for this spanking? [[None]<hand|(if:$inventory contains "paddle")[ [Wooden paddle]<paddle|](if:$inventory contains "hairbrush")[ [Hairbrush]<hairbrush|](if:$inventory contains "slipper")[ [Ballet slipper]<slipper|](if:$inventory contains "cane")[ [Cane]<cane|](if:$inventory contains "switch")[ [Switch]<switch|](if:$inventory contains "crop")[ [Riding crop]<crop|]]<implement|(click:?hand)[(replace:?implement)[You decide to go with a hand spanking for this -- it's a more personal touch.]](click:?paddle)[(replace:?implement)[(set:$implement="paddle")You take out your (print:$implement).]](click:?hairbrush)[(replace:?implement)[(set:$implement="hairbrush")You take out your (print:$implement).]](click:?slipper)[(replace:?implement)[(set:$implement="slipper")You take out your (print:$implement).]](click:?cane)[(replace:?implement)[(set:$implement="cane")You take out your (print:$implement).]](click:?switch)[(replace:?implement)[(set:$implement="switch")You take out your (print:$implement).]](click:?crop)[(replace:?implement)[(set:$implement="riding crop")You take out your (print:$implement).]] (if:$be_creative>0)[[[Leave->POSITION]]]

(unless:$leahSORE>8)[Biting her bottom lip to block out the pain, Leah runs her hand along her right haunch as though she were smoothing fabric. (if:$bare is 1)[She pulls the lip of her panties over her bum and lets them snap to her waist, even though it clearly smarts. Then she yanks her jeans up to her hips and buttons them.(set:$bare=0)] She turns to glare at you. "You spank like my grandma," she says bitterly. "Next time I see you, it's you who's going over my knee. I'm bringing my paddle." And with that, she storms off.](else:)[Leah's eyes are watering, and a single tear drop spills as she stiffly backs away from the wall. Both hands instinctively reach back to her raw cheeks -- she clutches them, and you think you can almost hear a //sizzle//. "Mmmmphfuck," you hear her curse beneath her breath.(set:$elaine_reaction=2)(set:$ela_loc="park") "What was that?" you ask. "Do you need a mouthsoaping too?" "N-no," Leah says miserably. Her face looks completely different now: her eyes have softened, and her hair has fallen out of its tight ponytail. Her cheeks are flushed with color and tear-stained. Most changed of all, though, is her forehead: her eyebrows are no longer knitted in rebellious consternation, as though you and everything else were a nuisance to her. Instead, Leah's expression is truly... //Sorry,// you think. //She's actually sorry. Must've been a good spanking...// You grin. //Fine handiwork for a newbie, if I say so myself.//] (display:"SAVE") [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]](set:$implement = 0)(set:$time=$time+1)

(unless:$kidSORE>7)[She stands off your lap and, still sulking, places both hands on her throbbing butt cheeks. She winces (if:$bare is 1)[as she yanks her jeans and panties up over her rosey bum(set:$bare=0)]. "Great. Now everyone is gonna be staring at my pink butt during swim practice," she grumbles. Still, she doesn't seem to have learned her lesson...](else:)[Kid is sobbing and sniffling as she stands. She places both hand on her sore bottom and moans softly. Tears are running down her face, and her blue eyes are fixed on the ground. (if:$bare is 1)[She hisses through her teeth as she pulls her panties over her searing red bottom -- then bites her lip as she lifts and buttons her jeans.(set:$bare=0) ]"Th-thank you," she says in a small voice. "Anytime," you say. You watch as Kid hobbles away, still clutching her behind. //Looks like that punishment was just right for her,// you think. //I'm getting pretty good at this!// (set:$dominance=$dominance+2)(color:yellow)[+2 DOMINANCE!] From the corner of you eye, you see that you have an audience. Leah is watching -- and has //been// watching -- the entire time. When you look over at her, she pretends to be watching the road, disinterested. But you can see the faintest ghost of a smile on her lips. (set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Leah Salt"))] (display:"SAVE") [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]](set:$implement = 0)(set:$time=$time+1)

When the spanking is over, Petra looks back at you over her reddened mounds with tears hanging in her eyes. She's beautiful this way: (if:$bare is 1)[bare-bottomed, (set:$bare=0)]thoroughly punished, aglow with the thrill...nothing like how you saw her after her parents dealt with her. //This is different,// you think. Petra certainly seems to think so. "I-I needed that," Petra says in a small voice.(if:$bare is 1)[ She pulls her sweatpants up and re-knots the strings at the waist.(set:$bare=0)] Tilting her head she gives you a smile. "Thanks." "Anytime," you reply. //And I do mean anytime.// "Maybe I'll...take you up on that," she says with a shy smile. "For now, though, I'm going to the library. I've got to study." You nod. "Good idea." Your work done, you see yourself out.(set:$dominance=$dominance+2) (color:yellow)[+2 DOMINANCE!] (set:$implement = 0) (display:"SAVE") [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]](set:$implement = 0)(set:$time=$time+1)

(unless:$juliaSORE>7)[Julia stands slowly, taking a deep breath. She touches her hand to her rump and grimaces. Then,(if:$bare is 1)[ lifting her panties and lowering her skirt,(set:$bare=0)] she turns to you and says. "Well. //That// was quite an interview." "Newsworthy?" you ask. Julia clicks her pen. "It may make the cut," she says. "If you'll excuse me, I've got some //writing// to do." She winces as she sits down, then returns to her work. As she opens her laptop, she grins. "Let's do this again some time, alright?"](else:)[Julia is still sobbing as she (if:$bare is 1)[ gingerly tugs her panties up her toasted bottom -- her buns as toasty as though they'd just come out of Tom's oven -- and (set:$bare=0)]stands from the table. She smoothes down her skirt and, stumbling in her heels, goes to pick up her things. "Leaving?" you ask.(set:$jul_loc="home")(set:$all_the_news=1) "I-I-" she stammers. Then she smiles weakly, eyes gleaming from her ruined makeup and tear-stained, rosey cheeks: "I have a //lot// of icing -- I mean, writing to do." She packs her bag quickly and, careful not to let her laptop satchel slap against her thighs, exits stage left. She's the epitome of poise as she leaves the bakery -- but you can tell by the way she walks that sitting is going to be no easy task. //Hot off the presses,// you think to yourself. //Can't wait to read the blog tonight!//] (display:"SAVE") [[Leave->BAKERY]](set:$implement = 0)(set:$time=$time+1)

(unless:$elaine_fun is 1)[Elaine pouts at you as she stands off your lap. (if:$bare is 1)[She pulls up her panties and jeans slowly, wincing as she does.] "I still don't get why you needed to spank me," she says, annoyed. Still scowling, she goes back to the kitchen.(set:$dominance=$dominance+1) (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!] //My work here is done,// you think. You see yourself out.](else:)[Finally, Elaine straightens on your lap and turns herself around. Her eyes are moist with tears like summer rain as she kisses you, smiling, her bottom warm on your thighs. She stands, and you stand with her. She leads you to her bedroom as you're removing your clothes. She pulls off her shirt and drops down on the bed, wincing and then laughing to herself as you darken her naked body with your shadow, pulling you into an embrace that you'll both remember for the rest of your lives. In the afterglow of your sex, Elaine stands, and you're struck by the beauty of her silouette, the glow of her backside. She sees you looking at her and swipes a strand of hair from her face. She grins. "See something you like?" "I like all of it," you say simply. She smiles, blushing slightly. Then, biting the inside of her cheek, she angles her red bottom towards you and palms on scarlet cheek. "Especially this, though?" she syas. There's a question mark at the end of her sentence, but she isn't really asking. (unless:$photos contains "Elaine Ling")["Take a picture, it will last longer." You try to with your mind. (if:$inventory contains "camera" and $afterglow is 2)[ And it dawns on you. //Wait...I HAVE a camera!// "Could I -- really?" you say. Elaine blushes darkly. She hadn't been expecting this. "You -- really want to?" "Yes," you say, without hesitation. "Why?" "Because you're beautiful." She shoves you with one arm. Still, she smiles, and her face flushes pink. Once you have your camera out, she strikes a pose. [Take a picture]<take|(click-replace:?take)[*click* And just like that, you've got it. Elaine giggles and wrinkles her nose, cupping her hands over her still-warm derriere, as if still in disbelief that you would want such a thing. But looking at the polaroid, there's no denying that it's a work of spanking art. [Ask her about The Afterglow]<ask|(click-replace:?ask)[Then a thought occurs to you. "Hey, Elaine," you say softly. "Hm?" "Do you know anything about a thing called 'The Afterglow?'" Elaine sighs heavily and rolls her eyes. "Oh god, yeah. It's the stupid book of Doug's with all of the pictures of Puttsdale grads getting spanked. He still wants me to be in it..." "Do //you// want to be in it?" You hold up the photo. Her face reddens. "I-I- no! Of course not! It's //embarrassing!// You shrug. "Pretty much all the graduates are in it already, I've heard. Everyone gets spanked here." She bites her lip. "I told him to take out the picture he had of me because -- well, it had my underwear in it, so..." //Ah, right,// you remember. Elaine's grandma will only buy humiliatingly childish undies for her 18-year-old daughter. But looking down at the picture, there's no undies in sight. "Well," you say. "I think it's a good picture." Elaine blinks and sits back on her calves. "...You think so?" "You look //hot//." She laughs sharply. "My //butt// is hot." Then, looking over your shoulder at the picture again, her face softens. "But, you know what?...if Doug really wants that picture for his stupid book, he can have it." "Really?"(set:$afterglow=3) She flushes red again but smiles as she sweeps her hair from her face. "Yeah, why not? Everyone else is doing it -- it's basically like the official Puttsdale Senior yearbook. I don't wanna be left out. After all," she adds, giving you a sheepish grin, "I //do// look pretty hot."](set:$photos=$photos+(a:"Elaine Ling"))]][(set:$elaine_fun=0)]]] (display:"SAVE") [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]](set:$implement = 0)(set:$time=$time+1)

{(set:$weekends=(a:9,10,16,17,23,24,30,31)) (set:$weekdays=(a:4,5,6,7,8,11,12,13,14,15,18,19,20,21,22,25,26,27,28,29)) (set:$sunday=(a:3,10,17,24,31,38,45,52,59,66,73,80)) (if:$day_of_the_party is 1)[(set:$day_of_the_party=2)] (if:$weekdays contains $day_count)[(set:$day="week")] (if:$weekends contains $day_count)[(set:$day="weekend")] }(unless:$day_count is 21)[(if:$day is "week")[You wake up with your 8am alarm, ready to seize another day. Well, more or less. As you lift yourself tiredly out of bed, you take a fuzzy account of the day: you've got work this afternoon, so you'd better check in with Susan at 5pm for the dinner-shift deliveries.(if:$relationships contains "DOUG BOYLE - FRIEND")[(unless:$exact_change is > 0)[ (display:"EXACT CHANGE")]](set:$workday=1)(set:$learning=3){ (if:$day_count is 4)[(set:$jam_loc="dry cleaners") (set:$ice_cream_you_scream=0)] (if:$day_count is 5)[(set:$mia_loc="home")] (if:$trustworthiness>30)[(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Max Hawthorne - PARTNER"))(unless:$principal_replacement>1)[(set:$principal_replacement=1)]] (if:$evelyn_sub is 2)[(set:$evelyn_sub=1)]} Start another day in Puttsdale?(set:$time = 48)(set:$ela_visit=0)(set:$status=0) [[Wake up->EMPTY APARTMENT]]{ (unless:$wre_loc is "home" or "library")[(set:$wre_loc="arcade")] (set:$ela_loc="high school") (set:$pet_loc="high school") (set:$kailee_mischief=(1,5)) (if:$kailee_mischief is 1)[(set:$kai_loc="principal's office")] (unless:$day_count is 4)[(unless:$jamesSORE>0)[(set:$jam_loc="lab")]] (set:$double_trouble=0) (set:$alexSORE=0) (set:$juliaSORE=0) (set:$leahSORE=0) (set:$kidSORE=0) (set:$elaineSORE=0) (set:$ivySORE=0) (set:$petraSORE=0) (set:$harveyspank=0) (set:$selmaSORE=0) (set:$kaileeSORE=0) }](if:$day is "weekend")[It's the weekend, but you still wake up at 8am. There's so much to do! {(set:$time = 48)(set:$ela_visit=0)(set:$coffee=0) (set:$ela_loc="home") (set:$pet_loc="home") (set:$kid_loc="home") (set:$lea_loc="ice cream parlor")}(if:$relationships contains "DOUG BOYLE - FRIEND")[(unless:$exact_change is > 0)[ (display:"EXACT CHANGE")]] Ready for another day in Puttsdale? [[Wake up->EMPTY APARTMENT]]]](else:)[(display:"GAME OVER")]

(unless:$workday is 0)["Ready to do some deliveries for me?" Susan asks you over her shoulder as she rushes from the counter to the oven. You tell her you're ready, and she gestures to the delivery bag on the wall.]{  }(if:$day_count is 6)[(if:$opened contains "Grace House")[(unless:$relationships contains "Ivy Grace")[ As you take the delivery bag and glance at the delivery list, a name stand out to you. //Grace...that's Evelyn's house!// you think. From everything you know about that house -- more like a mansion, really -- you bet they tip well. //I'm going there first!//(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"pizza")) (set:$workday=0) [[Go to the Grace Household->GRACE HOUSE]]](else:)[(print:?default_pizza)]](else:)[(print:?default_pizza)]]{  }(if:$day_count is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(if:$opened contains "Missy House")[ "I only have one delivery for your tonight, but it's a pretty big one," Susan says. "10 full pies are going to the Missy household today -- think you can balance all these on your bike?"(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"pizza")) "Sure," you reply, taking down the bag. "No problem. The Missy house?" "Yeah, it's in the Upton cul-de-sac. Know where that is?" (set:$workday=0) "I do," you say, clipping your helmet. //Must be something going on for an order this big...this should be interesting...// [[Go to the Missy Household->MISSY HOUSE]]](else:)[(print:?default_pizza)]]{ }[(unless:$workday is 0)[(set:$workday=0)(set:$tip=(random:5,15))You deliver pizzas all over town for about an hour.(set:$time=$time+6) Of course, your payment mostly goes towards the rent -- however, you did manage to get a few bucks worth of tips. //(print:$tip) bucks,// you think. //Better than a poke in the eye, I guess.// (set:$money=$money+$tip)You return to the pizzeria and hang up your delivery bag.](else:)[(unless:$inventory contains "pizza")["I'm good on deliveries for now," Susan says. "Thanks, (print: $name)!"]]]<default_pizza|

(if:$relationships contains "Selma Gemini - FRIEND")[You follow Selma's lead in taking off your shoes and heading to the living room. There's a large gray corner-couch facing a massive flat-screen TV. Louisa is sleeping on one end of it, and she doesn't wake up as you enter. Selma rolls her eyes. "Ignore her. She's always napping." She smooths down her skirt and sits at the couch, motioning for you to follow suit. "So, (print:$name)," she begins, "what's up?" [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>100)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>100)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:10 SUB:20 AUT:10 TOL:20**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)["I just wanted to check on you guys," you say, "since I knew your parents were being really strict and all." "By strapping us, you mean?" Selma says. "That's nothing. You don't even //know// how strict they can get. Honestly, I get so many strappings, I hardly care anymore. It's Louisa who complains about them all the time." "Oh? So it wasn't bad?" "No, not really," Selma says, wrinkling her nose. "I just had to sleep on my stomach. And gym class was a challenge today. Of course, we had to do sit-ups. Ugh. Like, a hundred of them." "Well, I bet you looked cute doing it." "Yeah?" she grins at you coyly. "Even with my big red butt?" "//Especially// with your big red butt." "Hey! Are you saying my butt is big?" The two of you flirt and laugh and chat for over an hour. You cover every subject from what's going on in Japan to what makes a //true// nineties kid. Selma is easy to talk to, sexy, and clearly pretty into you. But finally, you realize it's time to leave.]] [[Leave->GEMINI HOUSE - GET CAUGHT]]]{ }(else:)[(if:$sel_loc is "church")[You sit next to the twin on the left, who regards you with a side-eye. She's very pretty -- well, they both are, obviously. But the way this girl is looking at you with that little curve on her lips, that faint and mischevious smile... "Hey," you whisper to her. "Come here often?" She snorts, then covers her mouth -- //It's pretty cute.// She shakes her head and tries to look back to the reverend. "You looked a bit distracted," you whisper as the reverend drones on, "so I thought I'd introduce myself. I'm (print:$name). And now I'm talking in church. Think I'll go to hell for that?" The girl grins and shakes her head. "Selma. Selma Gemini. And no, I don't think so -- you haven't cursed or blasphemed yet, so you should be fine." "Oh, well, thank God...wait, shit!"(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Selma Gemini"))(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Gemini House")) Selma has to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from giggling out loud. But still, people are starting to give you both looks. The reverend clears his throat pointedly, then continues. "Alright, well, I'd better go," you say.(set:$sel_loc="park") "Wait," she says in a soft voice, taking you by your sleeve. "You're funny. I'd love if you stopped by sometime -- my sister and I live in the Upton cul-de-sack, it's the only one with two of the same car in the driveway." She rolls her eyes. "It's...a long story." "I'll definitely be asking to hear it. See you later, Selma." You leave the pew and make a bee-line for the back of the church. You glance back and see her giving you a shy smile and a little wave goodbye. [[Leave->WEST LAKE STREET]]]{ }(else-if:$sel_loc is "park")[As you step into the clearing, Selma looks up at you from the ground and moans. "Ohhhhh god," she says, burying her face in the lush grass. "Why'd you have to see me like this?!" Her backside is bright crimson and glowing like two stovetop burners -- her face is gleaming and tear-stained in the dappled light. "Hey, now, don't be embarrassed --" you say, although you aren't really sure how she could feel otherwise while she's mooning you from the cool ground in a public park. "-- I just...what //happened//?" Selma stands and sniffs loudly. She picks up her panties and steps into them one leg at a time before she responds in a sullen voice: "Louisa's mad at me because I got us in trouble for talking to you during church. Reverend Mike told my parents, but he didn't know which one of us was talking -- so they said they're gonna spank us both." "What?!" you respond. "That's harsh! Do you always get punished for the other's mistakes?" Selma shakes her head and rubs her nose. She's looking around for her pants, which were apparently tossing away in the pre-spanking skirmish. "Not always. Just when they can't tell who misbehaved." "How do they -- so -- are they going to --" "Usually, they line us up and spank us both, alternating smacks. Sometimes if dad is home they each take us over the lap, but usually it's just, 'Bend over the bed, you two.' My mom uses the same strap her mom used on her. It's pretty worn out..." She looks up self-consciously. "If, uh, that's what you were going to ask." //Well, it wasn't, but I still feel enlightened.// "Isn't there anything you can tell them? Like, can you confess so Louisa doesn't get spanked?" "We used to, but then my parents found out we were sometimes just taking turns so neither of us got too sore. Mom got us extra hard for that." She winces at the thought. Selma's found her jeans and is tenderly pulling them over her cherry-red cheeks. Her face is still bright red and blushing. "I'm so humiliated," she moans. [["Don't worry -- your butt is even cuter when it's red."]<compliment| ["I can't believe you still get spankings -- from your sister, even!"]<tease|]<respond|(click:?compliment)[(replace:?respond)[Selma blushes and looks up at you with a bashful grin. "Think so?" she says softly. You nod. She rubs the final tears from her eyes and tries to dry her face with the neck of her shirt. "Well," she says wryly, "you'll want to see us later tonight, then, when we're both getting strapped. It'll be cute then for sure."(set:$dominance=$dominance+1) You laugh softly. "I'm sure."(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Selma Gemini - FRIEND"))(set:$sel_loc="school") (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!] She gives you a tight smile, then says, "I have to go. Our mom wants us home in an hour for...you know. And I've gotta get some balm for my sister and I before then, or it'll be even worse." She turns. "Bye, (print:$name). Until next time." "Til next time," you reply, watching her go. You wonder if she realizes that she already told you where her house is, so if you wanted to, you could actually go there in an hour to catch some of the action. //Maybe that's what she wants,// you think. Either way, it should be an interesting evening at the Geminis.(set:$double_trouble=1) [[Leave->YEW PARK]]]](click:?tease)[(replace:?respond)[Selma bows her head, brown eyes downcast. You can see tears welling up in her eyes again, and her face is turning pink. "I -- I've gotta go," she says quickly." She turns and walks away without looking back." //Guess she doesn't like being teased about her...punishments,// you think. [[Leave->YEW PARK]]]]]]

The door creaks open, and you enter on your tiptoes. The front room is neat and tidy -- in fact, it looks like it's been recently vacuumed. You hear a faint sound from the dining room. //If I get caught,// you think to yourself, grimacing at the mere thought of the spanking Evelyn Grace would give you...But you're too curious to turn back now. You follow the sound towards the back of the house to a room that prominently features a well-polished dining room table. The curtains on the windows here are drawn, and there's a display case in the corner for fine china. At first, you're distracted by the fact that you can practically see your own reflection in the table's spotlessly clean surface -- but then, you notice the true centerpiece of the room. In the corner, kneeling on a dining room chair with a green, velvet cushion, is Esther Soon. She's facing away from you and doesn't seem to notice you've come in. Rather than her usual stylish attire, Esther is currently dressed in a black maid's outfit with white trim -- and nothing underneath. Her naked breasts are hardly contained by the lace, and the glossy sheen of the fabric is matched by the glossy sheen of sweat on her bare arms and neckline. And, of course, her skirt is lifted to bare her lovely bottom, which has been switched raw. Both buns are crossthatched a delightful shade of red, an intricated pattern of strokes leaving no patch untinged. She whimpers softly and trembles -- but even now, in the aftermath, you can tell by her eyes she's in rapture. Her eyes are half closed, and a blissful smile flickers across her pretty, blushing face. [[Try to talk to her]<talk| [Leave silently]<leave|]<choice|{ }(click:?leave)[(replace:?choice)[You decide you've seen enough for now, and quietly tiptoe out of the room. [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]]]{ }(click:?talk)[(replace:?choice)["Um...Esther?" you say. Esther turns to you, wide-eyed. "//What are you doing here?//" she hisses at you. "I just...the door was open, and I --" Just then, a voice from upstairs calls out: "Did I hear you say something, Miss Soon?" Esther bites her lip and closes her eyes, as though praying. "...No, ma'am," she says. You hear footsteps padding down the steps. Through the archway, you glimpse the swishing folds of a blue bathrobe. Esther looks at you over her shoulder, her red-hot bottom gleaming like a beacon, her eyes full of panic. She's mouthing something to you, and you can only make out: //HIDE!// [[Escape through the kitchen]<success| [Hide behind the curtains]<fail|]<escape|{ }(click:?success)[(replace:?escape)[Thinking quickly, you sprint on your tiptoes to the kitchen and flatten yourself against the wall, just as Evelyn descends the final stairs. Esther looks up at her, eyes glistening, and Evelyn approaches with a sway in her step. "Are you whining under your breath, Miss Soon?" "No, ma'am." "Because you know I can't stand a whiney maid." "Yes, ma'am." Evelyn smacks Esther's bottom hard on the right cheek, sending a jiggle through through thighs and a resonating //clap// through the room. Esther grunts, and leans forward on the chair, panting. The handprint blossoms on her already sore tushy and fades... "Good," Evelyn says. Esther looks into her eyes whimpering, and Evelyn smirks. She rubs Esther's bottom with one hand. "I'd hate to have to spank you again when you're not even done with the chores." Sensing your opportunity, you creep to the back door. Evelyn is too absorbed in the game to hear you as you slip out, and dash into the cul-de-sac, waiting until you reach the other side of the street to stop and let out your breath! //That was a close one,// you think, counting your lucky stars that you're not in there, bent over over a chair beside Esther as you were so close to being! [[Continue->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]]]]{ }(click:?fail)[(replace:?escape)[You hastily throw yourself behind the curtains as Evelyn descends the final stairs, cursing yourself as you do. //What a terrible hiding spot!// you think. //The hell was I thinking? Am I five-years-old or something?// A small part of you is beginning to wonder if you //want// your bottom spanked... (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!](set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1) Evelyn's feet stop as she enters the dining room. You watch her silouette approaching through the diaphanous fabric, and you can feel your every sphincter clentch. "Well, well...Miss Soon, you didn't inform me that we had guests," Evelyn says, taking the curtain in one hand. You swallow hard. She throws back the curtain and you find yourself revealed, holding your hand up in pitiful self-defense. You cower, terrified...then, when nothing happens, you peek with one eye at Evelyn. She's standing before you in only her blue bathrobe and a white bra that is partly visible at the generous neckline. Her blonde hair is untended, relaxed and down -- but still, she's stunningly beautiful, even alluring, revelling in midday leisure. As she looks at you, her grin widens. //This is not good...// you think. Your mouth is suddenly very dry. You look to Elaine, who looks back at you with wide-eyes and an unhelpful shrug. "I- uh," you begin, stumbling. "I- saw the door was open?" Evelyn arches one eyebrow at you. Then, her voice toneless, she turns to Esther, who has her head bent and her bottom angled out. "Now, Esther -- you didn't inform me that we had a guest!" She looks you up and down, soaking you in with those icy blue eyes. "Were you trying to keep (if:$gender is "boy")[him](if:$gender is "girl")[her] all to yourself?" "N-no, ma'am." "Th-the door was unlocked," you say stupidly. Then your tongue stops -- you're so petrified you can't even speak. //What the hell was I thinking?! I am so, so, so fucked now...God, this is enough to make me piss myself -- did I piss myself?// You check with a quick glimpse. //Phew. Dry.// //For now, at least.// "So," Evelyn continues, slinking towards you with one hand on the back of the dining room chair. "You just decided to waltz right in?" You swallow hard. "I suppose I have my maid to thank for leaving our door wide open. And I'll deal with you in a moment," she says to Esther sharply. Esther moans and rests her head on her hands, still gripping the chair back and sticking her bared bottom out. "First, though," Evelyn says as she pulls out a chair. "I've got to deal with you." //Shit.// [[Continue->GRACE HOUSE - RECEIVE EVELYN]]]]]

(unless:$readblog is 1)[You pull out the card Julia gave you in the bakery and type in the URL of her blog. You strike the enter key, and the moment the website loads, your jaw drops. The banner of the website is a picture of Julia half-naked on a couch, her round ass beaten to bright red. The implement that evidently gave her the spanking she's showing off -- a wooden hairbrush -- rests across her calves. Her cheeks are tear-stained, but she's smiling determinedly. The title of the blog is spelled in bold text: "THE BARE FACTS." You click on the "About" page, which brings you to a block of text alongside a headshot of Julia wearing her glasses. The text says: "//Dear reader, My name is Julia Acrostic, and I'm a journalist for the Minnesota Gazette. I came to Puttsdale, MN to learn more about what people were calling the "last bastion of corporal punishment" back in March. As a reporter, I came for the facts -- and boy, did I get them! It isn't always easy reporting the truth, but it's ALWAYS worth it. In this blog, I'll be detailing my various experiences here in Puttsdale so all of you can see what life is like being in the spanking capital of the U.S. Follow along with me as I bring you THE BARE FACTS of Puttsdale, putting my own butt on the line in the process. Welcome truth-seekers, one and all! One way or another, I'm getting to the bottom of things. :) -Julia//"(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Julia Acrostic")) You read entry after entry, your mouth hanging open all the while. Some of the pictures are taken by Julia with a cell phone camera: dark, blurry, and indistinct as they are, you can still make out the outline of Julia's bottom, panties lifted by the legholes to show the redness. Each caption tells the story of a different spanker, a different implement, a different position...and throughout it all, Julia stays in the reporter role, always a journalist and a dignified professional! //Well, as dignified as you can be with your skirt around your ankles,// you think. Regardless, you have to admit: you're impressed.(set:$readblog=1) //She's determined,// you think to yourself. //And maybe a little bit crazy...but who am I to judge?//](else:)[You've already seen Julia's blog. Intriguing as it was, there's no need to go back right now.] [[Close out->EMPTY APARTMENT]]

{ }Just as you're lying down, you hear a knock at your door. "Um -- hello?" you say. There's the sound of a key prying open the teeth of your lock, the door frame jangling and giving way. Suddenly, there in the portal of your room is Susan Smith! And she's looking very cross. She's got a wooden spoon in one hand, the doorknob in the other. Her blonde hair is illuminated by the light in the stairwell, her thin lips are set tightly in a frown, and her eyes are dark with rage. It doesn't look like that spoon is for stirring tomato sauce tonight. //Uh-oh,// is all your mind can manage, faced with the fearsome sight. "(print:$name)," Susan begins, "Was it not a part of our deal that you would do deliveries for me on weeknights as part of renting this apartment? Is that not what we said?" "Y-yes, ma'am," "Well, then where the //H-E-double-hockey-sticks// were you tonight?!" she exclaims, stepping forward. All you can do is cower under your bedsheets. But you don't have their protection for long. In a single, fluid motion, Susan steps forward and yanks the covers off your bed, leavinh you feeling very exposed in your pajamas. "Wait, Susan, hang on --" "Don't 'hang on' me, (if:$gender is "boy")[young man](if:$gender is "girl")[missy]," Susan warns. "If I were you, I'd start keeping my promises. You don't want to get a bad reputation in this town! Now, over my lap," she demands, sitting at the end of your bed. Quivering, unable to refuse, you oblige her -- you crawl over her knees and bury your face in the comforter. "Now, listen carefully, (print:$name)," she begins. "I want you to never skip another day of work again -- understand?" "I won't! I promise!" you cry. But still, you feel her hand at your waistband, and suddenly -- //fwoomp!// -- a draft against your heinie. "Noooooo! Please, Susan, I won't --" "You aren't getting out of this one," Susan says grimly. "Brace yourself -- this is going to sting." //WHACK!// "Mmmpha!" Your breath escapes your lungs in a gust as the wooden spoon cracks against your left butt cheek. Immediately, the sting sets in and you feel the heat rising in a spoon-shaped pattern against your thigh. //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// You kick your legs and struggle, but Susan pins you easily: she locks one leg around your left thigh and pulls you in tightly. Your bottom is propped up, fully exposed, over her other knee, your legs scissored and helpless. Tears are welling in your eyes. //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// "Aaaaahahaha! Please, Susan, I'm sorry!" //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// Your backside is a mess of heavy red welts from the spoon head, smarting like a mother as you bite your lip to try to hold back the tears. No good. In a few more whacks, you begin to sob, which only seems to encourage Susan to swing harder against your poor bottom. "I sure hope you learn your lesson from this, otherwise I'll be in here every night!" //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!//(set:$status=$status+5)(unless:$received contains "Susan Smith")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Susan Smith"))] Finally, Susan lets your leg go, and you stand rubbing your sore bottom and feeling very contrite. As she stands, Susan waves her spoon in your face and says: "5 o'clock on weekdays -- understand?" Sniffling, you nod and promise you won't skip work again. "Good. Now come here." Susan wraps her arms around you, a maternal hug. She kisses the top of your forehead. "You be good from now on, okay? Get some rest, now, you'll feel better in the morning." And with that, she leaves. You feel tired practically the moment your face hits the pillow. //Who knew getting spanked could be so exausting?// Even still, as you think of Susan's hug, a part of you is happy. Glad she cares enough to discipline you. With a faint smile on your lips and your face still wet with tears, you fall sound asleep. [[Sleep it off->NEW DAY]](set:$time=$time+1)

{ }There's an unusual -- though not unexpected -- sight awaiting you when you step inside. Elaine is draped over the back of the sofa in the living room with her bottom bared, kiddie panties pulled down to her thighs, wearing only her blouse, white socks, and a hairband. Her face is already wet with tears and her bottom has several dark red stripes running from cheek to cheek. When she sees you, Elaine cries out in protest. "Grandma, please! Don't bring (if:$gender is "boy")[him](if:$gender is "girl")[her] in here -- it's embarassing!" "You shush! No whining in front of guest." Mia says sharply. Elaine whimpers but, knowing she can say nothing to stop the embarassment, buries her face in between the sofa cushions without a word. Mia turns to you and gestures with the strap. "Elaine very naughty girl this week. I tell her study for calculus test -- I tell her! But she go to movies instead. Very bad girl." "I still got an A, though!" With cat-like agility, Mia steps forward and brings down her strap in a full arc -- //THWACK!// -- against Elaine's reddening rear. Elaine cries out in pain: "Owwwwiiee!" "You could have had A+, then!" Mia says. "You choose A instead of A+? Are you stupid girl? No!" //THWACK!// Another firebrand-red mark rises on Elaine's soft backside, sharp and powerful enough to cut across the crease between her cheeks with hardly a break. Elaine's fist clench, squeezing the cushions, and as her head jolts up you can see tears falling, fogging her glasses. She's gritting her teeth, and still she can't suppress a scream! "Mmmmmaaaah!" Mia turns to you again. "You see what I do? Elaine lazy girl sometimes, she want to say, 'Oh, this fine! This enough!' But it is //not// enough. Not enough to not get spanking!" Elaine looks at you pleadingly over her shoulder. Her round red bum is already looking awfully sore -- but Mia hardly seems done. Mia seems to be trying to gauge your reaction. You decide it's time for you to speak: [["But isn't this a tough punishment for a small mistake?"]<fam| ["I can take a turn if your arm is tired."]<dom|]<respond|{ }(click:?fam)[(replace:?respond)[Mia frowns. "You think this big punishment? It not even whole punishment! Here," she says, seemingly impatient with you, "I come right back." She places the stap on the arm of the sofa and hustles into the kitchen, leaving you and Elaine alone. Elaine looks back at you and meets your eyes. She smiles tearfully. "That was nice of you to say," she whispers.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Elaine Ling - PARTNER")) "Don't mention it. You okay?" "I'll be fine," Elaine says. "The spanking is the easy part, honestly. It's the ginger that really sucks." You tilt your head. "The what?" Mia emerges from the kitchen holding a strange, bulbous root. In the other hand, she has a pairing knife and a small tube with the label peeled off. She picks up the strap and hands it to you. "I need you spank Elaine while I cut. Then I show you how ginger work." You look to Elaine, whose bottom is already looking rather sore. She nods at you, as if to say, //You'd better do it.// From the way Mia is looking at you, you have to agree. You take the strap, and Mia begins to carefully carve the ginger root. You shrug at Elaine apologetically, and she braces for her strapping. [[Begin spanking->LING HOUSE - SPANK ELAINE]]]]{ }(click:?dom)[(replace:?respond)[Mia's eyes light up approvingly. "Ah! You want to try! Yes, you spank her -- very good for learning. I go get ginger root, carve while you strap." Elaine groans, but Mia ignores her and hustles to the kitchen. Elaine gives you a resentful look, pouting. When Mia emerges from the kitchen, she's holding a strange, bulbous root. In the other hand, she has a pairing knife and a small tube with the label peeled off. She's smiling, exceedingly pleased. "You spank Elaine while I cut. Then I show you how ginger work." [[Begin spanking->LING HOUSE - SPANK ELAINE]]]]

(if:$jam_loc is "lab")[You decide to pay James a visit, so you press the B3 button in the elevator and walk left down a long white corridor until you reach the lab where he is working amidst a spread out mass of books. ](if:$relationships contains "James Crowley")[Light flashes off James' glasses, and he greets you with his usual shy smile. "Is there something I can do for you, (print:$name)?" [[Talk to him]<talk|(if:$dominance>10)[ [Spank him]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>3)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority > 40)[ [Make him follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:10 SUB:3 AUT:19 TOL:8**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[(set:$time=$time+1)James tells you about Perkins Labs, but he can only reveal so much. "A lot of what goes on there is confidential," he admits, blushing. "I shouldn't really be talking about it at all."]](click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"SPANKING JAMES")](else:)[James looks shocked, but he doesn't become upset. He merely adjusts his glasses and says, "I-I'm afraid that will not be happening."]]](click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>8)[(if:$jam_loc is "home")[(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKED BY JAMES")]](else:)[James looks left and then right. "I think we'd better wait until later for anything like that. Come see me at my apartment."]](else:)["To my knowledge, you've done nothing to deserve any such thing," James says politely. //He's just protecting my feelings,// you think. //He doesn't think I could handle it...//]]]]{ }(else:)[You hand James the balm, and he takes it gratefully. "If you don't mind..." he begins hesitantly.(set:$jamesSORE=0) "Go for it," you say. Sighing with relief, James goes to the bathroom, and you hear his trousers falling. "Aaaaah...oh!...That's...aha...OH thank goodness..." you hear him say as he applies the balm. Finally, he emerges, still doing his belt. His voice is trembling with gratitude. "I'm not sure how well you know Miss Ling," he says, "but if you've ever been spanked by her, you know I needed that like nobody's business." "Why did she spank you?" He sighs again and goes to the fridge. "Look around, that's why," he says, gesturing to the clutter of disassembled appliances and assorted tools. "Miss Ling is my landlord, and I get a great deal here -- but she has a condition. I have to keep the place clean." He pulls at the refrigerator door, which opens with a soft //ka-chunk//. He sticks his head in and emerges with an off-brand can of soda. "As you can see, I'm not the cleanliest person. Want one?" You accept, then follow James to the kitchen table with the clock. He sits gingerly, biting his bottom lip. Both of you crack your sodas, and you take a moment to absorb your surroundings. //It really is a mess -- what did Mia say? "Pig pen?"// you think. //But there seems to be a method to the madness.// "So, are you some sort of inventor or something?" "I guess you could say that," James says humbly. "I'm an engineer by trade, but I tinker in my spare time." "And where do you work?" "Perkins Labs," he replies. Before you can ask, he says, "It's on the outskirts of town -- you have to follow this dirt path for a long way to even get there. Almost nobody knows of it." "So why work there?" "Well," James says, taking his glasses off and rubbing them on his polo shirt, "it's not an //insignificant// lab, just not very well known. We're making tremendous progress in the field of artificial intelligence there, actually. I moved her all the way from the Northeast for this job." He takes a sip of soda -- his motion has a refined, delicate air to it, as though he needed surgeon-level steadiness for even the smallest movements. He handles his beverage at a constant, almost mathematically precise distance from his body. "And what brings you to this strange little town? With all its..." his smile falters, "endearing customs?" You explain your story -- how you recently came to live above the pizzeria, working as a delivery (print:$gender). You leave several key details out. James seems to be able to tell that you're hiding something, but he doesn't press.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"James Crowley")) "So we're neighbors!" he exclaims. "That's wonderful. Your kindness is truly appreciated, (print:$name). I think we could become good friends, you and I." [["Yeah, as long as you're the one getting spanked!"]<tease| ["Tell me more about Perkins Labs."]<ask|]<reply|]{ }(click:?tease)[(replace:?reply)["Ahem -- yes, well," James says, his ears turning red. "I suppose you've got the right idea, there." You an James chat idly for a little while longer before your soda can is empty and it's time to go. James gives you a pleasant smile and bids goodbye as you step out into the stairwell.]]{ }(click:?ask)[(replace:?reply)[James opens his mouth, but then hesitates. "It's -- well, it's -- we work mainly on --" Frustrated, he covers his chin, deep in thought. "You know, it's a bit difficult to explain." Then he has an idea. "Take this," he says, pulling a small card from his wallet. "It has the address on it. And if you show that to the security guard, he'll let you in. His name is Hal, and he's a nice enough fellow. What I'm saying is, if you're curious, you should take a look for yourself. You thank him genuinely and tuck the card into your pocket. //May come in handy,// you think. Then, pitching your finished soda can into the recycling bin, you say goodbye to James and depart.(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Perkins Labs"))]][(if:$jam_loc is "home")[ [[Leave->DRY CLEANERS]]]{ }(if:$jam_loc is "lab")[ [[Leave->PERKINS LAB]]]]<exit|

You hear the leaves shaking again and manage to trace the source to a rhotodendron just beyond the sill of the lighted window! //From the garden, you could see straight into Chiza's bedroom,// you think. Of course, you decide to explore. The only thing you think could be more interesting than late night activity here in Puttsdale is late night //spying//... A rhotodendron in bloom makes a fabulous hiding spot: the vast leaves and pluming flowersare held aloft by straw-like branches, easy to ply apart and perch inside. //Our friend seems like he's having trouble, though,// you think as you creep closer to the shadowy form. In the dark, the spherical blooms strike a dark, moonlit purple. The shadowy form is grunting now, distracted by the task of carefully rearranging the bush. "Hey, you!" you whisper harshly.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Daniel Long")) (set:$truth_or_dare_quest=1) The figure leaps in the air! You catch him and cover his mouth. Looking directly into his face, you realize: it's Dan Long! //He's the kid I saw talking to her earlier!// "What do you think you're doing?" "I-I-I-" "Don't try to lie, either, or we'll go knock on the door and you can tell your lie to Chiza's parents!" "No, no, please!" Dan hangs his head, accepting defeat. "I-I was spying." "And just what exactly were you hoping to see?" you say sternly. You keep your face a mask of parental anger, but part of you is really enjoying this. //I'm not doing half bad here!// you think. //Just look at him squirming!// Dan avoids your eyes, but he knows he's caught. So he spills: "I...I like Chiza. Like, //really// like her. And I heard this rumor from Kid Missy...I just wanted to see for myself-" "What'd the rumor say?" He sighs deeply. "She said -- well, it said that whenever Chiza's Mom spanks her...she makes her strip, like...like totally naked." Your eyes widen. "Oh?" "So -- I just wanted --" "To see the girl you've got a crush on naked, getting a spanking?" Dan doesn't respond, and his lip trembles. Now you're having a discussion with yourself in your own head -- you don't have a verdict either way, yet. On the one hand, //of course// it's wrong for Dan to peep on Chiza like that! You shudder at the thought. But on the other hand, you can sort of understand his curiousity. Chiza is a beautiful girl, so you can imagine how intimidated Dan feels around her -- seeing her get a spanking from her mom might actually level the playing field some. //And did he say naked?// [["...Okay, scooch over. I wanna see."->BEE HOUSE - WATCH CHIZA]] [["I'll teach you to be a peeping Tom!"->SPANKING DAN]]

(if:$relationships contains "Daniel Long")[As you approach, Daniel looks to the grass below him, not wanting to mee your eyes. The two of you share a pretty large secret now, it's fair to say. "Y-you need something?" he says timidly. [[Talk to him]<talk|(if:$dominance>10)[ [Spank him]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>20)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority > 20)[ [Make him follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:10 SUB:20 AUT:5 TOL:8**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)["You, uh...aren't going to tell anyone about...you know," Dan begins in a whisper. "...are you?" He looks at you with pleading eyes. Frankly, you still haven't decided. But you reassure him with a kind look for now.]]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"SPANKING DANIEL LONG")](else:)[Daniel's eyes narrow. Even in his stammering, meek voice, there's a challenge as he says, "And just what right do you have to do that, exactly?"]]]{ }(click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$tolerance>8)[(display:"SPANKED BY DAN")](else:)[Daniel's eyes widen when you ask him for a spanking. His mouth opens and closes like a fish. "I -- I don't think --" He looks down at his sneakers, kicking dirt off of the right toe with the left heel. "I think...you'd be...surprised." This wasn't what you'd expected. "What do you mean?" "I mean," he says, looking up a bit more boldly, "you'd be surprised how hard I spank. You're not ready for it yet." You raise one eyebrow in disbelief. //This shy kid? With the sloped-in shoulders and mussy brown hair?// Despite your disbelief, you choose not to press the issue. "Alright, tough guy. Whatever you say."]]]]{ }(else:)[You approach the young man, Daniel, but he's not likely to notice you right now -- he's too fixated on the girl with the long black wavy hair. //There's a Zeppelin song about that, isn't there?// Either way, you'll have to try talking to him later.] [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]

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The spanking you give Dan is perhaps not as hard as it would be if you weren't worried about being caught by the neighbors. Vigilante justice or no, being caught spanking a young man in someone's rhotodendrum bush will require some difficult explaining. So you clasp your hand over Dan's mouth, yank his jeans down to his knees, and give him the best hand-spanking the circumstances will allow.(unless:$given contains "Dan Long")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Dan Long"))] It works well enough -- by the end of it, Dan's bottom is fiercely red, and his eyes are bleary with humiliated tears. The second you whisper in his ear harshly, "And don't let me catch you at this again!" he nods obediently, stands, pulls his pants up, and hustles away, holding them at his waist. You stand quietly, priding yourself on a job well done. [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]

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(unless:$opened contains "motel")[A red flag — the notification icon for the small, independent-based platform Julia’s blog is running — has turned on. //New post,// you think, sinking down in the rolling chair with your eyes glued to the screen. //I wonder if…// You click the icon, and it takes you to a brand new page. The text says: "//Dear reader (and spanker, if you’re out there), Today, a BREAKTHROUGH in the Puttsdale series! With the help of a new friend. (if:$gender is "boy")[His](if:$gender is "girl")[Her] suggestion to try a public spanking took me off guard at first, but the difference took my breath away. You really can’t imagine the embarrassment — you’ve got to FEEL it for yourself. My journalistic integrity was put to the test as my new friend bent me over a table at the local coffee shop, Sly's (delicious latte’s by the way, 5 stars) for a spanking I can still feel as I write this blog! Unfortunately, my photographer wasn’t there to take any pictures, although we had quite a few witnesses. Maybe you saw us! I was the one with the bright red bottom, crying my eyes out! I won’t name my new friend here — my source will remain anonymous — but I do want to thank them for the scoops! And the swats. If you’re still in the area, I’d love to meet with you. I’m staying in the motel on Valley, right next to the fire station. I'm usually out during the day, but come by after 5 and I'll be home. Ask the front desk which room is mine — you officially have a press pass. :) Until next time! Hopefully soon…//(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"motel")) An open invitation! How about that. You must have left an impression -- and perhaps a few marks. //I think Valley was that road off of the south end of Schoolhouse...// you think. Maybe it's time to visit.](else:)[You've already read the most recent blog post inviting you for an "interview." There doesn't seem to be anything else.] [[Close out->EMPTY APARTMENT]]

Evelyn sits gracefully in the dining room chair she's pulled out from the table. She smooths the lap of her bathrobe and pats her thigh softly, almost invitingly. "Since you're so curious about Esther, I'm going to give you a little taste for yourself. We'll see how well you handle it." You don't see much of a choice. Evelyn sits between you and the front doorway, and there isn't a doubt in your mind that she would catch you if you were ever so unwise as to make a run for it. You look to Esther, still kneeling in position -- //Is that a smirk? Is she laughing at me?// It passes quickly, returning to the look of contrite repose from before, bum out and cheeks reddened. //Don't you laugh at me! You're a twenty-something-year-old who just got spanked!// Although, you realize, you aren't far behind yourself... "Don't be shy, now" Evelyn says. "Don't you want to see what Esther likes so much? Esther," she says to the quote-unquote //maid//, "you stay in your position, but I want you to watch." "Yes, ma'am." Evelyn turns those cold blue eyes on you again, and before you even realize what you're doing, you're unbuttoning your jeans, sliding them off your backside, stooping down, and laying over her lap. "Good (print:$gender)," she says contentedly. For some reason you can't explain, you feel...//proud//. Proud that you pleased her. //I -- this is so -- what's happening to me?//(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1) "Shhh," Evelyn says in a calming voice, stroking your hair. For a moment, you wonder if she's reading your thoughts. Then you realize you were whinging softly, not even realizing it. "It'll be alright, dear. This is going to sting, yes -- but if you're good, you'll see that it's what you need. And they'll be more of it." Her brilliant white teeth are sharp, bared, eyes agleam with the prospect of spanking your naked butt. [["Let's...just get this over with."]<dom| ["Please go easy on me, Miss Grace."]<neu| ["Okay, mommy -- I'm ready."]<sub|]<reaction|{ }(click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)["I like to take my time," Evelyn replies. "Isn't that right Esther?" From the corner of your eye you see Esther nod shyly, just as the first swat lands.]]{ }(click:?neu)[(replace:?reaction)["No promises, dear," Evelyn replies. "In fact, I'm sorry to say this won't be very easy for you at all." You moan softly, prepared to whine, just as the first swat lands.]]{ }(click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)["Oh! //Mommy// -- I like that," Evelyn says, grinning broadly as she rubs your ready tush. "You may be the most entertaining person to ever break into my house."(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1)]] //SMACK!// The clap of her hand on your left buttocks rings in your ears, but the sting doesn't set in right away. Its warmth lingers, then swells, then //blares//, piping hot, singed and singing -- a cry escapes your //own// pipes, "Gnaaah!" //Holy shit,// you think. //One spank, and already I'm about to start crying -- this woman is -- is --// //SMACK!// "Aaaaagganmmmph!" you blurt out as the second stroke swipes your right cheek, those tears spilling out now, the fire in your behind rising, pouring off of you (smoke?) -- //incredible! This is the hardest spanking I've every gotten!// [[//And...it's amazing!//]<good| [//It's so embarassing!//]<bad|]<reaction2|(click:?good)[(replace:?reaction2)[(set:$tolerance=$tolerance + 3)//And...it's amazing!//]](click:?bad)[(replace:?reaction2)[//It's so embarassing!//]] //SMACK!// The third smack makes you grunt fiercely and kick your feet. Your bottom feels seared, like you've overheated. Your brain is going haywire now with feelings of pleasure and -- //SMACK!// "Pfooooowwwwaaaaghahaha! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god, it stings so bad, please, please, please give me --" //SMACK!// Evelyn's firm hand against your backside for the fifth time brings another burst of pain and an explosion of stars behind your eyelids as the pinkness is rising -- delayed -- from your cheeks. Already, you know your hair is in disarray, and your legs are twisting, squirming. You've lost all control, and it's because this spanking is just too much -- [[Continue->GRACE HOUSE - BECOME SUB]]

"...Okay, scooch over. I wanna see."(set:$chizaSORE=3) Dan blinks twice, looking you in the eye for the first time. Then, silently, he scooches.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Daniel Long - FRIEND")) You plant yourself in the rhotodendrum bush and look to the window -- it really is a perfect vantage point. "'Picked a good spot," you say. Dan shushes you. You can't help but smirk. As your eyes adjust, you watch the scene unfold before you through the window with a front row seat. (unless:$time>144)[Chiza enters the room looking distraught. She paces a few times to her dresser, running her hands through her hair. She's jumpy, and she nearly leaps out of her skin when there's a knock on the door. You can't hear what she's saying as her mom enters the room holding a long wooden hairbrush, but you can guess the inflection. She looks pretty close to tears already, but judging by the look on her mother's face, she's about to get much closer very soon. As soon as her mother's hands go to her hips, you can tell Chiza knows it's no use arguing. She begins to unbutton her jeans, and you hear Dan shifting in the bushes beside you for a better look. It doesn't disappoint. Chiza's bottom is lovely, round, and fair, clad in light green panties wedged between two supple thighs, a tantalizing sight, like two scoops of vanilla ice cream swirled with coffee, a clear tan-line dividing her legs from her tushy. Still whimpering, Chiza pulls off her panties and legs them drop to her ankles -- her legs sheer and divine -- before lifting her shift with two arms across her tummy. "Oh my god," you catch yourself whispering. "It's true! Kid was right!" Dan hisses. You shush him violently (mostly for the fun of it) as you both watch, speechless, as Chiza takes off her tee-shirt and undoes her bra, her soft white breasts with cherry pink nipples falling springily from the C-cups. Her mother pulls the chair out from Chiza's desk and sits expectantly. Biting her lower lip, hen Chiza lies across her lap and braces for the first fall of the hairbrush -- -- which, once again, does not disappoint. Even from a distance, you can hear the muted //SMACKS// of Mrs. Bee's hairbrush-back against Chiza's tender, bouncing backside and Chiza's helpless squeals as her bottom changes shades from vanilla white to strawberry pink. The brush sends ripples down her thighs, and her ample butt cheeks clap enthusiastically with every stroke. //SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!// Before long, Chiza's shrieks can probably be heard not just by you but by the entire neighborhood, and her mom shows no signs of letting up. Spank after powerful spank rain down, her mighty hairbrush drawing forth dark red circles on top of the soft pink hue. This is a spanking that will leave its mark in more ways than one. When it's finally over, Chiza stands up, trembling, and wipes tears from her eyes. Her mother gives her some final chiding before kissing her on top of her head and motioning to her bed with the brush. Chiza nods, sniffling, and begins to slider her legs (ever so carefully) into the legs of her pajamas. The show over, you and Dan stand without a word. After a few moments, you hear yourself say: "Well." Dan only grunts his assent. You part your ways carefully in the dark. [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]]{ }(else:)[You point at the window just as the door to Chiza's room swings open and the girl steps in. Her long, jet-black hair is tied up in a towel, and her naked shoulders are glistening wet from her recent shower. She's wrapped in only a blue towel, and as she closes the door behind her, she lets the towel drop to the floor. At the sight of her beautiful body, her perky breasts with nipples erect, glossy and soaked, Dan makes an involuntary noise. "Oh, jeez --" You clap your hand over his mouth. "Mmph?!" "Shh! Want to get us caught?" you hiss at him. Chiza turns around and bends to pick something up -- which is when it becomes all too clear that the spanking has already been dealt. The lovely cheeks of her derriere are like two Red Delicious apples, perfectly round and perfectly red: it must have been a well-targeted and painful spanking, because her rear end is lit into two globe patterns, an even slapping for both buns. Her thighs, untouched and white, provide stark contrast with the solid handiwork of her spanker. As you watch, she touches one cheek softly and cringes. She tries to rub the sting out of her tushy, but it's no use (although the squeezing motion does give you a nice view of the pink between her thighs). Resigned to the pain, she finishes toweling herself off, then hops onto her bed face-down, holding her hot bottom aloft as though she were airing it dry. You stand up, but Dan is still frozen in place, eyes wide. "We missed the main event," you say. "I guess you should have started peeping earlier." "Still..." Dan says softly, his breath stolen away. "You're gonna stay here?" "Uh...yeah, just for a bit," he says. You look at the girl, lying motionless on her bed with her face planted in her pillow and her bright red behind in the air. As far as you can see, the show is over. Daniel, however, is still mesmerized by the after-credits scene. "Suit yourself," you say, and leave. Daniel's eyes don't leave the window for a moment. He doesn't even move -- in fact, he'll probably be here all night, just taking in that one view. //Ah, young love. What it won't do!// [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]]

(if:$tolerance<5)[//SMACK!// "It's //too much!//" You cry out at the top of your lungs just as Evelyn launches into a flurry of hard smacks that make your sore behind bounce and dance and darken into rouge. //SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!// You're full-fledged crying at this point too, and through hiccuping sobs you scream: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it again -- OW! -- please, please!" "Sorry //what//?" "I'm sorry mistress! I'm sorry Miss Grace! Please, I'm so sorry -- my bottom hurts too much to go on -- please, enough spanking!" "Oh, all right," Evelyn says, rolling her eyes. You take a few more gasping breaths, and then she says, "The spanking is over. You can go now."]{ }(else:)[//SMACK!// //-- too much FUN.// "Ready for more?" Evelyn says, her voice a challenge. //This woman,// you think. //Nobody has ever spanked me like this...it's on a whole other level.// "I'm ready to start the main event. Through sobs, you manage to squeak out: "Yes, please." //SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!// Evelyn peppers your bottom with slaps, a flurry of spanks, each strong enough to make you bite down on your lip and //squeal//, cross your legs behind you and roll back your eyes -- //SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!// -- you're blubbering, now, insatiable, pleading for more and begging her to stop all at the same time -- //SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!// -- now your bottom is at a flashpoint, ready to burst in flames, your bouncing buns so red and hot you hear them //sizzling// as she brings down her hand -- //SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!// -- by the time the spanking is finally over, your behind is deep maroon, and your mind is completely gone. You're drooling and crying and laughing and hiccuping -- //Now THAT'S a spanking...// is all the broken record of your brain can think.(set:$status=$status+10) "My, my," Evelyn says, touching your groin. "I do believe you enjoyed yourself. What should you say now?" "Th-thank you, m-ma'am," you stammer. "Very good. Alright, up now. Your punishment is over...for now."] (if:$tolerance<5)[You fall off of Evelyn's lap, your bottom raw and inflamed, and cry out as you roll across the floor. Finally resting on your stomach, you prop yourself (with some difficulty) onto your elbows as bitter teardrops fall from your face. The sting is so unbearable -- you feel as though you could boil a pot of water just by dipping your butt into it. //Oh -- my -- god,// you think, brain still reeling. //Thank god it's over!//(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Evelyn Grace")) Evelyn stands above your naked behind and shakes her head. "Some (if:$gender is "boy")[boys](if:$gender is "girl")[girls] just aren't cut out for it," she says. "Now dear, pick up your pants and go home. I trust I don't have to tell you that if you breath a word of this to anyone you'll have it much worse, yes?" You nod, biting your lip to hold back more tears. "Very good. Esther, meet me upstairs." "Y-yes, ma'am," Esther replies. Like a bunny rabbit, she hops off the chair and makes her way out of the dining room. You pick yourself up slowly and follow, turning to the door. As you're leaving, Evelyn by your shoulder: "Come back when you can tolerate more discipline, won't you? Esther would love a friend." The door clicks behind you as you leave. [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]]{ }(else:)[As you stand up from Evelyn's lap, your legs are trembling. You pull up your pants slowly -- gingerly -- and wince as the fabric passes over your deep-crimson behind. But even now, your vision blurry with tears, your bottom smarting with brain-numbing intensity, you feel...//proud//. Proud you were able to take this bun-beating. Proud your ass stood up to the task, as sore and red as it may be. Your butt is like a gleaming medal of honor, boasting the spanking you overcame. Your face is glowing. Evelyn seems impressed. She arches one eyebrow and looks directly into your eyes. "I suppose that wasn't your first time over someone's lap?" she says. You don't answer, but she smiles, understanding. "You make a lot of noise, but you're very entertaining. And your bottom -- well, it's not half bad to look at. What would you say about making this a regular occurance? I don't think Esther would mind the company." She grins. "Do you think you could handle being my play thing?" [["Yes, I'll be your submissive."]<accept| ["No, that isn't for me.]<refuse|]<response|{ }(click:?accept)[(replace:?response)["Ooh, yay!" Esther says as you accept. Her eyes are agleam, and she completely forgets her place. "I'll have a playmate now!" You can tell Evelyn is beside herself with excitement, but she controls herself. "Miss Soon, did I say you could comment?" "N-no, ma'am."(set:$esthers_secret=2)(set:$evelyn_sub=1) "We'll have to take care of that, then. Fetch the switch and assume the position on my bed, won't you?" Esther leaves silently. But as she goes, she gives you a discreet look of excitement and a thumbs-up. Evelyn allows her shoulders to drop as she steps towards you. "We're going to have a lot of fun together, (print:$name). Esther and I do this practically every day while the girls are at school. " she says. "For now, though, go home and rest. (set:$time=90)Perhaps get some balm. There will be plenty more spankings where that came from." And with that, she turns to leave, sashaying as she follows Esther up the stairs. You show yourself out. [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]]]{ }(click:?refuse)[(replace:?response)[Evelyn nods. "I understand. You can't force this sort of thing. I'm disappointed, though, and you can believe I'll be taking out my frustration on Miss Soon's lovely bottom." Esther groans -- but it's an act. You can tell by how her eyes light up. "Take care now," Evelyn says. "And if you find someone else who likes to play in your travels, send them over to me." [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]]]]

"Two pies, $25.46. Are you Evelyn's daughter?" you begin. "Me? Oh, no," she says, laughing. She's really quite pretty, her miniskirt showing off her long slender legs, breasts pressing against the fabric of her sweater. Her earrings are fashionable fake-diamond, her eyeshadow lightly accentuating her hazel eyes. She sort of has a cheerleader look to her, even not in uniform. "My name is Hannah. I'm not sure we've met?" She extends her hand. "I'm (print:$name)," you say. "I'm new in town." "You know, I was going to take that job at Mr. Pizzaman," Hannah says. "But I started babysitting, and it actually pays really well. You're lucky though -- Susan is really cool." "Oh, you're a babysitter?" "Yeah! In fact, I'm babysitting right now." [["Wait -- aren't Evelyn's daughters in high school?"]<good| ["Good for you! Now let's make with the tips."]<bad|]<dialogue|{ }(click:?good)[(replace:?dialogue)["Hah! Well, one of them is," Hannah replies. "Jenny is a 7th grader, but Ivy is 18 -- a senior in high school. I'm babysitting her too."(set:$ivy_loc="home") //But,// you think, //This girl is probably a senior in high school herself. Why would you get an 18-year-old babysitter for an 18-year-old kid?// Hannah can see that you're still confused, and she grins knowingly. "Pretty crazy, right? The thing is, Ivy likes to behave like a little girl. So, you know, she gets treated like one." She pushes the door open a little further as she takes the pizza. Jerking her head towards the kitchen, she asks, "Wanna come see what I mean? [["Sure I do."]<accept| ["Mmm no thanks."]<refuse|]<response|{ }(click:?accept)[(replace:?response)["Great! I've always wanted to show someone this." Hannah pushes the door back with her behind and motions for you to come in. She places the pizzas on the dining room table and cups her hand to her mouth: "Jenny! Dinner is ready!" No answer. "She's probably still up there, teasing her sister. Serves her right, honestly -- Ivy is always bullying that girl. //Jenny! Don't let your dinner get cold, now!//" "What do you mean 'teasing?' Teasing her for what?" Hannah smirks. "You'll see." Finally, you hear Jenny bounding down the steps. She's wearing a dark green hoodie sweatshirt and a huge grin on her face. "Thanks, Hannah," she says. "No problem. Save some for your sister, she can eat later." "Okay!" She looks at you and her eyes light up. "Are you gonna show (if:$gender is "boy")[him](if:$gender is "girl")[her]?" "That's the plan." "Can I come? Please? Pretty please?" "Now, Jenny, don't you start," Hannah says sternly. "I want you to eat your pizza while it's hot. Then you can come up." Jenny bolts into the kitchen, and you hear her practically wrenching a plate from the cabinet. "Don't break anything! Or your butt will be next!" Hannah calls. She turns to you with a smile, shaking her head. "Okay, let's go upstairs." Your heart is pounding with the anticipation! //What is she about to show me?!// Only one way to find out... [[Follow her->REACT TO IVY]]]]{ }(click:?refuse)[(replace:?response)["Oh, okay," Hannah says, disappointed. "I get that you've got work to do. But it was nice meeting you! Drop by the school sometime -- if I've got a free period, we can chat! There's a lot about this town I can tell you."(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Hannah Linx")) She smiles pleasantly and waves as you don your bike helmit and step off the porch. "See you around!"(set:$default=1) (set:$money=$money+5) [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]]]{ }]]{ }(click:?bad)[(replace:?dialogue)[Hannah looks at you sharply. "Wow, //rude//!" she says. She takes out a few of the more-crumpled dollar bills and says, "Here, there's $28. Oh, and just so you know," she says smugly, "Susan will spank you if you forget to show up to work. So have fun with that!" Then she snatches the pizza out of your hand, leaving you standing there with one hand clutching the cash. (set:$money=$money+2.54)Before you can say another word, she slams the door.]]

(if:$ivy_loc is "home")[No matter what you thought you'd find, nothing could've prepared you for the sight that greets you upstairs.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Ivy Grace")) After thumping upstairs behind Hannah, you watch her push open a door decorated with cut-outs from boy band posters and quizzes from teen magazines with answers circled. The eye-level section of the door is occupied by photos of a rotating cast of high school girls, including a picture of the Puttsdale High School swim team standing in front of a pool. (if:$relationships contains "Kid Missy")[You recognize Kid Missy in at least two of the photos. ]Each photo features a different group, but every group includes one waifish, blonde, pretty girl with petite breasts and mischevious, elvish features. Here she is holding a swim team trophy. Here she is at a beach in the southeast, leaping with her back to the camera -- her cute butt peeping below the crescents of her white bikini bottom. Here she is grinning and holding a college acceptance letter, wearing a Loyola Maryland sweatshirt. And now, as the door swings open: here she is kneeling on her bed wearing only a pink bra and a diaper, upper thighs and a glimpse of her butt cheeks glowing red and sore, a rotating fan angled at her spanked backside, tears is her eyes, a pacifier in her mouth, pressing her head against the pillow. She groans as you come in, but only shifts her face so her pretty blue eyes are covered in the comforters. Hannah watches your reaction gleefully. "This is Ivy Grace. She's eighteen, same age as me -- but I'm her babysitter for tonight." "Wh-I-uh-she-" you stammer. Finally, you manage to blurt out: "What //happened?//" The teenage babysitters shrugs, trying to be nonchalant. "She was naughty, so I had to give her a spanking. Then she wouldn't stop being a baby, so I broke out my //real// babysitting kit." "Isn't her mom gonna be mad?" "Oh, that's the best part -- her mom told me to do it!" Hannah says. "Really?"(set:$saving_grace=1) "Mmm-hm," Hannah says, self-satisfied. She walks up behind Ivy and pats her bottom. "I guess a while back when her mom was out of town, Ivy threw a party with some friends. So since then, Miss Grace has been hiring me to babysit her. She doesn't mind that we're classmates -- if anything, she says, it sets a good example." Ivy pouts at you, then spits out her binky. "//Bleh!// It's total BS! She treats me like I'm a baby and spanks me for the dumbest stuff --" "Ah ah ah!" Hannah says, picking up the pacifier and reinserting it into Ivy's mouth. "You wouldn't want me to have to soap out that mouth again, would you?" You watch, amazed, as Hannah pulls back on Ivy's diaper to reveal her buns, a lovely shade of red with a lovely crease between. Powerless, Ivy clenches her fist and, presumably, swears revenge. "Still clean," Hannah remarks, letting the diaper snap back. Ivy whimpers as the waistband connects with her sore tushy. "Good girl!" She pats her on the bottom once again. A part of you thinks you could stay and marvel at this ridiculous situation -- //an 18-year-old babysitter with an 18-year-old babysittee!// -- all day long. (set:$time=$time+1)But you're still on the clock, and you really do need to get back to the pizzeria. You take one last look and hit the road.[ As you're leaving, you reflect to yourself: [It must have been nice to spank Ivy's pretty white bottom]<dom| [She's lucky she was spanked by someone as hot as Hannah.]<sub|]<reaction|(click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$dominance = $dominance+1)//It must have been nice to spank Ivy's pretty white bottom.//]](click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$submissiveness = $submissiveness+1)//She's lucky she was spanked by someone as hot as Hannah.//]] Hannah cheerily waves you off, and Jenny says goodbye at the door. "You should stop in again sometime when Hannah's babysitting," she says. Her eyes light up when she thinks of her mean old sister's fate. "Getting to see the spanking is the best part!" (set:$money=$money+5) [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]](if:$ivy_loc is "indoor pool")[You walk through the gym hallway into the indoor pool and are hit with the nostalgic smell of chlorine. The swim team is doing laps -- you recognize Kid Missy, even in her bathing cap. Ivy Grace is standing at the edge of the pool -- but practice, for her, has been cancelled.(set:$swim_practice=1) Her bathing cap is off, her usually braided blonde hair in one thick golden cord draped over her shoulder, both hands clutching her strikingly red butt cheeks with her one-piece swimsuit riding up between. Her eyes, red-rimmed by the suction lines from her goggles, show the tell-tale signs she's been crying. Judging from the degree of cherry-redness standing off her behind, Ivy might be justified to full the whole pool with tears and you'd hardly blame her. Her alabaster bum is glowing and brilliantly red, shimmering under the fluorescents, the color of a lifeguard's rescue tube. To add insult to injury, her suit is still darkly wet and clinging to the small of her back, which clearly makes for an uncomfortable wedgie. She tries to rub her behind to relax the sting of her recent spanking. "Hey! I saw that, Grace!" a sharp voice from beyond the bleachers calls out. "You rub that little tushy of yours one more time and I'm taking you over my knee again!" "But coach, it huuuuurts..." Ivy moans. "Good! Maybe next time when I say 'no butterfly off-season,' you'll listen to me. The last thing I need is for the captain of my team with a college scholarship to injure herself trying to PR!"(set:$swimming_practice=1) "I'm sorry -- but please, can't the punishment be done?" "It'll be done when I say it's done, and that's when the tiles are dry. So stiff upper lip, princess! Or your butt is getting a second lap!" She whimpers miserably, clenching her hands into fists at her sides and bobbing on her tiptoes. You can tell from the way she glances over her shoulder that she'd love to dive into the cool pool water to relieve her burning bottom...(set:$reactee="Ivy Grace") Ivy's red rump is a lovely sore sight for your eyes, to be sure. As you peep from your secret spot, you find yourself thinking: [[I'd love to spank someone like that.]<dom| [I really need a good spanking.]<sub|]<reaction|(click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$dominance = $dominance+1)//I'd love to spank someone like that.// (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE]]](click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$submissiveness = $submissiveness+1)//I really need a good spanking.// (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS]]] You might not want to talk to her right now...(if:$inventory contains "camera")[ (display:"PHOTOS")] [[Leave|HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]]

(if:$inventory contains "paint")[You take the paint and a paintbrush to the vandalized wall and paint over the letters. Before long, the paint has dried and the wall looks good as new. You wipe sweat from your forehead, step back, and admire your work.(set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"paint")) "Well, well," a voice from behind you declares. You turn sharply to find a balding man in a brown suit crossing his arms. His hair is gray and circles his head like a laurel wreath. He is thin and intelligently looking, and although he suit is slightly worn, he has a prestigious, academic air. "If it isn't our good Samaritan." He puts his hands on his hips and surveys the wall, impressed. Then he smiles warmly and extends his hand. "I'm Principal Max Hawthorne," he says. "It's so nice to be able to meet you and //thank// you for your kindness." You shake his hand. "I'm (print:$name). And it was no problem." Once again, Princiapl Hawthorne steps back to look at the wall. "Marvelous," he says in a low voice. "You know, the culprit still hasn't been apprehended for this act of vandalism. When we //do// find him or her, I would very much like you to be present for their disciplining. Your behavior sets a fantastic example of responsibility in action -- it's an example I would like them to see." "Oh, uh -- sure!" "And of course, you're a friend of the school now, (print:$name)," he continues. "Please, do stop by any time. Our students could use a role model like you!"(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"High School")) With that, he pats you on the back and waves as he leaves. "Take care now! I hope to be seeing you soon!"]{ }(else:)[(if:$max_loc is "office")[You give a soft rap at the heavy office door and hear a distant-sounding "Come in!" from the other side. As you enter, your struck by the smells of academia: hard-bound books, creased pages, tweed, mahogany furniture, and lofty philosophical thoughts.(unless:$principal_replacement is 1)[ Principal Maxwell Hawthorne is seated behind his desk with his glasses low on his nose, his ballpoint pen leaving dark, blotty script on his papers. He leans back and sighs. "Busy, busy," he says. Still, you can tell he's glad for the excuse to chat. "What can I do for you today, (print:$name)?" [[Talk to him]<talk|(if:$dominance is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Spank him]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>1)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:30 SUB:1 AUT:76 TOL:10**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[Principal Hawthorne nods to you familiarly. "How do you do, (print:$name)?" he asks warmly. But he doesn't seem to have much time to talk, so you decide to let him go about his principal duties.]]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[Spank the principal of the high school? Are you insane? You'll need almost as much authority as the mayor! Heck, you might have to //be// the mayor before you lay a hand on Principal Hawthorne's backside!]]{ }(click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[(replace:?exit)[](display:"SPANKED BY MAX")]]](else-if:$relationships contains "Kailee Pound" and $suggestion is 0)[(set:$suggestion=1) (display:"KAILEE IN FOR A SPANKING")](else:)[Principal Maxwell Hawthorne looks up as you enter, and immediately stands, his excitement palpable. "Ah! (print:$name), you're just the person I wanted to see!" he says, coming towards you with his hand outstretched for a shake. You take it, a bit startled as he claps his hand on your shoulder. "My dear (print:$gender), I have a task for you today, should you choose to accept it. I am meant to leave campus to see Mr. Wheeler at the hardware store. Need some sturdier equipment -- my paddles keep breaking, you know how frustrating that is. But I've no one to be here in my stead." It takes a moment before you realize what he's suggesting with his earnest look. You blink. "Y-you want me to..." "Be my replacement while I'm gone, yes, of course!" he declares. "I can hardly think of a more trustworthy disciplinarian. At this time of year, the seniors are becoming too big for their britches -- they are constantly misbehaving, and of course they are sent to me. Will you handle their punishments for me? I understand if you are busy..." he says. He allows the thought to trail off, waiting for your reply. //What an offer,// you think to yourself. //A chance to be principal for a day, to spank all of the senior girls and boys who need it most! But it's a lot of responsibility...// What do you say?(set:$viewed=(a:)) [[Yes]<yes| [No]<no|]<reply|(click:?yes)[(replace:?reply)["I'd love to, Principal Hawthorne!" you reply. His face lights up. "Good (print:$gender)!" he says loudly. Then, clapping you on the back for a final time, he takes his jacket from the coat hanger and opens the door to leave. "I'll surely be rewarding you for this, (print:$name)!" he declares. "You're helping me a great deal!" "The pleasure is all mine," you say with a wry grin. //The opportunity is reward enough!// (replace:?exit)[[[Begin->STORY 1 - MAX HAWTHORNE]]]]](click:?no)[(replace:?reply)["I- I can't right now, Principal Hawthorne," you say, wincing slightly. "I'm really sorry." For a moment, Principal Hawthorne appears crestfallen. He quickly collects himself, though, nods firmly, and says, "Yes, yes, of course. I'm sure you have a lot to do. I'll try to find someone else." He goes back behind his desk to continue his work.]]]]{ }(else:)[(unless:$relationships contains "Max Hawthorne - FRIEND")["Well, hello there, (print:$name)," Principal Hawthorne says with a friendly wave. "So glad to see you've stopped by! I do hope you get to meet some of our fine students -- every student has his or her own schedule with different free periods, of course, so you'll run into a different crowd if you come at different times. School lets out at 3pm." He looks over his glasses at you. "And I hope you'll let me know if any of my wonderful students are distracted from their proper schedules, yes?" You nod, and the principal's smile broadens. He claps you on the back hard enough to send you falling forward -- he's deceptively strong! //Good thing he seems to like me...//(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Max Hawthorne - FRIEND")) "Excellent! See you around, then!" And with that, he takes off at a brisk pace. //He seems really nice,// you think, rubbing your shoulder, //but I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that forehand!//](else:)[Principal Hawthorne nods to you familiarly. "How do you do, (print:$name)?" he asks warmly. But he doesn't seem to have much time to talk, so you decide to let him go about his principal duties.]]][ [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]]<exit|

(if:$relationships contains "Chiza Bee")[Chiza pulls her hair from her eyes and smiles at you. She has lovely dimples, you notice. Her eyes have a relaxed look to them, laid-back and clear. She's got a chill, stoner-esque look to her -- a go-with-the-flow vibe you'd expect in California, not Minnesota. "Hey, you," she says softly, leaning back with her palms flat on the grass. "What's happening?" [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$dominance>16)[ [Spank her]<spank|](if:$submissiveness>5)[ [Request spanking]<request|](if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:16 SUB:5 AUT:20 TOL:0**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)[Chiza isn't much of a talker -- more of a listener. She's asks you about where you're from, and she listens with genuine interest. //This girl is pretty cool,// you think. //No wonder all the boys are drooling over her.//]](click:?spank)[(replace:?interact)[(if:$authority>20)[Chiza's face falls. "You...want to spank me?" She bows her head with her brow knitted, as though pondering what she did to deserve punishment. //Maybe I shouldn't...// you think. //She hasn't done anything wrong...// But just as you're about to take back your request, Chiza lifts her head with a brazen grin and says, "Alright. But I'm gonna critique your style." She pulls down her blue jeans in a single, fluid motion, revealing red panties beneath. She sticks out her bottom and looks at you, eyes beckoning. "C'mon. Let's see what you've got." (replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKING CHIZA")]](else:)[Chiza laughs. "Only my parents spank me," she says. "But nice try getting a look at this ass." She slaps her behind playfully, which drives you absolutely wild.]]](click:?request)[(replace:?interact)[Chiza shakes her head. "Sorry, I don't do that. For me, getting spanked is fun sometimes, but giving a spanking is hard work. The only reason I'd ever spank you would be if you did something messed up to me first." She smiles. "And you seem pretty cool, so it's not likely. Don't mess with me, though," she says, suddenly becoming serious. "I do //not// go easy."]]]{ }(else:)[You approach the pretty girl with the jet-black hair, and she gives you a pleasant smile. Her voice is mellow and sweet: "Hey, I'm Chiza. You new in town?"(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Chiza Bee")) "Yeah," you say. "I'm (print:$name). Just exploring a bit, meeting some new people." "Cool, cool," she says, nodding her head approvingly. Then she giggles. "Welcome to Puttsdale -- it's different, right?" She squints her eyes and wrinkles her nose. "I've gotta agree with you there." "But don't worry," she says reassuringly. "This town is actually pretty chill when you get used to it. Takes a while, though. And it's nice to know people. You should stop by my house sometime," she says, giving you a goofy, faux-confident look. "I'll tell you what's what." She laughs. "For real, though, I live in the red corner ranch house on Piermont -- come by anytime!" You thank her, and she says, "Don't mention it." Happy to have made a new friend, you walk away with her waving goodbye.(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Bee House"))] [[[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]]<exit|

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(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - **THE BEE HOUSEHOLD** This red ranch house is where Chiza Bee lives -- you've got an open invitation here from the super-laid-back girl herself. Her parents, from what you can tell, probably aren't so 'lax, judging by the botanical upkeep of the place. The lawn is tightly manicured, and the hanging garden plants on the porch look meticulously cared for. The small lawn is fence in by a well trimmed hedge. There's a large rhotodendron to the right of the house beyond the side window. //If the Bees raise their daughter at all like they take care of their plants, they probably have an eye on her at all times.//{  }(unless:$relationships contains "Daniel Long")[(if:$time>126)[ There's a light on at the side window house, and a sillouette glides past the yellowy backdrop as you watch. From a distance, you can't make out just who is up so late -- Just then, you hear a rustling sound in the bushes. //What was that?// [[Check it out->BEE HOUSE - CATCH DAN]]]]{  }(if:$chizaSORE>0)[ There are no lights on in the house, but the door is wide open. As you climb up onto the porch, you hear motion in the backyard -- //Sounds like water sloshing around,// you think. //I wonder what's going on back there?// You can see the back door, also open, directly across from where you're standing. If you go straight through the house, you can catch a glimpse. [[Sneak into backyard->REACT TO CHIZA]]] [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]

(unless:$learning > 0)[You've still got splinters in your fingers from earlier(if:$received contains "Harvey Wheeler")[, and a few more in your bottom from your paddling before.] The spirit may be willing, but the flesh is weak. "On second thought," Harvey says, "Let's wait until tomorrow. Rest up first."]{ }(else:)[(set:$lesson=(random:1,5))Harvey gets one of his teenage employees to take the register, then takes you to the back of the store where there's a workbench with a circular saw. "Okay," he says, "today's lesson is..." ==><== ... <== (if:$lesson<4)[The lesson goes well, and Harvey is impressed by your work ethic. You learn some basics of woodworking and sawing techniques, and by the end you feel more knowledgeable.(set:$carpentry=$carpentry+1)]{ }(else-if:$lesson is 4)[The lesson goes fantastically! You really blow Harvey away with your skill and your retentiveness -- by the end, he's standing back and letting you do most of the work! The time flies quickly, and by the end, you feel like a pro.(set:$carpentry=$carpentry+2)]{ }(else-if:$lesson is 5)[(display:"SPANKED BY HARVEY")]{ }(set:$time=$time+6)(set:$learning=$learning-1)(if:$carpentry > 5)[ Harvey claps a hand on your shoulder as you both survey your work. "Well, (print:$name)," he begins, "I'd say you've learned just about all I can teach you for now. Now you ought to practice on your own." He smiles at you, eyes glowing. "You're ready for your own projects now!" (set:$skills=$skills+(a:"carpentry")) "Awesome!" you reply. //Hmmm...I'll need some wood to do anything, and I can get that right here. What should I make first?//]] [[Leave->HARDWARE STORE]]

(unless:$inventory contains "wood")[You'll need wood to do any woodworking. You can get some at the hardware store.](else:)[(unless:$inventory contains "saw")[You've got your wood, and you're almost ready to do some woodworking -- when you remember that you still need a handsaw! //Dammit,// you think. //I got so used to using Harvey's tools I forget to get my own.// Luckily, you can pick one up at the hardware store.](else:)[You set out your wood and your handsaw on a makeshift work bench you made by clearing your desk and setting down some newspaper. //Time to get to work!// you think, cracking your knuckles.(set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"wood")) The project takes you more than two hours of sawing, smooting, carving, reworking, and sweating, but the end result is worth it: a beautiful oak paddle, smooth and sturdy, ready to beat some buns.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"paddle"))]] [[Leave->EMPTY APARTMENT]]

(if:$alex_reaction is 1)["But, Dad --" "Alexandra, don’t start," Mr. Hampton says sternly. He’s standing now, and his large, pot-bellied frame seems larger than usual – somehow, more menacing. He reaches to his waist and begins to unloop his thick leather belt. Panic-stricken, Alexandra looks to her mother with wide eyes, the color draining from her cheeks. "Your father is right, sweetie," her mother says. Her voice is low, almost a whisper, her mouth is pursed, and her eyebrows are arched. It’s the //I told you so// face Alex and her brothers are so familiar with – a sure sign that her mother will //not// be helpful. "We didn’t raise you to be irresponsible. Your behavior needs to improve! Both of us have already decided on this: from now on, you’ll do your chores, or you’ll pay for it on your bottom." "Mom! I can’t believe you!" Alex exclaims, aghast. Her mother sighs deeply, trying to keep her voice calm in spite of her daughter’s mounting hysteria. "We know we didn’t spank you much when you were a teenager. But now we realize our mistake. You’re a young lady now, and –" "Exactly!" Alexandra cries. "I’m 20 years old!" "Don’t you take that tone with your mother, Alexandra, or it’ll be worse for you!" her father interrupts sharply. Alex deflates, becoming small before her father, who stands a full head and shoulders taller than her. He’s never looked this big before…//Not since I was, like, seven,// Alex thinks. "I’m not a little girl anymore," she says stubbornly. But her resolve is failing. Her voice breaks, and her eyes fall. Her father sighs. "If you don’t want to be treated like an adult, Alexandra, you’ll have to act like one. You’ll have to take care of yourself, keep yourself on track. You’ll have to pull your weight around this house, so long as you want to live here rent-free – not just sit on the couch and watch the tube. And if you continue with that, well, you can expect you’ll be sitting on a sore butt! Now, enough of this. Stand up and get over here." He takes her by the arm and guides her to her feet. Alex drags her feet in a stutter-step as her father steers her to the end of the couch. She shakes her head, her dark hair whipping wildly – "No – no, wait! Stop it, dad!" – but her slim frame is no match for her father’s firm, meaty hands. He sits, and with one swift jerk of his arm, he forces her over his knee so she’s balanced on her midsection, her feet in the air, helplessly kicking. "Now, Eric," her mother says, ignoring Alexandra’s fierce protestations and speaking directly to her husband in her same, calm voice, "Let’s not use your belt. We never did when Alex was a girl, after all. I’ll get my hairbrush instead." "What? No!" Alex continues to kick, but her father has her pinned with his knuckles against the small of her back. "Please, not the hairbrush…" Her voice is quavering and desperate. "I’m – I’ll be good, I promise, just…please!" Not acknowledging her daughter, Marisa takes the belt from Eric’s hand and leaves the living room. She’s back in a moment from the bed room with her hairbrush, which she presses into Eric’s palm before leaning over the back of the couch to give him a soft, sweet kiss. "It’s the right thing to do," she whispers, and the corner of Eric’s mouth twitches in a small, wistful smile. "And maybe, if we do it right…we’ll only have to do it once!" Eric snorts. "I doubt it," he says wryly. "What are you guys saying?" Alex says, pausing from her struggle to get free. "Are you talking about me?" "Oh, never you mind," her mom replies. She goes to the living room curtains. "You’ve got bigger things to worry about, missy. The whole neighborhood is going to see you get the spanking you deserve!" And with that, she throws back the red curtains, allowing the living room to be flooded with light from the windows overlooking their front yard and azealea bush. From the sidewalk, any passerby has a clear line of sight to Alex’s punishment – her full profile, bent over her father’s knee, is on display. "Noooo!" Alex cries, thumping her fists helplessly on the couch cushions. "You can’t do this – please, stop!" "It’s been a while, so we’ll start with a warm-up," her father says grimly. "And don’t you dare reach back – or it’ll be worse!" He lifts the hairbrush high in the air above Alex’s bottom, still clad in the beige romper, then brings it //swooshing// down through the air! //WHACK!// "AAAeeeee!" The pain is worse than Alex could have ever expected. The flat back of the hairbrush cracks down on her right butt cheek with such explosive force that it sends her whole bottom rippling and her body lurches foreward. As the red blossoms on her backside beneath the thin, unprotective fabric, it dawns on Alex: //This is very, very bad…// //WHACK!// The second smack, this time on the left cheek, practically brings tears to Alex’s eyes. She yelps again, then tries to brace – //WHACK!// "Aaaaghaha!" she moans. Already, her backside is starting to feel toasty, and the sting is building… //WHACK!// "Omigosh!" Alex’s mother takes a seat on the armrest of the couch and lovingly takes Alex’s hands. The sight of her daughter’s face, contorted in pain from the sting in her backside, gives her no pleasure or satisfaction…but deep in her heart, she knows this is what’s best for Alex’s future. The //I told you so// look melts into a more compassionate expression as she watches Alex grit her teeth, face starting to burn red, neck straining, and then -- //WHACK!// -- eyes wide, glistening tears in the corners! //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// Now Eric is really in a groove. He paddles her behind to a 3/4 beat, alternating buns with each swat. He swings hard for the 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th… "S-stop! Please!" Alex begs. Her backside is on fire, and her legs are swinging. Her fingers are whiteknuckled from clutching onto her mom’s hand. //It hurts so much!// she thinks, her mind (and thighs) on fire. //I-I can’t take much more!// Alex bows her head, warm tears pressing against her eyelids. //I’ve just got to get through this,// she thinks. //It has to be over soon…right?!// //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// "Awwwaaaaha!" Alex is wailing now – she’s sure the neighbors can hear, but she doesn’t even care. Her bottom feels hot – hot enough to catch her romper ablaze! She imagines smoke pouring off her behind as her father works her butt over with more vicious //thwacks// of the hairbrush until, finally, the tears start to flow. //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// She’s sobbing, her brown hair hanging over her eyes, and there’s real remorse in her voice as she says: "P-please! I-I’m sorry, dad – I’ll try harder, just – please, no more spanking!" Alex can’t stand it any more – her backside is ablaze! She wrenches her hand away from her mother and thrusts it back to sheild her poor bottom from further beating! Which, as it turns out, was a very, very bad move. Her father stops mid swing, grabs her wrist, and pins it to her back. "Why, I ought to --" His veins are bulging with anger! "Is any of this even getting through to you?!" "It is, it is!" Alex pleads. Her bottom aches, hot and stinging under her romper. "Not enough, apparently!" her father bellows. "I //specifically// said not to reach back while you’re being spanked…and you deliberately disobeyed me!" He steps back and runs his hand through his thinning hair. Alex looks up at her mother, who has the //I told you so// face on again. "I don’t think this spanking is enough. It needs to be on your bare bottom. Take down these shorts, young lady – right now!" "B-but Dad –" Alex cries. "I don’t want to hear any buts, except for your bare butt underneath this hairbrush!" "I-I-" Alex hangs her head. Her bottom lip quivers as she admits in a small voice: "I can’t take them off." "What was that?" "I can’t take them off." "And why not?" "B-because," Alex says, looking back towards her seared bottom, fear etched across her pretty face, "because it’s a romper, dad – I can’t take the pants off, cuz it’s one piece." Her father is silent for a moment. The living room is suddenly still, and Alex is able to concentrate, just for a moment, on the true, eye-watering pain in her pinkened tushy. She winces, overcome by the aching in her buns. It’s her mother who breaks the silence. "Well," she says, shrugging. "Then I guess you’ll just have to take the whole thing off, now won’t you?" Alex’s jaw drops. Her eyes go wide looking into her mother’s face, searching for some glimmer of a joke. "Mom," she says, "you can’t be serious." "Oh, I certainly am. If your father says you need a bare-bottom spanking, then that’s what you’ll get," her mother replies matter-of-factly. She adds: "Maybe this will convince you to have a more practical wardrobe in the future, hm?" "But Mom!" It’s no use – no amount of whining or complaining now can change Alex’s fate. Her mother is standing over her, and she’s helpless on her father’s knee. //I can’t…I can’t believe this…// she thinks. And she stands to take off her clothes. Sniffling miserably, Alex strips off her romper and drops it in a balled up heap. She slides down her light blue panties and steps out of the legholes, face burning. She can’t bare to look at the window, where she’s sure she’ll see crowds of people on the sidewalk just beyond the hedges gawking at her small breasts (clad in a non-matching B-cup bra) and her round butt, now rosey and red and raw. "Okay, back over you go," her father says gruffly. Wordlessly, Alex obeys. Just as she lies over his lap, her father sets to lining up his brush with her backside once again. He taps lightly, hauls back, and brings his arm down hard! //CRACK!// "EEEEMmmph!" Alex suppresses her scream. Her thighs are trembling now, the dark red mark rising from the last spank just above her sit-spots. She bites her bottom lip and clenches her buttocks together. //WHACK!// "Aaaohooaaaowwww!" //WHACK!// "MMph! MMph! MMMAAaaahaha!" She kicks her feet and pounds her fists! The fire in her backside is rising – she can practically feel smoke pouring off her naked ass, her lovely, tanlined buns dancing and jiggling beneath the claps of the hairbrush-back. //Oh..my…god…// //WHACK!// Finally, Alex breaks down into tears, and the whacks between sobs make her cry out loud. The sting of the brush on her bare behind is too much to bear, and the salty tears flow down her face. When, at last, it’s over, Eric leans back from Alex’s glowing bottom and heaves a satisfied sigh. He gives Alex’s mother a nod and a meaningful look, and she nods in assent. "Just a little longer dear," her mother says reassuringly. "And then it’s corner time." //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// By the time "a little longer" has passed, Alex’s entire bottom is a bright, solid red. The pain is so great that she’s panting and sweating – the heat from her behind is strong enough that her father can feel it. Wiping his forehead, her father leans back from his work. He looks at his wife and gives a firm nod. "Alright, Alex. You’ve had your spanking. Now we’re sending you to bed early, so get in your pajamas. When you come down, it’ll be corner time." //Corner? Bedtime?// Alex sniffled confusedly as she stands, still choking back her sobs. But she doesn’t complain – not even as she’s changing into her PJs – a white teeshirt and plaid boxer shorts – and brushing her teeth in the mirror between sad glances at her scarlet rear end…before it’s even 5’oclock. But she doesn’t point out that it’s still bright outside. She’s learned her lesson at this point…her parents have made their message very, very clear.(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1) Her parents make her pull the cottom boxers off her bum, revealing the crimson cheeks, a solidly and soundly spanked bottom, to everyone who looks into the Hampton living room window. Alex faces the wall, her hands on her head, kneeling on a stool and crying softly, for what feels like an eternity. When her parents finally send her to bed, it’s only 7 o’clock – but she feels tired enough to sleep for a week. That night, lying awake with the covers off, her bottom naked to allow the draft to cool her soreness, Alex’s thoughts race. //I can’t believe they actually…SPANKed me,// she thinks, still in disbelief. But there’s no denying the pain in her rear end. //Living at home is going to be…harder than I thought…//(set:$alexSORE=2) "First thing tomorrow, missy," she hears through her bedroom door, "you are walking your red bottom over there and begging for your job //back//. I don't care what the agreement is -- if you are going to live in our house, you are going to //pull your weight!//" ==><== * <== //Holy shit!// you think, mouthing the words as though you can't help but say them out loud. //They REALLY gave it to her! For a minute there, I felt like I was the one getting spanked!// You feel somehow closer to Alex, as though you've shared an experience together...(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Alexandra Hampton - FRIEND"))[ Plus, watching that entire delicious spanking unfold has made you feel, now more than ever: [I'd love to spank someone like that.]<dom| [I really need a good spanking.]<sub|]<reaction|(click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$dominance = $dominance+1)//I'd love to spank someone like that.// (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!]]](click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$submissiveness = $submissiveness+1)//I really need a good spanking.// (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!]]] Your out-of-body experience behind you, you decide to proceed --//But I'll have to check in later,// you think. //This is just too interesting...// [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]](if:$alex_reaction is 2)[ -- except she isn't facing you. No, she's facing the opposite direction, and her uniform short-shorts are down around her ankles. She's got both hands on her head, fingers linked just above the visor of her ball cap. Her bottom has been recently -- and thoroughly -- spanked. The patrons are enjoying their burgers, fries, and fountain sodas, telling and re-telling of the employee's bare bottom discipline. Alexandra's last interaction with a customer did not meet the customer service standard this estabishment strives to maintain. As a result, her pants were pulled down for some quick on-the-spot re-training, administered with a spatula over the counter while another employee held her hands. Apparently, the management gave Alexandra an extra half-dozen //whacks// for disturbing the dining experience of the customers with her cries and squeals (although watching Alexandra's butt jiggle in response to swat after hard swat would probably rank in some patrons top five dining experiences //ever//). The realization strikes you like lightning: //This must have been the agreement Alex made to get her job back!// In the afterglow, she's standing with her knees locked, pigeon-toed and bare-bottomed, her dark-ruby bottom hot enough to fry a patty on each fine cheek. Her butt cheeks are solidly covered, the hard slap of the flat spatula delivering a sting you can almost feel just by looking. You can't see her face, but from the shaking of her shoulders, you think it's safe to say this spanking brought a few tears.(set:$reactee="Alexandra Hampton") The sight of Alex's well-spanked bottom makes you think to yourself: [[I'd love to spank someone like that.]<dom| [I really need a good spanking.]<sub|]<reaction|(click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$dominance = $dominance+1)//I'd love to spank someone like that.// (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!]]](click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$submissiveness = $submissiveness+1)//I really need a good spanking.// (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!]]] You might not want to talk to her right now...(if:$inventory contains "camera")[ (display:"PHOTOS")]]

She bends at the waist, as though she were doing one of her jack-knife dives -- you have to admire her flexibility, as she touches her toes without so much as a second thought. She spreads her feet out and places her palms flat on the ground so her tight little butt sticks up, her pale flesh pressing the blue elastic of her swimsuit. She shoots you a glare as you place your hand on her right buttock. "Don't give me that look. This is for your own good, and you know it," you tell her. You ready your hand, and Ivy braces. [Bare bottom]<bare|(click:?bare)[(replace:?bare)[Ivy is wearing a blue, one-piece swimsuit, which means you'd have to make her get completely naked to spank her truly on the bare. But naked cheeks will do, so you grab her swimsuit by the small of her back and draw it up in a tight wedgie, exposing the two circles of (if:$ivySORE is 0)[soft white](else:)[hot red] flesh beneath. "Eep!" Ivy yelps. But she's helpless to stop you...(set:$bare=1)]] [[Start spanking]<spank| [Use an implement]<implement|]<spanking|{ }(click-replace:?implement)[(display:"IMPLEMENT CHOICE")]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?spanking)[(unless:$given contains "Ivy Grace")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Ivy Grace"))]You set to work spanking Ivy. You've got quite the target: for such a small girl, she really does have a prodigious behind -- bell-shaped and lovely, you imagine her swimming must have something to do with the firmness of her thighs, the sleekness of her waist. From the second your (print:$implement) claps down on Ivy's backside -- //WHAP!// -- she begins to whine. "'not //fair//," she says, pouting. You give her tushy a squeeze, and she glares at you. You raise your arm for a second slap... //WHAP!// Ivy stamps her little feet(if:$bare is 1)[ as a pink mark rises on her wedgied bottom], and heaves a heavy breath. She's trying to keep her composure. //She won't be for long...// //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// "Ngah! It hurts!" "Good! It's supposed to!" //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// You continue working over Ivy's behind until she's lurching forward with every swat, groaning and hissing and grumbling as redness blossoms on her bottom, peeping out like fresh roses, raw and sore as thorns. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// You pause to catch your breath, and Ivy, her eyes bleary, shoots you an angry look. "Are we done here?" she says sharply. (set:$ivySORE=$ivySORE+1){ (if:$implement is "hairbrush")[(set:$ivySORE=$ivySORE+2)] (if:$implement is "paddle")[(set:$ivySORE=$ivySORE+3)] (if:$implement is "cane")[(set:$ivySORE=$ivySORE+4)] (if:$implement is "switch")[(set:$ivySORE=$ivySORE+5)]} [Continue]<continue| [[End spanking->IVY AFTERMATH]]]]{ }(click-replace:?continue)["Oh, I don't think you've learned your lesson quite yet," you say menacingly. Ivy looks back at you furiously -- but you can tell, from the ever-so-slight tremor of her eyebrows and the wavoring light in her eyes: she's scared. //Should be,// you think, suppressing a grin. //WHAP!// A powerful stroke, possibly the best connection yet! As you (print:$implement) makes contact with her right ass cheek, she sqeals in pain and her butt dances. She bends one leg at the knee. //WHAP! WHAP!// You bring down more spanks mercilesslly, increasing the pace as Ivy begins the scream and beg for you to stop. You glace up for just a moment and see that a classroom on the second floor has gathered at the window to watch the proceedings. //Wouldn't want to disappoint!// You increase the pace again, unleashing a flurry of smacks that cause Ivy to stand on her tip toes, her (if:$bare is 1)[naked, wedgied] bottom changing shades from pink to red to dark magenta under your (print:$implement). //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// "Stop! Stop, please!" Ivy cries, sounding genuine for the first time. She has tears spilling from her eyes as her bottom is warmed -- downright //toasted// -- and the heat is definitely getting to her. You launch into a final rain of spanks that causes Ivy to break down into bitter sobs and her bottom to glow a deep crimson beneath her suit, from the top of her thighs to the very full extent of her buttocks. Blubbering uncontrollably, Ivy begs for you to stop again -- so you lay one last blistering //SMACK// on her heinie and step back to look at your work.(set:$ivySORE=$ivySORE+1){ (if:$implement is "hairbrush")[(set:$ivySORE=$ivySORE+2)] (if:$implement is "paddle")[(set:$ivySORE=$ivySORE+3)] (if:$implement is "cane")[(set:$ivySORE=$ivySORE+4)] (if:$implement is "switch")[(set:$ivySORE=$ivySORE+5)]} ]

(unless:$ivySORE>5)[Ivy stands and picks up her bathrobe in a sweeping motion. She glares at you as she puts it on(if:$bare is 1)[ and pulls down her swimsuit legholes with an uncomfortable wiggle]. "Guess you're pretty happy, huh?" she says. "I swear, everyone wants to spank me these days. It's like I'm irresistible." She rubs her backside, then pulls back her robe to inspect the damage. As she smoothes it back down, she gives you another murderous look and storms away. //Doesn't see like her attitude was effected too much,// you think. Which is a pity -- but it still was fun. And you //are// pretty happy, for what it's worth!](else:)[As Ivy stands, she's trembling so hard her legs look as though they'll give out beneath her. (if:$bare is 1)[She winces as she pulls the threaded swimsuit out of her butt, then cries out in pain as the elastic snaps back into place over her blazing cheeks.] You cross your arms and watch as she slowly goes to pick up her bathrobe. Tears are still pouring from her eyes, and the fall in fat droplets as she stoops down. "What do we say after we're taught a lesson like that?" you say impatiently. "Th-thank you, (if:$gender is "boy")[daddy](if:$gender is "girl")[mommy]-- I mean, (print:$name)." Ivy hiccups loudly and keeps her eyes downcast. She's trying not to notice the students in nearby classrooms pointing and teasing from the windows. "Good. Let's try to keep that level of respect, shall we?" She nods, biting her lip. "I'm expecting less bratty boasting and complaining in the future. Do I make myself clear?" She nods again, and you can tell she means it. Her bottom is going to be sore for a few days, maybe even all week! //A lesson well learned,// you think. //And a bottom well spanked.// Seeing how contrite and humble Ivy is, you can't help but a touch of pride.] (display:"SAVE") [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]](set:$time=$time+1)

[Bare bottom]<bare|(click:?bare)[(replace:?bare)[You struggle not to let your hand tremble as you reach your fingers into Chiza's waistband and pull down her underwear. Chiza shivers as her (if:$chizaSORE>0)[toasted, red ]buns are exposed, but she doesn't say anything.(set:$bare=1)]] [[Start spanking]<spank| [Use an implement]<implement|]<spanking|{ }(click-replace:?implement)[(display:"IMPLEMENT CHOICE")]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?spanking)[(unless:$given contains "Chiza Bee")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Chiza Bee"))]//THWAP!// Chiza's thick bubble-butt absorbs your first spank with a deep, lovely jiggle. She shudders, looking over her bare shoulder at her behind as your (if:$implement is 0)[hand](else:)[(print:$implement)]-print rises. Then she lifts her dark eyes to you and says softly, "Should I be counting these?" You grin. "Yes, please do. So that was..." "One," she says, bracing. You see her shoulders tense, but her backside appears undaunted. Her thighs are musculed, and her bottom has a strong, healthy complexion, but her butt cheeks are round and firm enough that they hardly seem to quiver. //This...// you think, //This I will enjoy.// //WAP!// "Two!" Chiza cries out as your spank claps down against her other thigh, which ripples upon impact. //THWAP!// "Threeeee!" Chiza says, gritting her teeth, her voice higher pitched. //WAP!// "Four! Ow!" she says, bottom dancing. "//THWAP!// "Oh, god! It stings -- uh, five!" And this continues until Chiza's bottom is a soft pink, the color of clouds under a summer sunset, just as warm to the touch as August air. Chiza looks back at you, nibbling her lip. "...Um...more?" she asks. (set:$chizaSORE=$chizaSORE+1) (if:$implement is "hairbrush")[(set:$chizaSORE=$chizaSORE+2)] (if:$implement is "paddle")[(set:$chizaSORE=$chizaSORE+3)] (if:$implement is "cane")[(set:$chizaSORE=$chizaSORE+4)] (if:$implement is "switch")[(set:$chizaSORE=$chizaSORE+5)] [Continue]<continue| [[End spanking->CHIZA AFTERMATH]]{ }(click-replace:?continue)["More," you answer before swatting her gorgeous bottom again with your mighty (if:$implement is 0)[hand](else:)[(print:$implement)]. //WHACK!// Chiza throws back her head and wails! You decide to pick up the pace. Now you begin to get into a rhythm of spanking where Chiza's bottom is never not-bouncing -- every time her left cheek steadies itself, you apply a vicious //THWACK// to the right! Before long, she's kicking her feet and biting her lip, closing her eyes and counting between pleading, "Fifteen! Please please please not so hard it hurts so much pleasepleasepleaseplease OW! Sixteen! Ohmigoshohmigosh please please please my poor butt my poor NGAH! Seventeen!" You whack and thwack and crack your arm down on Chiza's glowing behind until the pinkness on her sit-spots becomes a dark, angry scarlet, a "sailor's warning" sort of red foretelling many sleepless nights...(set:$chizaSORE=$chizaSORE+1) "Please!" Chiza says, tears in her eyes. Her plump bottom rises and falls with her panting breath, and you have to admit she's an even prettier sight when she's been spanked. "My butt can't take anymore!" You decide to stop, but not before laying into Chiza with a few more spanks. //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// She's too startled and embarassed to count out loud anymore, although you're pretty certain you hit thirty. "There," you say. "Now, that's more like it!" (if:$implement is "hairbrush")[(set:$chizaSORE=$chizaSORE+2)] (if:$implement is "paddle")[(set:$chizaSORE=$chizaSORE+3)] (if:$implement is "cane")[(set:$chizaSORE=$chizaSORE+4)] (if:$implement is "switch")[(set:$chizaSORE=$chizaSORE+5)] [Continue]<continue| [[End spanking->CHIZA AFTERMATH]]]]]

(unless:$chizaSORE>5)[Chiza stands, rubbing her beautiful behind, and gives you a coy look over her shoulder. "So you like to spank girls, huh, (print:$name)?" Her dark eyebrow is cocked, and her head tilts playfully. She takes you by the wrist and places your hand flat against her backside -- her bottom is still hot to the touch. "Feel that?" she says, a challenge in her voice. "I've had twice as bad." "Oh?" you say, trying not to sound interested.(set:$time=$time+1) She grins. Then, leaning forward to whisper in your ear, she says, "And I was naked then, too." The syllables are like rain pattering on a tin roof, and her breath tickles your neck. Which that, Chiza leaves you standing, open-mouthed, blushing, and stunned silent. Maybe next time you can reverse the roles...](else:)[Chiza gets up, still biting her bottom lip. Her eyes are watery and her ass is hot, rosey and well-spanked. She limps away, moaning softly. Then she turns to you. "I-I'm sorry, (print:$name). From now on, I promise I'll behave." You nod, satisfied. //Looks like she's really learned her lesson,// you think to yourself. //Might need to make this a more regular occurance.//] (display:"SAVE") [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]

(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:20 SUB:10 AUT:20 TOL:10**]

[[ALEX AFTERMATH]]

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(if:$relationships contains "Lily Neilson")[]{ }(else:)[Officer Neilson shakes her head in quiet amazement. "In this little town...I just can't believe it." The other woman puts her hands on her hips and scans the street suspiciously. "You'd better start believing it, honey. You're the only cop in this lousey department worth their salt, Lily, and I need you to stay alert. If anyone can help us here, it's you." Lily blushes, flattered, and looks back at her ticket. "I appreciate that Deputy Lothbrok, but --" "Jesus, Lily, call me Helene." "-- sorry, Helene, but I'm telling you, Puttsdale Police Department is a good force! We just don't see much of...this sort of thing." Deputy Helene Lothbrok takes off her hat and adjusts her raven hair in its tight ponytail. "Well, this isn't exactly detaining high school pranksters for a spanking, Lily. There's an goddamned FBI agent involved now -- things are serious." Frowning, she takes off her glasses to wipe them on her shirt. She's fidgeting -- it's as if just //thinking// about the FBI agent makes her nervous.(set:$relationships=$relationships + (a:"Lily Neilson")) Lily shakes her head again in disbelief. "It's just so -- //big//! Nothing that big ever happens here!" "It is now. So keep an eye out. Sara Lamperouge is the blonde bombshell type -- she sticks out, to put it mildly, so she'll probably be in some sort of disguise. And if you do, //do NOT// try to talk to her. She's the best con woman in the U.S. right now, possibly the world -- she //will// fool you. She'll fool any of us." Neilson listens, wide-eyed and nodding slowly. She tears the ticket absent mindedly and, without looking, places it on the windshield of the car. "And if you run in to Maria De La Rosa, don't talk to her either, for that matter." Lothbrok dons her sunglasses and hat again, grimacing. "I swear she's too smart for her own good. Just call the county and ask for me, okay? I've got to know everything you know." Just as she says this, Deputy Lothbrok's head turns sharply towards you. You realize that you aren't being very subtle in your eavesdropping. //Oh shit,// you think, panicking. Hurriedly, you walk away without turning back. When you've passed to the other side of the street, you glance behind you. Both women are gone. [[Continue->UPTOWN]]]

(if:$relationships contains "Kailee Pound")[(if:$kaileeSORE is "cornertime")[Kailee turns her head slightly to eye you with watery eyes as you approach. You sweep up and down her body: from her pink-streaky hair to her too-large sweater falling over her hands too her thin waist and perfectly cherry-reddened bottom, down her long thighs to the stripey knee-highs and flats. It's a lot to take in.](else:)[Kailee gives you a tight grin. As relaxed as she's trying to seem, part of her mind is clearly occupied by the paddle at the other side of that door. She's wearing an oversized black sweater and stripey knee-high socks; her skirt is almost definitely not regulation, short enough to show off the pale white flesh of her thighs and occasionally a flash of lime-green undies. "Hey, (print:$name) -- what's up?"] [[Talk to her]<talk|(if:$inventory contains "iplinometer")[ [Use iplinometer]<iplinometer|](if:$authority is "IMPOSSIBLE")[ [Make her follow you]<follow|]]<interact|{ }(click:?iplinometer)[ The iplinometer reads: **DOM:14 SUB:8 AUT:9 TOL:9 NEED PADDLE**](click:?talk)[(replace:?interact)["Yeah, yeah, cornertime again" she says casually. "I get sent in for spankings almost every day --" she flashes an mock-innocent grin, her teeth pearly white, her nose-ring stud glinting under the flurescents, and presses her finger to her cheek. "That's why I'm so good all the time!" You can't help but snort.(if:$given contains "Kailee Pound")[(unless:$relationships contains "Kailee Pound - FRIEND")[ ["Don't be a brat, Kailee."]<brat|(click-replace:?brat)["Don't be a brat, Kailee," you say. "Or I'll take you right back to the Principal's office." Kailee only sticks her tongue out at you in reply. Kailee really is the perfect mix of punky and sweet: always making mischief, and always up for fun. Even while you were spanking her in Principal Hawthorne's office, you could sense that she knew you were watching her, and that she //wanted// you to see. She gives you a meaningful grin, which you return. //I really LIKE Kailee,// you realize. //Maybe someday we'll take things to the next level...//(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Kailee Pound - FRIEND"))]]](if:$video contains "spanked by Maggie at Iggy's Soft Serve")[ "Oh, that reminds me," she says. Her eyes narrow and she gets a look you don't like one bit. "I saw a video of Maggie spanking you in the ice cream parlor!" "What? A video?!" "Mm-hm!" She nods. "A few, actually -- they got some good angles!" "They?! Who's --" Then you remember the crowd that had formed outside the ice cream parlor when Maggie put you across the counter. //Damn smart phones,// you think bitterly, blushing. Satisfied that she's embarrassed you, Kailee laughs and sits back in her chair with a smug look. "I may be getting paddled," she says, "but at least my red butt isn't going to be all over the internet!" Your blush heats up as have to look away as a second peal of Kailee's laughter rings out in the hallway.]]] [[Leave|OUTSIDE THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE]]]{ }(else:)["So it's, like, a game?" the girl with the pink streak in her hair says. She's playing with her bracelet. Her friend scoffs. "Yeah, Kailee, a game where you get spanked to tears and //fuck// someone you hardly know if you lose." "Shh! Maggie!" Kailee says, giggling and holding out her hands. "Don't say that so loud! People might hear!" "And so what? What are you, a virgin?" "No," Kailee says, grinning sheepishly. "But I'm still a //lady//." Her friend laughs. "Well, maybe you'd be doing the spanking. Is that better? Your lady-ship?" "Better. What's it called again?" "'SubOne.' It's all over the internet. It's super messed up. Once you lose, you have to do //whatever// the other person says. Like, literally //anything.// Some people make, like, //marriage pacts// and stuff. Two people got arrested for havin' sex in public as part of it, and there was this one girl who got her ass whipped so hard she had to go to the //hospital.//" Kailee shudders. Then Maggie adds: "But when she woke up, apparently, she was all smiles. Like, 'Let's do it again, daddy!'" "//Shhh!//" Kailee says desperately. "We're in //public//!" "Oh, whatever," Maggie says, waving her hand. "Anyway, are we gonna see this movie or not?" "Yeah, I'm just waiting out here because I hate watching all the previews." "What?! The previews are the best part!" "God, Maggie, you're so weird." And with that, they turn and head inside. //SubOne?// you think to yourself. //I must have missed this trend. But it sounds pretty interesting...// [[Leave->MOVIE THEATER]]]

(unless:$inventory contains "pool key")[Unfortunately, you don't have a key to the indoor pool area at this time. They only give those keys to coaches and team captains.(set:$pool_key_quest=1) [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]](else:)[(if:$personal_record is 1)[//Well, THAT was certainly something,// you think to yourself, unable (or perhaps unwilling) to shake the after-image of what you just saw from your eyes. //I'll have to keep up to date with what happens between Leah, Kid, and Ivy next...// [[Continue|HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]](display:"STORY 1 - LEAH")]

(if:$relationships contains "Philia Reese - FRIEND")[]{ }(else-if:$relationships contains "Philia Reese")[Although petit, Philia has what your mother might have called a "strong presence." She sits in the lawn chair with perfect poise, a cup of coffee held in both hands on her lap. She's wearing her glasses, and her brown hair is tied in a ponytail. She nods to you as you approach. "Hello, (print:$name)," she says in that crisp, calculating voice of a scientist. "Interested in playing some more memory games?"(set:$question=0) [[Sure!]<yes| [No thanks]<no|]<answer|(click:?yes)[(replace:?answer)["That's the spirit!" Philia says, grinning. She pulls a set of flashcards from her pocket and taps them once on her knee. [[Begin|MEMORY GAME]]]](click:?no)[(replace:?answer)[Philia shrugs, unconcerned. "Suit yourself," she says, lifting her coffee to her lips.]]]{ }(else:)[The woman seems amused but unsurprised as you walk over. Her glasses flash in the sunlight. You realize something you hadn't before, something that perhaps prompted you to strike up a conversation: she's wearing a white lab coat. "Hey," you say. She tilts her head up at you. "Hello." "I'm (print:$name)." Her lips curl and her face breaks into a smile. "Yeah, I know." You must look ridiculous in your surprise, because she laughs.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Philia Reese")) "What, did you think you were going to be the first person to get off at this bus stop and no one was going to notice?" Then her face becomes serious as she corrects herself, pushing up her glasses and rocking forward in the lawn chair. "Second, actually. I guess that Amanda was the first. But people already knew me, so they were expecting her." "Amanda?" "My girlfriend," she says. "She'd introduce herself, I'm sure, but she's got a terrible habit of sleeping in. I need to talk to her about that..." Something flashes across her face, as though she were calculating something in her head. Then she returns. "And my name is Philia. Philia Reese. I work at the laboratory: if you can believe it, this tiny little town has a state-of-the-art research facility just down the way!" "Really?" Then, realizing all of your answers have been one or two words long, you try to pull your weight in the conversation. "I, uh, wouldn't have expected any scientists to want to be way out here..." "Oh, Puttsdale is //perfect// for our research," she says emphatically. "What type of research is it?" "All kinds. The technology wing is huge. But I deal in psychology." "Psychology? That sounds interesting." "It is," she says. She gives you a pleasant smile, but you can tell there's something hidden behind it. "In fact...In fact, if you're interested, you might be able to help me with a project I've been working on. You'd be taking part in an //experiment//, if you will. And, of course, I'd try to make it worth your while!" "What...//type// of experiment?" you ask warily. She laughs. "Nothing //painful//, if that's what you're thinking. No -- it's just a simple memory game. Want to try?" (set:$question=0) //A memory game?// You feel somewhat relieved. You've always been fairly good at those. It's something to do, right? Also, Philia has you curious about the labs...and you're starting to think that was her intention. [[Play the memory game|MEMORY GAME]]] [[Leave|RANCH HOUSES]]

(if:$labcode is 9)[You enter the code next to James' name, the number 9. After a moment, you hear his voice ask inquisitively: "Hello?" "Hey James, it's (print:$name)." You explain that you were in the area and just wanted to visit. You've got you're fingers crossed, since you're not sure you'll be allowed in. A pause. Then a static, "...Sure!" You hear a soft //bzzzz// and an LED by the door flashes green. As you're entering, you thank James, and he tells you that he is currently in the testing chambers. "Just press B3 in the elevator and go left," he says. "I'll find you."](if:$labcode is 5)[You enter the code next to Philia's name, the number 5. (unless:$test_subject is 1)[A disinterested and vaguely irritated voice crackles over the intercom: "Yes?" "Uh, hey Philia, it's (print:$name)," you say, standing on your tiptoes and biting your lip. "I was...well, I was in the area, and, um...just wanted to say hi?" You cross your fingers. There's a pause. A long pause. Your shift uncomfortably. Finally, there's a soft //bzzz// and an LED by the door flashes green. Relieved, you thank her. "Don't mention it," Philia says distractedly. "Just go to the elevator and go to B2. //Don't// go anywhere else. I'll meet you there."](else:)[Her voice crackles over the intercom, as sharp as always. "There aren't any experiments open yet, (print:$name)!" she snaps. Then, you swear you hear a smirk in her voice: "You'll get yours soon enough!" "Can I just come in to look around?" you say. She sighs, but a moment later you hear the buzzer and the LED flashes green.]] As you pass through the strangely-lit halls of the first floor, eerily abandoned, you start having some...well, immature thoughts. You're not quite sure what's coming over you, but for some reason, you want to go exploring. //I know I told (if:$labcode is 9)[James](if:$labcode is 5)[Philia] I'd visit...but...// You look at the massive array of glowing elevator buttons and bite your lip.(if:$jam_loc is "lab")[(if:$of_tomorrow is 0)[ [[Go to visit James->JAMES CROWLEY]]](else:)[ [[Go to visit James->PERKINS LABS - HOME OF TOMORROW]]]](if:$relationships contains "Philia Reese")[ [[Go to visit Philia->PHILIA REESE IN LAB]]] [Explore the lab]<explore|(click-replace:?explore)[(display:"PERKINS LABS - EXPLORE")]

(unless:$authority>100)[It seems very tempting, but... in your heart of hearts, you know you aren't ready to do that. //What if I get lost?// you think. //Or worse...what if I get caught?// You'll need to be a more authoritative figure in town before you can go wandering around a high security laboritory willy-nilly. [[Leave|PERKINS LAB]]](else:)[(set:$explore=$explore+1)You decide to do a little exploring. //What's the absolute worst that could happen?// you think to yourself. The voice of reason in the back of your mind is just about to answer you when you jam a random elevator button, closing yourself off from the possibility of turning back: [[Press B5->PERKINS LABS - THE SPANK-ULARITY]] [[Press B6->PERKINS LABS - AN APP FOR THAT]] //Here goes nothing!// you think as the doors slowly close...]

You approach the girls and gasp as the scene becomes clear through the bushes -- you can't believe your eyes! The twins you saw in the church are standing by a thick fallen tree, both of them naked from the waist down. One sister is standing with the other one draped over her knee and her foot resting on the log, spanking her bare ass repeatedly with a sandal. She's clutching her with one arm while the other is a blur of swats, striking repeatedly and swiftly on the poor girl's pink behind. "Ow! Louisa, please, stop it -- it really hurts!" "If I have to get spanked for //your// flirting, then I'm making sure you get spanked //twice!//" Louisa says, bringing down the flip-flop with another resounding //FWAP!// "Aaaaiieeee!" Selma cries, kicking her legs. Even from a distance, you can see the tears in her eyes and the panic on her face as the blush on her tushy rises from pink to rosey red. //FWAP! FWAP!// "Pleeee-aha!-hease! You're spanking me too hard!" "Let's see if Reverend Mike can tell us apart now," Louise says with a satisfied grin. She grunts as she adjusts Selma's helpless placement on her knee, then brings down the sandal with another rubbery //FWAP!// "NggaaEEEEaaah! //It huuuuurts!//" Selma whines, stamping her feet. //FWAP! FWAP!// With every swat, her lovely bottom dances to the beat of Louisa's strokes. You catch a glimpse of Louisa's lovely naked butt as she's readjusting and see that there's a single flip-flop print on her round right cheek. //Selma must have tried to spank her first,// you think to yourself. //Clothes are scattered around everywhere! It's like they were in some kind of crazy fight. What's all of this about, anyway?// It isn't long before your question is answered. "But LouisaaaaAHHOOWIEEeeeehehe!," Selma wails, the tail end of the word curving up like her jiggling buttocks as another hearty //FWAP// lands on her scarlet backside. Blinking back her tears and holding on foot off the ground, Selma looks back at her sister to say genuinely, "Louisa, I didn't even do anything to you! All I did was talk in church!" //FWAP! FWAP!// "Don't play dumb, Selma," Louisa says over Selma's howls. "You know how it goes. Since Reverend Mike couldn't which one of it was, it's both of our butts getting spanked. So thanks to you, I'm getting //another// strapping. For //nothing!//" She punctuates the word with another mighty //THWACK!// Selma winces, beginning to sob. Her bottom is now fully inflamed, dark red and stinging. Louisa and her rubber flip-flop have officially broken her. "So, yeah, you //did// do something to me. And you're gonna still owe me balm after tonight!" The spanking continues swiftly, but soon Selma is a bawling mess, and Louisa drops her to the ground, where she rolls onto her tummy and grabs her throbbing butt cheeks with both hands. Louisa matter-of-factly drops her flip-flop and puts it back on before walking to where her own black jeans and pink panties were tossed, picks them off the tree branch they landed on, and angrily pulls them on. She storms off, leaving Selma half-naked and crying in the middle of the park. //Whoa,// you think dully to yourself, still processing the scene. //These strappings they get from their parents must be no joke for Louisa to be this upset about it.// (set:$lou_loc="home") [[[Talk to Selma->SELMA GEMINI]] [Leave]<leave|]<response|(click:?leave)[(replace:?response)[You consider, for a moment, whether you should try to help Selma, but you realize that letting her know you were watching would probably embarass her so much it'd make matters worse. (set:$sel_loc="home") Seeing Selma's sister give her a barebottomed and embarrassing spanking in the middle of the park has you thinking: [[I'd love to spank someone like that.]<dom| [I really need a good spanking.]<sub|]<reaction|(click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$dominance = $dominance+1)//I'd love to spank someone like that.// (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE]]](click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$submissiveness = $submissiveness+1)//I really need a good spanking.// (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS]]] As you see Selma standing -- her knees looking as though they're about to buckle -- and stepping into her green panties, you decide you'd better leave before you're seen. //But man, I'd love to see this duo later on...//(set:$reactee="Selma Gemini")(if:$inventory contains "camera")[ (display:"PHOTOS")] [[Leave->YEW PARK]]]]

(unless:$photos contains "Chiza Bee" or "Ivy Grace")[#GAME OVER](else:)[(color:black)[......](set:$chance=(random:1,10))(if:$chance>5)[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/kXX0zLp/Untitled-design-4.jpg" alt="Untitled-design-4" border="0" />](else:)[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/9NGzR88/Untitled-design-5.jpg" alt="Untitled-design-5" border="0" />](color:black)[......]] Your first three weeks in Puttsdale are over! Don't worry -- there will be more to do and see. You can play again and make different choices to see different results... Here are the stats you ended with, (print:$name): CHARISMA:(print:$charisma) TRUSTWORTHINESS:(print:$trustworthiness) AUTHORITY:(print:$authority) TOLERANCE:(print:$tolerance) SUBMISSIVENESS:(print:$submissiveness) DOMINANCE:(print:$dominance) You were spanked by (print:length of $received) people in Puttsdale, and you, in turn, gave (print:length of $given) people spankings. Stay tuned for more content soon!

(color:black)[......][[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/R4RK6HJ/new-avatar.png">|FULL]](color:black)[......] (display:"TIME") - **THE GEMINI HOUSEHOLD**(if:$day is "week")[(if:$time>90)[(unless:$sel_loc is "busy")[(set:$sel_loc="home")]]] This symetrical house with two identical bikes parked in front of the identical portals of the two-door garage must be the home of Louisa and Selma Gemini, twin sisters so close they finish each others s...pankings. (if:$double_trouble is 1)[ (display:"GEMINI HOUSE - WATCH STRAPPING")](if:$sel_loc is "home")[(if:$relationships contains "Selma Gemini - FRIEND")[(unless:$be_creative >0)[(unless:$selmaSORE>0)[ You decide to pay your new friend Selma a visit, so you limberly ascend the porch steps and press the doorbell button. Only then do you realize: //Shit -- what if the wrong daughter opens the door?// Too late. You hear footsteps and the door swings open. The daughter before you has the same pleasant features, black hair, and swooping bangs, but you couldn't say for sure. "Errr.." you stammer awkwardly. Luckily, the girl finds it funny. She laughs easily and says, "Don't worry, everybody gets confused It's me, Selma. Come on inside! Louisa's napping, and I was just watching TV." [[Follow her->SELMA GEMINI]]](else:)[The girls will need a rest after the spanking they just received. Check in again at another time.]](else:)[(unless:$be_creative is 2)[(display:"GEMINI HOUSE - BE CREATIVE")](else:)[The girls are going to need some time to recover from their latest spanking before your next visit, you think.]]](else:)[You're pretty sure the girls are home from school now, but you don't really have any reason to go over.]] [[Leave->SMALL CUL-DE-SAC]]

(unless:$relationships contains "Elaine Ling - PARTNER")[You give Elaine a few hard smacks with the strap, and her bottom glows an ever deeper shade of red. She cries out with each swat, though you suspect it's more for Mia's benefit than anything. You're pulling quite a bit.(set:$elaineSORE=5) Mia seems a bit suspicious, but after you give Elaine a good 20 strokes of so, she says, "Okay, good. Now, let me show you ginger. Elaine, lie on couch, on belly." Elaine obeys. She's spread across the sofa now, lying on her tummy so her red bottom is facing up.]{ }(else:)[You give Elaine a nice firm strapping as Mia looks on contentedly. Every slap leaves a brilliant red mark on her bouncing buttocks until entire her tushy is a criss-cross of fierce crimson stripes. All the while, Elaine is shrieking and crying out in pain! (set:$dominance=$dominance+3)Before long, the tears are flowing, and Elaine is hiccuping and sobbing helplessly. After about 30 strokes, you step back to admire your work. (color:yellow)[+3 DOMINANCE!] Mia nods, satisfied. "Very good. You know how to give very good spanking. Now, let me show you ginger. Elaine, lie on couch, on belly." Elaine obeys. She's spread across the sofa now, lying on her tummy so her red bottom is facing up.] Now Mia produces the carved root, which is about the thickness of a thumb with a crooked knob at each end. She squeezes the tub onto her palm and dips the root into it lightly, dabbing it at the tip. Then she holds it up for you to see.(set:$elaineGINGER=1)(set:$punishment_start=$time) "This ginger root. It used for very hard punishments -- very good for discipline. My grandma taught me this, many years ago! Now I teach to Elaine, see?" She takes the root and holds it beside Elaine's sore tushy. "It goes here, see?" Palming one of Elaine's cherry-red cheeks, she spreads her bottom so her soft pink privates are exposed. "Inside naughty bottom. Like so." She pushes the ginger root into Elaine's tight butthole with the larger knob side, the one she coated in lube. Elaine grimaces, winces, and closes one eye as the root enters her. One foot kicks up, a reflex, and Mia forces it back down. "Ginger is good spice. Excellent for tea," Mia says, continuing to press the root until only the back knob is visible, wedged tightly between Elaine's reddened thighs. "But it stings. Peeled ginger root feels like fire. The more she clench bottom, the more it burn. Naughty girls must learn to accept punishment -- fighting makes it worse!" And indeed, as Elaine's bottom clenches, tightening around the root, she starts to moan and pant heavily. The root twitches as though she were trying to expel it -- but it's firmly planted in her crimson bum. She hangs her head, and the tears begin again. "How long do you leave it in?" you ask. Mia looks up thoughtfully and strokes her chin. Then, she has an idea. "How about //you// decide?" she says happily. "When you think she is done, //you// take ginger root out." "Grandma!" Elaine whines pitifully. //That's a lot of responsibility,// you think. But you can't exactly say no to Mia -- otherwise, it could be you on the wrong end of a peeled ginger root! So you nod, accepting the task. Mia is pleased. "Good! Very good! You come back when you think it is good. Make sure lesson is learned, yes? Very good!" You and Elaine share a meaningful glance before Mia leads you to the door. As you're leaving, Mia says softly: "Elaine is good girl -- very good. But only because I discipline! I am strict because I love Elaine. Make sure she learn lesson -- promise?" You promise. Mia, beaming, waves as you exit the house. //So basically, I just go back whenever I think she's had enough?// you think to yourself. //I shouldn't do too little, because Mia will be mad -- but poor Elaine! I guess we'll just have to see...// [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]

{(set:$elaineGINGER=$time-$punishment_start) (set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Mia Ling - PARTNER")) (set:$elaineSORE=$elaineSORE+$elaineGINGER) }(unless:$elaineSORE<11)[(if:$elaineSORE>20)[Elaine is squirming and kicking her feet, a soft and constant moan escaping her throat. The moment she sees you, she starts to plead: "Please, (print:$name), take it out! Take it out of my butt, it burns so //bad!//" Just then she accidentally clenches her buttocks and sobs, kicking her feet and biting the arm of the chair to keep from screaming out loud! //Her ass must be on fire at this point!// you marvel. //I'm not even sure how much more she can take -- but should I take it out?//]{ }(else-if:$elaineSORE>15)[Elaine is rocking back and forth, whimpering and moaning. The ginger root is still doggedly wedged between those cheeks, and it isn't getting any easier, you can tell. Every time her bottom jerks, even slightly, she gasps and hangs her head. She's white knuckled from gripping the arm of the sofa, and there's sweat mingling with the tears on her face. She looks up at you pleadingly. //She's on the verge of begging now,// you think. //Maybe it should take it out...//]{ }(else-if:$elaineSORE>8)[Elaine is breathing heavily through her nose at this point, her eyes closed with eyelids fluttering softly. Every so often she whimpers softly and tries to shift her bottom, but it's no use. //It's gotta really sting at this point,// you think. //Has she had enough?//] [End punishment]<end|]{ }(else:)[Elaine is wriggling and biting her lip, but it hasn't been very long. //Mia might get angry if I take it out this early...//] [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]{ }(click-replace:?end)[You decide to have mercy on poor Elaine. You take the ginger root and gently turn it until it comes loose from her bottom. She sighs deeply, relieved, tears still in her eyes, now of gratitude. "Oh, thank god," she says softly. Then she rests her head on the arm of the sofa, breathing deep.(set:$elaineGINGER=0) You decide it's best to leave her be right now, so you show yourself out. //She's had a tough day,// you think. //I'll give her a little bit of time to recover before I come to visit again.//(set:$mia_loc="dry cleaners")]

You open the trap door and lower yourself in. (unless:$familiars contains "secret passage")[The door leads to a passageway with cement walls and dusty floors. //Recently carved?// you wonder. But no: only recently revisted. The grooves in the walls are from manual, hand-held tools -- scrapers and chisels, not jackhammers. This tunnel could be older than your parents -- or //their// parents, for that matter.](if:$to_catch_a is 0)[(set:$lil_loc="secret passage")](else:)[(set:$lil_loc="home")] (if:$lil_loc is "secret passage")[You take a few steps down the corridor before hearing what sounds like a sail flapping in the wind. A few steps closer and you realize: it's a spanking in progress. Each //fwap// is followed by a pleadful scream, and a stern voice overlays the sound in muted tones. //But who could be getting disciplined right here in this weird little passage?// you think. [Investigate]<see|(click-replace:?see)[(display:"SECRET PASSAGE - WATCH LILY")] ]The passageway ends inexplicably at a large brick wall. But something about the bricks seems...off. Each brick is precisely the same size and shape, and they're smooth to the touch. The cement between them is precisely applied -- //Too precisely,// you think. No one could have actually built this wall so symetrically, so impeccably, not down here in the dark at least. It's as though the wall were only a facade... [[Leave->CLOTHING STORE]]

It isn't the hardest spanking you've ever received -- not by a longshot. But Petra takes a lot of joy in her work. Her hand claps down on your bottom over and over, light slaps that sting enough to bring a blush to your rear and a tear to your eye...but not much more. //I'll have to get my discipline somewhere else,// you think. Still, the sounds she makes as she spanks your ass are appealing enough, so you push out your bottom and bow your head.(unless:$received contains "Petra Strevetsky")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Petra Strevetsky"))] "Not as red as mine was," Petra says when she's finished spanking you. "You've got a tough butt!" (set:$status=$status+1)(set:$spanked_by="Petra") [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[(if:$display is 1 and $submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"ON DISPLAY")](else:)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")(show:?hidden_exit)]] |hidden_exit)[ [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]] ](set:$time=$time+1)

Julia bites the inside of her cheek. She looks left at the counter where happy Puttsdale locals are ordering croissants, then right at the thin, artsy looking out-of-towners enjoying their coffee in to-stay mugs. She's considering your proposition, tilting her head towards you and lifting her mug to her lips.(set:$time=$time+1) All in one motion, she sets down the mug with a soft //click//, stands, takes you by your arm, and bends you over the circular table. You feel a rush in your belly and blush rising in your face as Julia takes you by the waistline of your jeans and lifts your bottom into prime position. She tugs down your pants, which stop at your thighs, so your bottom and your wrinkled underwear are exposed. You see an elderly couple looking startled at the table over. You try to calm them by simpering politely, but then you feel a sharp //smack// on your bottom that stops you cold. "I have to admit, I haven't spanked anyone in the middle of a coffee shop before," Julia says, grinning. "You, naughty (print:$gender), are my first. Most of my investigations are from the receiving end of Puttsdale discipline -- but I've picked up a few things along the way!" //WHAP!//(set:$status=$status+9) She certainly has. The swat packs a deep-tissue sting, and you can feel your behind growing hot as the presses with every stroke. She swats you on the right butt cheek until you're leaning away, gasping from the pain, and then promptly switches to the left side with an even harder volley. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// Pretty soon, there isn't an inch of your ass that doesn't hurt like hell. "This just in: sore butts in Puttsdale!" Julia says with a husky laugh. "Let's see the color -- oh, you're coming along just fine." She lets your undies snap back against your bright red bottom, and you wince softly, helplessly. You see someone recording you from the corner of your eye and realize the hard on-the-panties spanking in Sly's Bakery is going to be an internet sensation by closing time. Your heart is pounding, your ass cheeks are throbbing, and your face feels hot, the tears welling in your eyes. //It's...it's --// //WHAP!// You jerk forward as Julia's hand makes firm contact with your left thigh, and a choked sound that might be a sob or a laugh escapes your throat. //-- amazing!// Julia continues spanking you until your legs are kicking up so much that your feet hardly touch the floor. You squirm, half in pain, half with glee as the warmth spreads all across your heinie and the crowd gathers to watch your bun-beating interview with the beautiful raven-haired, intellectual-looking woman who, at one point, wedgies you hard enough that the entire coffee shop gets a look at your blistered butt. The fabric flosses your thighs and makes you squeal! Even still, the most painful part of having the leg holes of your underwear stretched a full foot above your backside is the embarrassment of the whole bakery laughing. At last, your spanking is over. You sniffle and go to pull up your pants, but Julia swats your hand away. "Are you kidding me? With a bottom as red as this, we've got to share the world. Come with me." That's how you wind up standing outside of Sly's Bakery with your hands placed behind your head, your pants around your knees, spanked bottom on display. When you're finally allowed back in, your knees are shaking. You want to kill Julia and hug her in equal parts when you see her calmly sipping her coffee, giving you a smug side-eye over her magazine as you approach. The crowds are mostly clearing now -- you get the sense that you're isn't the first public spanking they've seen -- but you still hear snippets of conversation about it from those who saw the event take place. "Was it what you had in mind?" Julia asks. "Better," you reply. "I'm glad," she says, putting down the glossy mag to look you in the eye. "Because I rather enjoyed it too. That said, I'm a journalist with integrity -- before I can publish my findings, I'll need another interview. A more in-depth one." You can hardly imagine more in depth than the "interview" you just had. You have to rub your sore bottom just thinking of it. Still, you manage to step forward and say: [["Then we'll have to try this again some time, in private."]<sub| ["Maybe. But I'd like to interview //you// next time."]<dom|]<react|{ }(click:?sub)[(replace:?react)[Julia leans back, "My hotel is at the edge of town. You've got to take the bus to get to it. Will you ride out all that way just to have your bottom spanked?" "Only if you use it in your blog," you say coyly. (color:yellow)[+2 SUBMISSIVENESS!](set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+2) She laughs. "I think we can do that. Here's the address. " She writes the name of her hotel on a scrap of notebook paper and hands it to you. (set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"Julia's address"))"There are only ten rooms in the entire place -- mine is the first you pass as you enter. You can take any bus to get there, since only one line comes to Puttsdale. I'll be waiting, pen at the ready." And with that, Julia gets up to leave.(set:$jul_loc="home")]]{ }(click:?dom)[(replace:?react)[Julia raises her eyebrows. "Oh?" she says. "Well, then, we'll have to meet up at again. Come to my hotel, okay? You're a good source -- I want to keep you around. Even if it's my butt on the line next time." She tears a piece of notebook paper, writes her hotel address, and hands it to you. (set:$dominance=$dominance+1)(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"Julia's address"))"There are only ten rooms in the entire place -- mine is the first you pass as you enter. You can take any bus to get there, since only one line comes to Puttsdale. I'll be waiting, pen at the ready." And with that, Julia gets up to leave. (set:$jul_loc="home")(color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!]]] [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[(if:$display is 1 and $submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"ON DISPLAY")](else:)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")(show:?hidden_exit)]] |hidden_exit)[ [[Leave->BAKERY]] ]

"Hmm." James says in a low voice. "You need better discipline, you say? Well, I might be able to help in that regard." He moves to a the counter in his kitchenette and takes a hold of the handle to the dish-washer — or, at least, what you thought was a dishwasher. Now, though, you realize that James has put all of his dishes into the sink, and there’s a drying rack beside it on the counter. "I’ve made some…adjustments to this appliance," he says wryly, as if to answer your confused look. He’s still holding the handle. Before pulling, he looks up at you and takes off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. "It’s still a prototype, really, but…if you’re in desperate need…"(set:$time=$time+1) "Yes, it’s desperate," you say quickly. The words pass out of your mouth before they even register with your brain. James smiles, dons his glasses once again, and pulls the dishwasher door open. Instead of white-wire racks for plates and silverware, out rolls a triangular bench of some kind. The rotor at the bottom of the machine by the drainage ducts folds out on a long, collapsable arm, resting in an upright propellor position above the bench. It doesn’t take much to realize what the machine does, but James dutifully explains anyway. "After I left the labs, I started doing some more tinkering — to pass the time, you see? I became interested in the concept of a spanking machine that, to an uninitiated outsider, would appear to be some sort of mundane appliance. Originally I thought I’d disguise it as an ironing board, but the device was taking up too much space. Then I saw a commercial for a self-closing dishwasher and that’s when I realized: of course! It ought to be //collapsable!// And it can look just like a dishwasher 90% of the time! But then, if someone misbehaves," he motions to the bench, "You strap them down over this, select the grade," he presses a button on the washes that causes the propellor to spin, "and voila! Perfect for domestic discipline or a discreet self-punishment. Don’t you think?" He looks up at you, eyes bright. Then his face darkens with consternation as he looks back at the invention. "It no longer washes dishes, though. Still…uh…what do you think?" [["I-I"…//I’m feeling a bit nervous now, actually…//]<no| ["Strap me in. I’ve been needing this."]<yes|]<reply|(click:?no)[(replace:?reply)["Don’t be frightened," James says in a reassuring voice. "It’s been tested for safety." //On…who?// you want to blurt out. But instead, you wring your hands together and bow your head. Light flashes off of James’ glasses, and for a moment you see the phantom of a mischievous grin. You step forward for your first-ever machine spanking, biting your lip and saying a prayer in your head that it doesn’t hurt as bad as you think it will….]](click:?yes)[(replace:?reply)[(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+2)James chuckles softly. "In that case, there isn’t a moment to spare." He adjusts his glasses and motions for you to approach. (color:yellow)[+2 SUBMISSIVENESS!]]] The machine pounds your bottom as though it were an automatic carpet-cleaner, rather than a spanking device. You yell and cry out as the //THWACKS!// ring out against your behind, through James' kitchen, and probably halfway across town. The sting in your sit-spots rises until you feel a burning in your throat and tears in your eyes. The water-works begin: your tears fall as the paddle-arms come down, down, and down again, drawing humiliating red stripes across your bare bum. And somehow, when it's over, you feel...//refreshed.// Sniffling, you stand up and give James a brave (but shakey) smile as you pull up your pants, your discipline over, satisfaction achieved.(unless $received contains "James Crowley)[(set:$received=$received+(a:"James Crowley"))] "If you liked that, James offers, "you might like what I'm working on at the lab." He smiles gently. "You ought to stop by sometime."(set:$of_tomorrow=1)(set:$status=$status+2)(set:$spanked_by="James") [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[(if:$display is 1 and $submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"ON DISPLAY")](else:)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")(show:?hidden_exit)]] |hidden_exit)[ [[Leave->CROWLEY APARTMENT]] ]

(if:$subbed_eve > 1)[Moments after you knock, Esther opens the door with a knowing grin on her face. "Thought you'd be back," she says. "Come in, we've been waiting to start." (display:"GRACE HOUSE - RESULTS")](else:)[You follow Esther to the kitchen, and she pushes a mop into your hands. "This floor needs to be mopped, and I've got to dust all the surfaces in the living room.(set:$chores=1) "Where's your maid costume?" you ask. It's been on your mind since you walked in. //Not that her bottom is any less appealing to look at in those waist-hugging jeans...// Suppressing a grin, Esther pretends to be annoyed. "At the dry cleaners. You're asking too many questions! Don't you get that our asses are on the line here? If we don't finish these chores, Mistress will beat our butts. And I already got spanked this morning --" the memory makes her shudder. Her hand goes to her bottom, exploring tenderly, nursing the thought of Evelyn whipping her, over and over, and her eyelids flutter as though she were in a trance. "She...spanks so hard..." Then, she suddenly remembers herself. Clearing her throat, she blushes and looks away. "Don't get us in trouble," she says gruffly. Then she pushes her way out of the room. "Wait!" you say. "Is -- is Evelyn here right now?" Esther nods solemnly. "Oh yes. She's in her office. You can go see her if you want...but I'd finish my chores first, if I were you." With that word of advice, she leaves, and you hear frantic dusting from around the corner. You look at the mop in your hands, the bucket of sudsy water on the counter, and the ceiling (from which you can hear Evelyn settling in her office chair). What will you choose to do? [[[Visit Evelyn->EVELYN GRACE]] [Mop the floor]<good| [Slack off]<bad|]<choice|(click:?good)[(replace:?choice)[You mop the floor, finishing your chores like a good (print:$gender). When you're finished, the tile is clean enough to see your reflection in, and you wipe down the marble counter tops until they shine. //No spanking for me today!// you think, grinning to yourself. [[Finish and leave->GRACE HOUSE - TAKE BOOK]]]](click:?bad)[(replace:?choice)[You pull out a chair to sit, take a soda from the fridge, crack it open, and plop yourself down. //Roleplay makes me tired. I'll just take a little rest riiiiiiight here...// Half an hour passes before Esther, wiping sweat from her brow, walks in to the kitchen and cries out in alarm. "What have you even been doing?!" Esther says, tugging at her hair. You shrug, indifferent. "Are you crazy? Now you're going to get --" "What all the commotion in here?" Evelyn's voice declares as you hear her footsteps descending the steps. All at once, the reality of your situation sets in. You look at Esther, who looks at you with her eyes wide. //Oh shit.// Evelyn appears in the doorframe, wearing her pin-striped suit pants and a pink blouse with the sleeves rolled up. Her blonde hair is tied back, and her glasses are hanging from her second shirt button, resting lightly on her large breasts. She walks in and quickly surveys the room. She notes the full bucket of water on the counter, the dry mop, the dirty floor. "So," she says slowly. "It seems some one has been lazy." Esther looks like she's about to speak, but Evelyn motions for her to be silent. She points to the feather duster in her hands. "I can see, Esther," she begins, "that you've been hard at work." She turns to you. "(print:$name), on the other hand..." she says. "You've been slacking. Is that right?" Before your feet even realize you're doing it, you stand. You nod your head. "Mm-hm," you admit. //What? What am I thinking? Why did I confess so fast?// Evelyn doesn't seem confused. She merely nods and folds her hands. "Now," Evelyn looks you up and down. "I believe some punishment is in order. Don’t you, Esther?" She looks at Esther, who glances up to nod before returning her gaze to her own bare toes, which she wriggles, a sort of contained ecstasy written on her face. "I have one good girl who did her chores and followed my directions. But I have another naughty (print:$gender) who has done none of those things." She returns her eyes to you, their icy blue sending shivers down your spine. "So, what am I to do?" You feel yourself squirm in your seat. It’s like when you were a little (print:$gender) and your parents scolded you — only a million times more humiliating. (if:$outfit is "maid costume")[Also, you’re pretty sure you never wore this ass-less maid’s outfit when you were 7. //I have a feeling the spanking is gonna hurt a lot worse…//] "I said," Evelyn repeats testily, "//What// am I to do?" She steps closer, and her bathrobe swishes, revealing her long, strong legs. "S-spank me? Mistress?" You say in a voice just above a whisper. "Louder, please." "Ah…ahem. Spank me, mistress." "Hm. Seems fair. I do believe the best treatment for a bad (print:$gender) is a spanking. Take off your pants." Silently and fearfully, you drop your blue jeans in a pile on the floor, stepping out of them. "Underwear too." You peel off your undies, feeling heat in your cheeks as they fall to the floor. "But how to reward Esther for being such a good girl?" Evelyn taps her chin as though deep in thought. She takes a few steps in Esther’s direction — Esther glows. Suddenly, Evelyn snaps her fingers (which startles Esther a bit, and she flinches, giggling.) "I have an idea!" She turns to you again. "//You// will reward her. //While// taking your punishment. Yes, I think it’s perfect…absolutely perfect! Esther, darling, face the dishwasher now. Hands up, butt out, just like that…yes, such a pretty bottom! (print:$name) is going to eat that beautiful bottom of yours while she gets her whipping. Come now, (print:$name) — press your face between these lovely cheeks." She takes Esther by the ear arm and guides her easily to the counter, pats the insides of her legs to have her spread them to shoulder length, and pushes you down to your knees. She takes Esther's face in one hand and turns her head so she's looking at you, her mouth squished by Evelyn's strong fingers. Esther is breathing heavily, her breast is heaving, and you realize rather suddenly that yours is too. Then, Evelyn laughs, covering her mouth as though she’s just had the most amusing realization of the night: "You really are a naughty (print:$gender) today: you’re going to have your dessert before your dinner!" [[Continue->SPANKED BY EVELYN]]]]]

You feel hand at the back of your head, and before you know it, your face is buried almost to your ears in Esther's plush behind. The muffled sound of Esther's moans move you somewhere deep in your loins, and almost without realizing it, you open your mouth to kiss Esther's tight hole. Her scent fills your head, and you taste the salty sweat from hours of cleaning on your tongue as you press, now holding Esther's cheeks apart with both hands, reveling in the sound of Esther's deep moans, her finger's clutching hard on the counter just above the dishwasher. You move lower, reaching your tongue across the dark meeting of Esther's thighs until you taste copper, and Esther gasps harder, falling forward and thrusting her legs back for you to go deeper. As Esther arches her back, offering her sex to you, your eyes roll back and close, everything is like a dream -- //WHAP!//(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Esther Soon - PARTNER")+(a:"Evelyn Grace - PARTNER")) The sting on your behind lurches reality back into focus, the sharp smells of Esther's ass and her wet pussy in your face suddenly altogether too real, as real as the burn in your bottom from where the riding crop struck you. You hear Evelyn's voice: "Don't you dare stop, (print:$gender)!" Now the ecstacy is back again, the flush of pain on your reddening rear filling you with a blushing sensation, tickling your insides, making your thighs twitch. A smile almost flashes across your face, which Esther can't see because you've planted it squarely in Esther's round bottom. //Wouldn't dream of it.// //WHAP!//(set:$evelyn_sub=2)(set:$subbed_eve=2) On and on, Esther's moans and your own gasps of pain are interrupted, coaxed, punctuated by the sharp //CRACK// of the riding crop on your bottom. Evelyn steps behind you for better access to your right butt cheek, then your left, then an unmarked spot right again; in your kneeling position, legs spread out to help you go lower (to better go underneath and cup Esther's thighs, which you're salivating all over now, shining with your tongue), the crop has a perfectly exposed target. Nowhere to run. The sound of her heels in the back of your head, casting a shadow over you, and you quiver beneath it. When your efforts are rewarded with a final gasp from Esther -- "Mmgaaaaha!", her legs locking, toes pointing, thighs trembling as she orgasms with your tongue still deep inside of her from behind, your nose pressed against her asshole and her fingers white-knuckled gripping the counter, you feel a final //CRACK// on your own backside and feel your own floodgates open. You cum right there on the linoleum, blinded by the sheer force of it, only aware enough to just barely see, from the corner of your eye, Esther touching herself beneath her black suit pants. Finally, the three of you collapse onto the kitchen floor, panting, leaning on each other and sliding down the counter. Your faces are flushed and have a sheen from sweat -- when you meet each other's eyes, you start to laugh uncontrollably.(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+3) (color:yellow)[+3 SUBMISSIVENESS!] And so you learn what happens at the Grace household when you don't do your chores. You're quite sure you'll be back again soon -- perhaps not today, but very, very soon. Esther stays to cuddle with Evelyn in bed (it's only fair -- she was a good girl today), but you redress yourself, allow the women to give you a kiss goodbye, and sneak back out to the street.(set:$status=$status+12) [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]

"You need a spanking?" Ivy says with a razor-flash of a grin. "My mom has me discipline my little sister all the time. I can totally handle you." She leads you to the brick wall of the gymnasium and forcefully bends you over. You keep your eyes glued on the ground as Ivy pulls down your pants.(if:$inventory contains "hairbrush")[ As she's yanking your jeans off your backside, you hear the hairbrush you keep in your back pocket clattering to the ground. "Hey, what's this?" Ivy says. She takes up the hairbrush in her lilywhite hand, inspecting it. "Oho...I think we can use this!"] Before you can change your mind, you feel the hard slap against your bare bottom, and a cry escapes your lips. Another smack lands on your other cheek, bringing a hot pain to your backside: a sweet sting, like the sour crunch of a hard-candy, or a dipping yourself in a bath drawn too hot. You wince as the third spank rings out through the courtyard, biting your lip to keep from crying out.(unless:$received contains "Ivy Grace")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Ivy Grace"))] //WHACK!// //THWACK!// //WHACK!// Ivy follows through on each swing, stepping back now to reset her footing, pulling a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "Getting through to you yet, naughty (print:$gender)?" she says -- you can hear the mischevious grin in her voice, although your eyes remain fixed on the brick wall before you, even as (if:$inventory contains "hairbrush")[the brush](else:)[her hand] comes down again, bringing hot tears to your eyes. You don't respond, but Ivy (and the other students tittering and giggling nearby) can read an answer in the soft, squeaking groan that escapes your lips:(set:$spanked_by="Ivy") //WHACK!// "Mmmmaaaawwwwwwhahahamph..." When Ivy is finally done, your legs are kicking up with each hit. She doesn't make you cry, and you manage not to scream, but she does achieve a nice, rosey glow that you can feel as you put your hand to your seat. Ivy folds her arms. "Anytime you need your ass spanked, come to me," she says, grinning still. (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!] (set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1)(set:$status=$status+3) [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[(if:$display is 1 and $submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"ON DISPLAY")](else:)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")(show:?hidden_exit)]] |hidden_exit)[ [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]] ](set:$time=$time+1)

From the first clap of Dan’s hand on your backside, it’s clear to you that you’ve underestimated this kid. His fingers are fanned out for maximum coverage, and you feel the imprint of each one rising on your right butt cheek. The sting takes your breath away.(set:$time=$time+1) Before long, your entire bottom has been matted with swats, and you’re kicking your feet, biting your lip, and wishing you could catch your breath long enough to tell Dan to stop, stop spanking, pleeeeease! Your behind absorbs each spank like a lightning rod, and the spasm jolts your reflexes so you kick your feet and clench your fists. Your entire backside is red and puffy from spanks by the time you manage to look over your shoulder and pleadingly say, "Okay, okay, please — no more!" (unless:$received contains "Dan Long")[Dan sees the tears in your eyes and decides to have mercy. You stand up off his lap, still biting the inside of your cheek and trying not to cry. He looks at you sternly and says, "Not so funny now, is it?" You have to agree.(set:$spanked_by_dan=1)(set:$status=$status+3) [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")](else:)[Dan glances down at you with a glint in his eye. //Oh, crap,// you think to yourself. //This doesn't look good.// "You didn't learn your lesson the first time we did this," Dan says in the sternest version of his reserved voice, "so maybe we ought to keep going. Until this sinks in."(unless:$received contains "Dan Long")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Dan Long"))] "Wait, no!" you cry out. You kick your legs, but Dan pins you with one arm. "I- I promise, I'll be good. I- I won't...please, no more!" Your voice wavers with genuine desperation. Already, you can feel your bottom throbbing, scarlet red and well-punished. //I can't do more of this...I can't take it!// But Dan doesn't care. In fact, he seems to be suppressing a smile. //SMACK!// Your spanking resumes, and you feel the searing pain in your backside flare anew with every swat until you squirm, whimpering, crying aloud and swinging your arm (unsuccessfully) to block the swats. //SMACK! WHAP! WHACK!// Your behind dances, and you moan, the humiliation and the pain overwhelming you, bringing crimson to your face and deep maroon to your behind, bordering and welts that bruise, a dangerous blush. Finally, you break down in tears, and as the waterworks pour down your face you hear Dan pause...consider...then resume the brutal work on your bare bottom. When, at least, Dan is satisfied, you stand on shaking legs. "Now," Dan says, a new hint of authority in his voice, "have I made myself clear?" Still sniffling, you nod. He certainly has.(set:$spanked_by="Dan") [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[(if:$display is 1 and $submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"ON DISPLAY")](else:)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")(show:?hidden_exit)]] |hidden_exit)[ [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]] ]

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Elaine swallows hard as she bares your bottom. She raises one trembling hand and says in a small voice: "You’re sure, right?" "Just do it, Elaine," you say. You fix your eyes on the floor, clenching your butt cheeks, bracing for the impact. //How does someone who has been on the receiving end of a thousand spankings dish one out? you wonder. Maybe she won’t know how to do it.// Or maybe she’ll take out all of her frustration on my ass…You can feel your backdoor hole winking anxiously. And for good reason, too. The first smack is an explosion of pain, a thunderclap on your bum that sends your jaw to the floor and your back into an arch. Clearly, Elaine has been paying attention during all of those spankings, because she know’s how it’s done. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// It isn’t long before you’re gripping the legs of the chair for dear life, trying desperately not to scream. But that doesn’t lost long. A few spanks later, your whole behind is red and glowing, and you’re bawling like a little (print:$gender). Surprisingly, Elaine isn’t put off by the tears — if anything, it seems to encourage her. She doubles down on smacking your cheeks in an alternating, brutal rhythm until the heat rises off your hindquarters like steam from a tea kettle. Your face is wet with tears and your pleas come in choked sobs: "Waaaaa — OW! P-please, stop, Elaine, I — aaiieeee owwiiee! Puh leeee-heeease!" Please which Elaine ignores. //Is she…is she grinning right now?// When your spanking is finally over and the lustful look leaves Elaine’s eyes, the girl seems to shrink back to her regular size, and she looks at you innocently. "Y-you said not to hold back," she says. You pout, but can’t argue. Already you know that you won’t be sitting comfortably for a long, long time. //Who knew the girl had this in her?// (set:$status=$status+6)(unless:$received contains "Elaine Ling")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Elaine Ling"))](set:$spanked_by="Elaine") [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[(if:$display is 1 and $submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"ON DISPLAY")](else:)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")(show:?hidden_exit)]] |hidden_exit)[ [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]] ](set:$time=$time+1)

Kid spanks you with the relish of one used to being spanked. Her form could use some work -- she doesn't cup her hand completely, but fans her fingers for a broader impact -- but overall, her technique is very effective. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!//(set:$status=$status+6) Before long, your bottom is red and sort. Kid's finger prints are standing out against the hot flesh of your butt, reddish and white against the rising hue. Something about this spanking is very innocent -- as though you were honestly just playing with a friend, and she decided to spank your butt. It's simple. Clean. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// "Mmmph! Ohhh, god, it //stings.....//" "Pipe down! Do you want me to spank harder?" //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!//(unless:$received contains "Kid Missy")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Kid Missy"))] And at the end, you're sore. Hot. And red. You look up at Kid, and she's frowning, concerned. "One thing is weird," she says, putting her finger to her lips to chew the nail. "It didn't mention this at all in my horoscope..." [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[(if:$display is 1 and $submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"ON DISPLAY")](else:)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")(show:?hidden_exit)]] |hidden_exit)[ [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]] ](set:$time=$time+1)

You find yourself over Leah's knee, biting your lip to keep from screaming out as the smacks rain down on your poor derriere. //The girl can really spank!// you think to yourself, and before long, your entire backside is toasty red. Leah claps both hands on your sore bottom and squeezes, bringing tears to your eyes! "Anytime you need another spanking, let me know," she says. "Now pull up your pants and get outta here, twerp!"(set:$status=$status+3)(unless:$received contains "Leah Salt")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Leah Salt"))](set:$spanked_by="Leah")(set:$spanked_by="Kid") [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[(if:$display is 1 and $submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"ON DISPLAY")](else:)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")(show:?hidden_exit)]] |hidden_exit)[ [[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]] ]

You peer over the tall wooden fence, neighborly conduct be damned. First thing you notice is the in-ground pool, light crystalline blue and surrounded by brick red patio tiles. Next, you spy a picnic table with a tilted umbrella. Finally, you see her. Dark hair glinting like bronze in the sunlight, Greek features, sunglasses, flashes of white -- the bottoms of her feet -- kicking behind her as she lies prone on the poolside lounge-seat. And the same color as the bottom of her feet: her pearly white bottom. Bare. Un-tanned, now getting some much needed sun. Her bikini top isn't tied, the loose straps hanging off the sides of the chair. //It's the girl from the fast food place!// you think to yourself. //What was her name again? Ummm...Lexi? Allie?...Umm, Al- --// "Alex!" you hear a male voice call from inside the large house. "Alexandra Hampton, you'd better answer me!" The girl makes no effort to sit up, but she stretches out, looking annoyed. Now a twenty-something-year-old guy -- probably older, although the beard is throwing you off -- steps out of the backdoor, and you hear the screen slam. He's wearing a collared shirt with an un-tied blue-and-yellow tie hanging on his neck, looking exasperated. "There you are. Jesus, I've been calling all over the house." "Well, I'm not in the house," the girl replies flatly. "I know. Which is weird, because Mom and Dad told you to be looking for jobs. And your computer is upstairs." "Yeah, well, I already looked, Aaron," she said. "I sent out a resume, too." "One resume?" Aaron says in a strained voice. "Alex, do you know how many resumes I sent out before I got //my// job?" "No," Alex says, finally propping herself up on her elbows and lifting her sunglasses. "But I'm not looking to be an accountant, am I? And last time I checked, //you're// still living at home, too. I'm not the perfect worker-bee you are -- I need a //challenge//, otherwise I get bored." "A //challenge?// I --" Aaron holds the bridge of his nose, trying to contain himself. He sighs deeply, then says in a low voice. "Look, Alex, Mom and Dad took you and I back in after college, and I'm really grateful for that. Which is why I work hard to save money so I can be self-reliant, and I help out around the house whenever possible. But you, on the other hand...well, you came back out of the blue, no money, can't pay rent, can't keep a job -- and are you even //trying// to make up for it? No! You're out here bare-assed, sunbathing! I bet the neighbors are holding a freaking //viewing party!//" "Well maybe they wouldn't be if my stupid brother weren't out here //yelling// about my bare-ass for everyone to hear!" "You know what?" Aaron says, holding up his hands. "I've had it. You want to give the neighbors a show? Fine. Let's give them a show." "What are you tal-- hey! Hey, wait -- get offa me!" Aaron sits on the mid-section of the chair, takes Alex by her wrist, and pulls her over his lap. She wriggles to be free, but Aaron pins her easily. Her bikini top flies off of her, and her naked breasts swing freely as she squirms about on Aaron's lap, her bottom in position, ready to be spanked. Aaron leans over to snag a flip-flop from beneath the picnic table, and the comeuppance begins. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// Alex's bottom immediately starts to show pink footprints where her brother brought the sandal down. She cries out, wide eyed, trying desperately to reach back and block the smacks, but it's no use. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// "Stop! Stop! You're not my -- OW! -- dad, Aaron, this is -- Owwwwwie! This is embarassing, //please!//" "Not until you stop being such a brat. Mom and Dad have been telling me to spank you when you're being lazy, and I think I'm just gonna start doing it." He pauses in the spanking, but only to roll up his sleeves. Alex looks back with fear in her eyes as the flip-flop rises again, blocking the sun, then comes down -- //WHAP!// "Aaaaawahaaaaahaha!" //WHAP!// "Puhleeeeeeease, Aaron! //Eeeak!// Please, it huuurts!" //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// The more the poor girl complains, the louder the smacks of the flip-flop against her bare-ass ring out. Her bubble-bottom responds to the spanks with a delightful bounce, each cheek blushing pink, then red, then a deep and painful looking magenta. //Well,// you think wryly, //She did get some color...// //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// "Aaaaaaahahahrrrrgh!" When it's finally over, Alex's bottom is glowing red, her face is wet with tears, and her brother is looking very pleased with himself. "Now you just remember that the next time you talk back to me," he says. "I pay rent in this house -- they're my rules too. Got that?" Alex nods miserably, standing to rub her poor behind. "Good. Then go inside, and get back to the job-search. When I come check on you, I'd better hear some typing. You can stop when you've made at least 5 contacts. Now go!" Defeated, Alex crosses her arms over her breasts and pads inside. The screen door slams again. Aaron watches her go, and when her red bum disappears, he cups his hand to his mouth and calls after her: "And put some clothes on!" Then, satisfied, he leans back in the poolchair. He looks to his right, sees the fruity beverage Alex had been drinking, takes it, and begins to sip. You've seen enough. Time to take off -- but maybe you can check in on this little sibling rivalry later!(set:$alexSORE=4)(set:$sibling_rivalry=1) [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]

Mia belts your behind as you bend over the counter, kicking your feet with each blistering swat. Your bottom dances to the beat of her brush, glimmering and then glowing and then beaming firetruck red. The whole time, she has a stern, //You've been a bad (print:$gender)// look wrinkling her brow. But when your backside is finally crimson red and gleaming, her face folds easily into a smile.(set:$status=$status+4)(set:$spanked_by="Mia") "This is a good color for you," she says, laughing to herself. "You need a spanking? Come to me."(unless:$received contains "Mia Ling")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Mia Ling"))] [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")(show:?hidden_exit)]] |hidden_exit)[ [[Leave->DRY CLEANERS]] ](set:$time=$time+1)

Max Hawthorne's white eyebrows leap. "Well, this is a surprise," he says in a low voice. Then, recollecting himself, he continues. "But. It is not for me to argue with you about the terms of your own punishment. You know full well what you need. I won't go easy, though, just because this is by request. Right then: assume position." This principal packs a punch. As soon as the paddle come down on your behind -- //THWACK!// -- you can tell he means business. Spank after spank, the paddle warms your buns like a convection over. You can almost feel the heat off your ass as he brings the paddle down -- //CRACK!// for yet another swooping whack! Before long, you find yourself blubbering, hiccuping with every brutal smack, your backside raw and scarlett red. Just when you think you can't take another spank, he steps back and heaves a sigh, looking as though he'd just pounded in a golden railroad spike. "Good to see young people like yourself take initiative in their discipline," he says. "Now, I must get back to my work."(set:$status=$status+3)(unless:$received contains "Max Hawthorne")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Max Hawthorne"))] [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS") (if:$relationships contains "DOUG BOYLE")[(unless:$prank_war is 1)[[[Leave->STORY 1 - DOUG]]](else:)[[[Leave->OUTSIDE THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE]]]](else:)[[[Leave->HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]]](set:$time=$time+1)

There you were, sitting on the front steps of the Puttsdale High School building with your peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwhich half out of the cling wrap when you feel a tap on your shoulder. "Hey, um...this person says she knows you?" The nonplussed high schooler in a zipped-up hoodie jerks her thumb behind her to none other than Amanda Christmas. Pretty and petite with chocolate skin and her hair in braids, Amanda looks like someone in the background of a rescue footage broadcast right now: she's got a checkered blanket wrapped around her, and she's looking at you wide-eyed, pleading. "Amanda?" you say, standing and casting one final, far-away look at the lunch you now doubt you're going to get to eat. "What are you doing here?" You don't know her very well, but you know she's too old to be in high school -- early twenties, you're pretty sure. Even though many people mistake her for much younger than that. "You've gotta help me," she says in a whisper. "I just got out of --" "Look, I found the person you were looking for, can I have my picnic blanket back?" The girl asks impatiently, hand on her hip. "I'm supposed to be having lunch with my boyfriend right now." She hold out her hand. Amanda sighs heavily and reluctantly takes off the blanket. Underneath, she's wearing a white button-down shirt with short sleeves and a plaid skirt -- it looks exactly like she's wearing a -- "Schoolgirl uniform. I know," she says miserably. "Look, you've gotta help me. My poor butt can't take another spanking -- please!" It looks like this day might get interesting after all. [[Continue->STORY 1 - AMANDA]]{ (set:$lunchtime=1) (set:$amandaSORE=0) (set:$turn=0) (set:$eri_loc="Classroom 203") (set:$pen_loc="Classroom 101") (set:$lea_loc="Schoolyard") (set:$max_loc="Principal's Office")}

So the girl with the picnic blanket heads off towards the courtyard, and Amanda describes her situation. You have to admit -- it's a doozy. Basically, because of a mix-up at Mrs. Ling's American Dry Cleaners, Amanda wound up taking home a load of some high schooler's clothes instead of her formal interview wear. This would have been easy enough to fix, but Amanda has a...//tense// relationship with Mia Ling: she was once a bit sassy to her when she didn't have her dry cleaning ticket, and Mia took her over the counter for a paddling that, according to Amanda, "was right up there in the top 10 hardest spankings I've ever gotten -- and that's saying a lot." She's since learned not to argue with Mia, and as a result, the only formal clothes she has to wear to her interview at the Main Library is this plaid skirt and white blouse. Why does Amanda Christmas get spanked so often? It's a combination of things. First and foremost, she has a young looking face, and she's only 4'8", which means that many people assume she's far younger than she is -- most of the time, people think they're disciplining a naughty pre-teen. Secondly, Amanda is new in town, and she's still figuring out how this place works. And third...well, Amanda just has a very spank-able bottom. Her waist is small and her behind is well rounded, soft and plush enough to squeeze but firm enough for a nice loud //CRACK// -- take it from her girlfriend, Philia, that spanking Amanda is a satisfying experience. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. All of this means that Amanda is wearing a Puttsdale schoolgirl uniform to her interview with Libby Martine, which is today at 3:00 pm. But she spilled coffee on her resume, so she took out her laptop at Sly's Bakery and sent a new copy to the nearest wireless printer she could connect to -- which happened to be here at Puttsdale High School. //At least//, she'd thought to herself, //I'm dressed for the part!// That's where the trouble began. [[Continue->STORY 2 - AMANDA]]

"They think I'm a student -- a //bad// student, too!" Amanda cries. "I just went in to get my resume and the lady at the front office thought I'd come tardy, so she sent me to Principal Hawthorne, and before I could even explain myself he...he --" she swallows hard and bites her lip. Her hands stray to her bottom, as though she were trying to protect it. "He //spanked// me...15 swats! And the paddle was //huge//...How do these kids even do it?" "But didn't you tell him the truth?" "I couldn't! He just kept saying //no excuses// and spanking me harder." She makes a stern face, imitating Principal Hawthorne, and swings her hand. "When it was done, I tried to find the printer, but...well, I went into the wrong room." "Which room?" "Gymnasium." "Oh boy," you say. You know Ms. Forbes, and she does //not// mess around. It sounds like poor Amanda's whole day is going from bad to worse. [[Continue->STORY 3 - AMANDA]]

"I didn't want to tell them I was looking for the printer, 'cuz they'd know I was using it without asking. So I tried to pretend I was just there for class, thinking I could sneak out by going to the water fountain or something but...well, she told me I'd forgotten my gym clothes, so --" "Jeez, Amanda --" Amanda protests, indignant. "How was I s'posed to know you needed gym clothes? So there I was, getting spanked //again// over this lady's knee and...well, I kinda lost my temper, so --" "Did you curse at her?" Amanda looks guiltily at the ground. "Bad move." "Tell me about it. She had me bend over this -- what do you call it? Oh yeah, //pommel horse// -- and she flipped up my skirt for all of the kids to throw dodgeballs at my butt." "Yikes." "I'm just lucky there's no such thing as Advanced P.E. Still, these kids could really aim..." She winces and rubs her bottom once again. "And here's the really bad part. At this high school, most kids earn the privilege of free dress, right? With good grades and good behavior and all that. But the kids who //don't// earn that privilege have to wear //this//." She gestures to the uniform. "So they don't just think I'm a high schooler. They think I'm a //naughty// high schooler." "Sounds awful, Amanda," you say. "But what can we do about it?" "Well," Amanda says, "that's where //you// come in." [[Continue->STORY 4 - AMANDA]]

"I know you have a good relationship with Principal Hawthorne -- he trusts you enough to let you walk around the campus, and even do some other stuff...so I need you to help me find the printer and get out of there. If we get caught and I'm with you, it's less likely I'll get a spanking. And since you know the school, maybe you can help me find the printer, so..." she sighs deeply. "So this whole business can finally be over." You stroke your chin thoughtfully. Sure, you know Principal Hawthorne -- but the other teachers don't know you, so you wouldn't me much protection for Amanda's already-sore bottom there. But it couldn't hurt to try, could it? "Alright, fine," you say. "We'll try to find it. I don't know where the printers are, though."(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Amanda Christmas - FRIEND")) "Just as long as you're covering my butt," Amanda says. She turns quickly, and the skirt whirls -- you think you catch a glimpse of lightly toasted cheeks beneath the plaid. "C'mon," she says, marching back inside. "Let's get this over with." [[Continue->FRONT LOBBY]]{ (set:$lunchtime=1) (set:$amandaSORE=0) (set:$turn=0) (set:$eri_loc="Classroom 203") (set:$pen_loc="Classroom 101") (set:$lea_loc="Schoolyard") (set:$max_loc="Principal's Office") (set:$discovered_april=0)}

**FRONT LOBBY** - (set:$turn=$turn+1)(display:"TURNS") (unless:$lea_loc is "lobby")[(unless:$lunchtime is 0)[The front lobby of the school is bustling with students on their lunches, which is probably the only reason you aren't spotted by Ms. Garcia, administrative assistant, from behind her sliding glass window. You and Amanda blend in with the crowd -- but you won't when everyone else is in about twenty minutes when everyone else is in class. Once lunch is over, this will be a no-go zone. You'll need to move quick.] ](else:)[(display:"SPANKING FOR LEAH") ]On the right, you see a staircase leading to the second floor. On the left, there's a hallway. Which way do you go? [[Go left->FIRST FLOOR HALLWAY]] [[Go upstairs->SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY]] [[Go outside->SCHOOLYARD]]

**1ST FLOOR HALLWAY** - (set:$turn=$turn+1)(display:"TURNS") Checkered tile floors, bulletin boards made of cork and decorated with colorful flyers, rows of red lockers lining the walls -- the first floor hallway is about what you'd expect of a highschool. (if:$lunchtime is 1)[Since it's still lunchtime, upperclassmen are milling about, flirting, chasing each other, laughing, and giving you wary looks. //Do they think I'll tell on them or something?// you think to yourself. //Geez. Kids these days are so untrusting.//](set:$floor=1) There are three closed doors in this hallway. Each room has a number, but no other helpful labels: they are rooms 101, 102, and 103. "Are they classrooms or what?" Amanda asks you. You shrug. Any one of these rooms could have the printer inside. Which room will you enter? [[Back to Lobby->FRONT LOBBY]] [[Enter 101->ROOM 1]] [[Enter 102->ROOM 2]] [[Enter 103->ROOM 3]]

**2ND FLOOR HALLWAY** - (set:$turn=$turn+1)(display:"TURNS") This hallway meets at the stairwell at an obtuse angle. One half of the hall leads to more lockers and some open classrooms, mostly science labs and art classrooms -- you can hear the students working overtime on projects and work study. (if:$lunchtime is 1)[Some people are flitting about up here, but most of the students are downstairs.](set:$floor=2) There are three closed doors in this hallway. Each room has a number, but no other helpful labels: they are rooms 101, 102, and 103. "So where do those doors go to?" Amanda asks you. You shrug. Any one of these rooms could have the printer inside. Which room will you enter? [[Back downstairs->FIRST FLOOR HALLWAY]] [[Enter 201->ROOM 1]] [[Enter 202->ROOM 2]] [[Enter 203->ROOM 3]]

**SCHOOLYARD** - (set:$turn=$turn+1)(display:"TURNS") Puttsdale High School sits on a sprawling, grassy schoolyard surrounded by an iron fence and lush hedges. Theres a shady maple tree students like to sit under and a stone walkway leading to the steps. Today, the sun is shining brightly, heating the ground and the back of your neck. (unless:$lea_loc is "schoolyard")[There's no one out here right now, since lunch is over.](else:)[(display:"INTERACTION W/LEAH SALT")](unless:$amandaSORE>1)[ [[Go in the school->FRONT LOBBY]]]

(if:$floor is 1)[**DETENTION ROOM** - (set:$turn=$turn+1)(display:"TURNS") You walk into a room where the desks are set up in a square grid and the blackboard is at the far end of the room from where you stand. There aren't many seats, and the walls are mostly bare, except for one motivational poster with a picture of synchonized skydivers in a ring about the word TEAMWORK and some smaller print you can't read. There are no academic materials, no textbooks on the shelves -- just an all-caps, underlined word SILENCE!! on the chalkboard. //This is a detention room if I've ever seen one,// you think to yourself.]{ }(if:$floor is 2)[**MATH CLASS** - (set:$turn=$turn+1)(display:"TURNS") You and Amanda step into a classroom with geometry equations scribbled on the blackboard. A podium at the front of the class is loaded with teacher notes in the same scribbled hand, and the bulletin boards are decorated with assignments on blue and white graph paper covered in scribbly red pen. (unless:$pen_loc is "math class")[Class is not in session.](else:)[(unless:$max_loc is "math class")[(display:"INTERACTION W/MS. EDOM")](else:)[(display:"SPANKING FOR PENNY")]]](unless:$amandaSORE>1)[ (if:$floor is 1)[[[Leave->FIRST FLOOR HALLWAY]]]{ }(if:$floor is 2)[[[Leave->SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY]]]]

(if:$floor is 1)[**ENGLISH CLASS** - (set:$turn=$turn+1)(display:"TURNS") From the moment you step inside and are greeted by a life size poster of Shakespeare, you can tell this is the Language Arts room. Colorfully adorned bookshelves line the walls, and posters declaring "READING IS COOL!" and "EXPLORE NEW WORLDS WITH A BOOK!" are plastered across the high-ceiling walls. You see on the board that there's an essay due next week. (unless:$eri_loc is "l/a class")[Class is not in session.](else:)[(display:"INTERACTION W/MR. HEITH")]]{ }(if:$floor is 2)[**FACULTY ROOM** - (set:$turn=$turn+1)(display:"TURNS") //Here it is,// you think immediately as you enter and breathe in the ripe black coffee smell wafting through the air, //this must be the faculty room!// And your nose isn't lying. There's a coffee pot on the counter at the far end of the room, and two circular tables with empty mugs and spread out papers tell it all.(if:$eri_loc is $pen_loc)[ (display:"DISCOVER ERIC & PENNY")](else:)[(display:"SUCCESS")](unless:$inventory contains "teacher paddle")[ Out of the corner of your eye, you spy a paddle resting on the counter by the coffee maker -- wooden with an oval head, embossed with the name MS. EDOM. It's got a hole bored through the bottom of the paddle with a rope looped through for hanging and easy access. She's even decorated it with a little blue and white tassle. //Funny thing to leave around...// [Take it]<take|(click-replace:?take)[(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"teacher paddle"))You've taken the paddle.]]](unless:$amandaSORE>0)[ (if:$floor is 1)[[[Leave->FIRST FLOOR HALLWAY]]]{ }(if:$floor is 2)[[[Leave->SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY]]]]

(if:$floor is 1)[**GIRL'S BATHROOM** - (set:$turn=$turn+1)(display:"TURNS") The small tiles of the ladies room are pink and off-white. The mirror above the sinks extends all the way to the ceiling, and the bottom has been marked with graffiti. "What are we doing in here?" Amanda asks.(unless:$discovered_april is 1)[ There's a sound coming from one of the stalls, a soft whimpering. Amanda is about to speak when you hold up your hand and say sharply, "Hush!" One finger to your lips, you step closer to the stall and notice two feet beneath the door. You can hear it more clearly now: whoever is in there is crying. [Knock on the door]<knock|{ }(click-replace:?knock)[(display:"DISCOVER APRIL")]](else:)[(if:$lea_loc is "girls bathroom")[(display:"SPANKING FOR APRIL")]]]{ }(if:$floor is 2)[**PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE** - (set:$turn=$turn+1)(display:"TURNS") You and Amanda enter the principal's office on your tip toes, trying not to make a sound. The green carpet is stately, the bookshelf is well-stocked with yearbooks and scholarly texts, and two portraits of former Headmasters are hung on the left wall. Principal Hawthorne's desk is at the center of the room, and the window behind him overlooks the courtyard. (unless:$max_loc is "office")[Principal Hawthorne isn't in his office.](else:)[(display:"INTERACTION W/PRINCIPAL HAWTHORNE")]](unless:$amandaSORE>0)[ (if:$floor is 1)[[[Leave->FIRST FLOOR HALLWAY]]]{ }(if:$floor is 2)[[[Leave->SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY]]]]

(unless:$leahSORE>0)[Leah's public spanking does not disappoint. For the benefit of everyone, students and teachers alike, Leah is given an old-fashioned paddling while gripping her ankles (white-knuckled for most of it), her jeans and underwear pulled down to her knees. Mr. Heith gives her fair bottom 40 blistering swats that bring a rouge tint to her cheeks -- both sets -- and some tears to her eyes. (set:$leahSORE=3) But even after that brutal display, he wasn't done. Now Leah is draped over the front desk with her rosey bottom jutting out into the lobby. She's lying through the sliding window and gripping the other side of the counter where Ms. Garcia is filing papers. There's a sign on the counter beside her butt:(set:$turn=$turn+3) ==><== BELL OUT OF ORDER SPANK BOTTOM FOR SERVICE -> <== With the arrow, of course, pointed directly at her crimson tushy. Other students enthusiastically spank her for Ms. Garcia's attention, sometimes even when they already have it. And most of the students who come down are coming from Mr. Heith's class -- because everyone in his class knows that, so long as Leah is down here, they'll be allowed to visit the office. "As long as it's an emergency," he says with a wry grin. //SLAP!// "Ffffffaaaarrgh!" Leah cries out as yet another freshman from Mr. Heith's writing seminar smacks her sore bottom. "She's right there -- you can just call for her!" Ms. Garcia pretends not to hear. So the student smacks Leah's bottom again. //SLAP!// "Gaaaaoowwwwie!" There's nothing like justice to warm your bottom -- er, heart. I meant heart. You and Amanda watch for a while, then move on to bigger things.](else:)[Leah's rosy-red, bell-shaped bottom makes a perfect bell for the front desk. You're half-tempted to give it a smack, just for the heck of it! But there's a line…]

Even before you enter, you can hear the annoyance in Principal Hawthorne's voice as he asks to see the derelict student, Jonas Klein, a slight and feminine-looking boy with shaggy black hair and glasses. Hawthorne tells him to assume the position over the desk, and the young man doesn't object as his blue jeans fall to his ankles. His paddling is swift and painful -- you see him puffing out his cheeks and gritting his teeth, doing his best not to cry out or squeal. By the finishing strokes, his rear is lit up a deep, glowing red, and when Hawthorne asks him if he'll fall asleep again during a class, his answer is a sullen, "No," as he pulls up his boxers and jeans. But then Principal Hawthorne turns to Ms. Edom, who withers beneath his gaze. "Ms. Edom," he says. "I believe the situation has been taken care of. Jonas has learned his lesson." Ms. Edom nods quickly, her flowing hair bouncing. "Y-yes, Principal Hawthorne, I- thank you for your help." "It would be of no concern," he begins. "were this not the 3rd time in the past month that you had forgotten your paddle elsewhere in the building and required my assistance to discipline your students. Ms. Edom is wringing her hands now. She can't help but glance out at her classroom once, twice, her cheeks blushing with the shame of being scolded in front of her students. //I have a feeling that embarassment is about to get much, much worse...// "I know, Principal Hawthorne, I- um...I-" she stammers. "I'm very, very sorry. It won't happen again." Principal Hawthorne raises his eyebrows. "I expect as much, Penny." At the sound of Ms. Edom's first name, some of the students giggle and begin to whisper amongst each other. "But, of course, just as I expect my students to pay the consequences for their actions, my teachers are held to a similar standard. We can all learn from mistakes -- provided that we are given proper correction. Understand?" Ms. Edom is biting her lower lip, her eyes glued to the floor. "Y-yes. Yes sir. I understand." "Very good. Now, I want you kneeling on the desk, young lady. All fours, hop to it now. Take those shoes us, don't muddy up your workspace. You'll be getting 20 with the paddle for irresponsibility, on your panties --" Ms. Edom's eyes go wide and her mouth opens to complain, but Principal Hawthorne silences her with a look. "We can make it on your bare bottom, if you prefer, as Mr. Klein's was." Miserably, Ms. Edom slips off her practical-heels and climbs, onto the desk. She's wearing a grey pencil skirt, which Principal Hawthorne lifts up with a flick of his wrist. The class can hardly contain its excitement. Some students at the back are standing and craning their necks for a better look. Now Ms. Edom's bottom is dressed only in pink, gossamer panties with a space of bare thigh before her black-tinted stockings. She's got a delightfully firm and shapely bottom, her hips tapering from a small waist into a lovely heart shape, her cheeks wonderfully round, a small, triangular gap between her thighs. Ms. Edom rests her elbows on the desk, takes a deep breath, and closes her eyes. "Ready, Penny?" "...ready." "Then please count the strokes. Let's begin." And now, Principal Hawthorne brings his paddle down on Ms. Edom's heinie with a resounding //THWAP!// There's a sharp intake of breath from everyone in the class, including you and Amanda. Ms. Edom grunts, swallowing the pain. "One, sir." //THWAP!// The paddle cracks down on her other cheek, connecting with such force it causes Ms. Edom to jerk forward, her mouth opening, eyes wide, an expression of disbelief as the pain registers, the pink mark blossoming on her thigh. "T-two, sir." //THWAP!// Now Ms. Edom can't help but squeal as the paddle returns to her original buttock, clapping against the firm flesh and causing a desperate, "Gnnaha!" sound to rise from her throat. Principal Hawthorne clears his throat, inspecting his work. Ms. Edom's bottom is pinkening quite nicely, blossoming rouge just visible beneath in the space one her cheeks the panties don't cover. (set:$turn=$turn+3) "Three, sir," Ms. Edom says, bracing for yet another. "You appear to be...//ahem//...warmed up, Penny. So we'll speed this up, that way you can return to your lesson." Ms. Edom nods, her face bright red, both from the embarassment and the rising pain. You can hardly imagine how she'll return to teaching after this... //Will she teach while sitting on an icepack?// You glance out at the students, who couldn't be more thrilled. "Arch your back, bottom up. That's better. We'll resume with four." The rest of Ms. Edom's paddling is humiliating, painful, and deliciously fun for everyone to watch. Ms. Edom starts to cry at about the eleventh swat, and she kicks her legs adorably to try to make the fire in her bum go away, to no avail. Her bottom becomes rosey, downright crimson towards her sit spots, and her panties wedge up (always that way with gossamer) to give everyone a closer peek and the warming happening beneath. //THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!// Principal Hawthorne swings away at poor Ms. Edom's cherry-red tushy until her soft sobs become pleas become screams. //This must be real satisfying for anyone Ms. Edom has ever paddled before,// you think, looking over the gleeful crowd. In fact, you see at least one student trying to surrepticiously record Ms. Edom's spanking on her phone.(set:$pennySORE=3) When it's finally done and Ms. Edom's bottom has been fully worked over, Principal Hawthorne gives a few words about the importance of taking care of your belongings. Ms. Edom has her head down the entire time, even after she is instructed to stand up and continue the lesson. Principal Hawthorne leaves, and Ms. Edom wipes the tears from her eyes. Still not looking up, she steps back to the podium, opens the textbook, smooths down her skirt, and tries to take a deep breath. In a quavering voice, she begins: "Okay class. Let's open to page 51." Amanda pulls on your shirtsleeve, and as much as you'd like to stay and watch Ms. Edom tearfully continue her lesson on similar triangles, you realize you've seen enough. You leave the classroom, and just as you're closing the door behind you, you hear one of the students call out: "Who were those two people? They just watched you get spanked, Ms. Edom!" //Teens,// you think, grinning. //Gotta love 'em.// [[Continue->SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY]]

(unless:$pennySORE>0)[You step inside and immediately realize your mistake. Ms. Edom is standing in front of the class and gesturing at the board with a yardstick, and she turns sharply to look at you both as you come in. The class goes silent and wide-eyed: everyone looks to Ms. Edom, who raises one eyebrow, a silent challenge you aren't ready to meet. Behind you, Amanda utters a small //Meep!// sound. Ms. Edom levels her eyes on you without a word. The moment is indescribably tense. Your butt-hole is clenched so tight that you could stick a pencil up there and it'd be sharpened when you pulled it back out. Ms. Edom scans you up and down, sets her mouth in a straight, fine line, and leans against her yardstick. "Can I help you?" For a moment, you can't even speak. Then, Amanda stammers out an answer. "W-we were just...just looking for..just looking for..." "The wrong room," you say, taking Amanda's hand to make for the exit. But Ms. Edom's tone stops you in your tracks. "Leaving? But you've already interrupted the lesson. Are you sure there isn't anything I could help you with?" She flexes the yardstick between her hands, and the students titter excitedly. "This is a math class, after all. Perhaps a lesson in counting?" You swallow hard. Behind you, Amanda whimpers. //This is not gonna be fun.//(set:$turn=$turn+5) ==><== * <== Then, before you can even so much as say a word of protest, Ms. Edom has you over her knee at the front of the classroom for a hard spanking, your pants at your knees and your panties peeled back to reveal your bum, which jiggles with every //SMACK!// Your face blushes dark red as you see students standing out of their chairs for a better look, and as Ms. Edom's palm makes impact with your backside, you feel electric pain bursting in your buns, warming your thighs with swift red slaps!(set:$amandaSORE=3) Amanda is next, and for her, Ms. Edom opts for a wheelbarrow position. She takes Amanda over her lap and plays her bottom like the bongoes! Poor Amanda is kicking her feet and howling in a matter of minutes -- before long, her entire bottom is brazen pink. //SMACK! SMACK!// Then Ms. Edom takes Amanda's underwear, which already made for poor protection from the spanks, and pulls it into a wedgie with her fist! Each round cheek is fully bared, her dark, coffee behind lighting up to red as Amanda wails helplessly, begging for mercy and pounding her fists on the ground. You watch with your head bowed -- you haven't even been given permission to pull your pants up. //WHAP! SMACK! WHACK!// (set:$received=$received+(a:"Penny Edom")) Finally, Ms. Edom lays two final hard, full-handed slaps on Amanda's backside and lifts her off, still whimpering. But just when you thought it was over, Ms. Edom tells you to go to the far wall for part two. "I seem to have misplaced my paddle," Ms. Edom says, annoyed. "So we'll have to make due with this." She raises the yardstick, then motions to the open window. "Both of you, lean out the window, //now//. I want those panties down, bottoms high and proud. You're going to count out loud for all of Puttsdale to hear!" And so you do. For ten brutal strokes each with the ruler, you count as loudly as you can, screaming your humiliation across the town. Each time the ruler //CRACKS// down on your backside, you see stars behind your eyes, and soon the waterworks start -- now you're bawling out an open window as your bottom is thrashed, parallel red lines cutting across your back side. Ms. Edom tells the students that, next time, she'll have them graph the marks. You grit your teeth with every swat, hearing Amanda's sobs and her stuttering: "MGggaaahaaaha! S-s-se...seven! Please, Ms. Edom, i-i-it stings so -- //Wwwaaahahahaaaaaaaaa// e-eight, please, no more!" The ruler stretches and bends with Ms. Edom's velocity, connecting to your raw tushies with a satisfying whop the whole neighborhood can hear. When it's finally over, you and Amanda are weak at the knees. You glance down at Amanda's bottom, which looks like the side view of a milk chocolate and red-velvet wafer, still furiously hot to the touch. Then you glance back at your own behind to inspect the damage: angry red stripes, bruising at the center of each beaten cheek. You won't be sitting for weeks. The two of you pull up your underwear gingerly, still sniffling and hiccuping softly, then mumble your apologies as you make way for the door. "Come again anytime," Ms. Edom says proudly. //Pass,// you think to yourself wryly. [[Continue->ENDING - AMANDA]]](else:)[Poor Ms. Edom is still trying to teach her class with a sore bottom...but she isn't getting very far. "Does it sting, Ms. Edom?" "Hey, I have some lotion in my bag!" "Can we see how red it is?" "I think we already saw..." Everyone laughs. Her face flush, Ms. Edom looks at the ground, holding back tears. "Stop it! All of you -- we have work to do! J-just stop!" But you have a feeling that, after seeing their teacher get an over-the-panties spanking on all fours by the principal, there won't be a lot of math learned in this room today!]

You hear something from one of the stalls -- the wet slapping sound of a spanking in progress. One pair of feet -- the spankers -- is planted firmly on the ground. The spankee is partly kneeling on the toilet, feet kicking up with each smack. You and Amanda lean in to listen. //SLAP!// "Ow -- OW -- AAAWCH, Leah, please, stop //spanking// me!" "Shut up, or I'll more more water on it. Does that sting -- hm?" //SLAP!// "//Gnah!//" April's sobs echo through the rest room. "Puh-leeeease!"(set:$turn=$turn+3) She catches her breath between smacks, just long enough to ask: "Should you be in //class//?" "Yeah, I am -- but it's Mr. Heith's class, so I'm cutting. That a problem?" //SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!// "Waaaaaaaah!"(set:$discovered_leah=1) Nothing you can do to stop it now, not without causing Leah to come after you. You shake your head at Amanda, then nod your head towards the door. //Time to go -- April will have to handle herself!//

(unless:$discovered_leah is 1)[As you and Amanda enter, Mr. Heith stops in mid-sentence to turn to you. He’s holding a book of poetry open in his hand, and he’s been reading from it. His students look at you wide-eyed, some of them lifting their heads off the desks. One student in the back row blinks awake and says: "Ohhhhhh you messed up now."(set:$turn=$turn+5) "Quiet, Don. Ladies, can I presume you have a good reason to be interrupting this very important lesson about Sonnet 116?" "Erm," you say, taking a step back. //This does not look good...// Amanda folds and unfolds her hands nervously. "Um, is that the one about, uh — //Shall I compare you to a summer’s day?// and all that?" Mr. Heith scratches his ear, annoyance visible on his face. He closes the ear-marked book and sighs deeply. "No," he says. "That would be Sonnet 18. Allow me to recite some of Sonnet 116, see if I can jog your memory." His juts his handsome, square jar at you, a challenge. You don’t like the way he’s hitting that book against his hand. "//It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.//" Amanda laughs nervously and swallows. "It’s — uh, it’s a really pretty poem." "Oh, but it’s not just a poem," Mr. Heith goes on, nimbly stepping around you both to block the exit. "It’s a sonnet — that means it has a very specific rhyme and meter to it. Iambic pentameter. Which is what we were going over when you unexpectedly joined us." "I really think we’d better get going," you say. Amanda nods vigorously. "You’ve got a lesson to teach, I’m sorry we barged in —" "No, no, stay!" Mr. Heith demands. "It’s actually good that you’ve interrupted my lesson, despite my door being closed." "It…is?" You squeak. "Why yes! Now my students will have a visual aid!" Before you can even start, Mr. Heith takes both you and Amanda by the wrists with his strong and able arms. He guides you over his desk, bending you over easily. You kick your feet, but it’s no use! He has you by your arm, and each time you try to escape, he easily pins you. You see Amanda squirm as her plaid skirt is lifted and her panties are dropped. The students laugh and "Oooooh!" as her plump bottom drops out of her panties, round and chocolatey brown like scoops of ice cream. You close your eyes, helpless, as you feel your own jeans being tugged down, your underwear dropping with hardly a sound to your underwear. The students are going wild. //Oh my god,// you think, wondering if you’ve ever been more embarassed. You bite your lip, bracing for the inevitable. "Now class, iambic pentameter is a type of rhythm. Each verse in this sonnet has ten syllables, paired into five iambs. An iamb is a type of meter with two parts. The //un//stressed syllable —" Mr. Heith gives your bottom a mighty //WHOP!// with the closed book, and you feel a colorful burst of stinging pain! "Gah!" "— and the //stressed// syllable!" //WHAP!// Just as he finishes the sentence, you hear Mr. Heith’s book connect with Amanda’s behind, causing her left butt cheek to dance as she kicks up her foot. "Ooh!" "You’ll hear that pattern 5 times in each line. Watch: "It is the star to ev—" With each word, Mr. Heith brings down his book sharply, smacking your bottoms with the flat, hardback cover and sending burning pain through your backside. //WHOP! WHAP! WHOP! WHAP!// He alternates so quickly between you that you hardly have time to grip the table harder or pray for a missed stroke — Amanda is already howling, her bottom reddening like a crackling fire. You’re feeling the pain yourself: it’s been a while since you had your buns toasted //this// bad. And the fact that an audience of 30 students is there to cheer it on doesn’t make it any easier. Some of them are even taking //notes//! "—Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks…Speaking of rosy cheeks, I think it’s time to pick up the pacing. Heidi, bring me that paddle there, hanging on the wall." //Paddle?!// "Nonononono!" Amanda cries desperately, clutching her raw bottom. "Please, not the paddle, we promise we won’t interrupt again!" "Really, we do!" You say. "And we’re sorry!" "//So// sorry!" Mr. Heith takes the paddle from his student, who returns to the front row like someone excited for a movie to resume. "Oh, I know you are. But as the Bard might say, ‘I must be cruel, only to be kind.’ Let’s have a class count: I think 30 each should do the trick." Then Mr. Heith proceeds to give you and Amanda a thrashing your heinie will not soon forget. He pounds his paddle down on your cowering bottoms, forcing you into the desk and pressing down your back to make you arch, and though you try to shy away from the blows, there’s nowhere to run. The //WHOP! WHAP! WHOP WHAP!// of your spankings reverberates through the room, your ass dancing to the rhythm — no, the //meter// — of Mr. Heith hammering away as the class gleefully counts each blistering stroke until your poor bottom is bright, agonizing red and your face is wet with tears. Amanda is sobbing too, gripping the edge of the desk and kicking up her feet with every mighty spank until her own behind looks like a dark red cherry. Mr. Heith’s paddle shifts between your bottoms so quickly that your cries start to blend together, and pretty soon the //WHOP! WHAP! WHOP! WHAP!// is beating over a constant wail.(set:$amandaSORE=3) And when it’s finally over, you and Amanda stand without a word. Your glowing red bums are so sore and hot to the touch that Amanda tries to place her hand back there and almost starts crying. You slowly pull up your underwear and tenderly smooth down your pants before, still trembling, the two of your take your mercilessly spanked bottoms back to the hallway. As the door closes behind you, you can hear the class erupt into applause, and Mr. Heith takes a thespian-style bow. [[Continue->ENDING - AMANDA]]](else:)[(unless:$lea_loc is "lobby")[As you and Amanda enter, every head turns. Mr. Heith's mouth drops open, and you see him instinctively reaching for his paddle, ready to spank you //both// for interrupting his lesson. "Wait!" You say, hand up. "I'm sorry to interrupt. I just thought you should know that there's a student who's supposed to be here, but she's cutting. Leah Salt. She's in the girl's bathroom right now, bullying another student. Spanking her, in fact." In the silence that follows, your faces flushes red. "J-just thought you should know." Mr. Heith glances down at his attendance, then out at the seats, then back at you. "...Where did you say this was happening?" [[Continue->DISCOVER LEAH]]](else:)[This time, as you enter, the class is entirely silent. Everyone is working hard on some sort of quiz. Mr. Heith is behind his desk. Even though you interrupted his lesson before, Mr. Heith acknowledges you with a friendly nod. He's thankful that you told him about Leah -- catching her will help discourage others from cutting his class, plus his idea to solve the front desk situation put him in good standing with Principal Hawthorne. You've made another friend today!]]

"Oh, hello there!" Principal Hawthorne says familiarly. (unless:$lea_loc is "lobby")["Sorry to say I'm very busy today. You see, my assistant, Ms. Garcia, isn't hearing the front desk bell, I suppose. People are going to the front office, ringing the bell, waiting a minute for her to come help them, then going away. And where do they go away to? That's right. Me." He shakes his head sadly. "I'll have to keep up with the work, please excuse me." He turns back to his papers without another word, leaving you to show yourselves out.](else:)["Did you see how Mr. Heith solved the problem at the front desk. Simply ingenious, that man."] (if:$inventory contains "teacher paddle")[(unless:$pennySORE>0)["Actually, Principal Hawthorne, there's something I was hoping you could take a look at."(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Max Hawthorne - PARTNER"))(set:$principal_replacement=1) "I'm not sure I've time to --" He stops mid sentence as his eyes drift down to the teacher paddle in your hand. "Erm -- where did you get that?" "It was in the faculty room," you respond. "Just lying on the counter. I didn't want a student to see it and...you know." "Certainly not." Principal Hawthorne stands. "Those paddles are strictly for teachers, and it is the teacher's responsibility to keep track of them. And you're saying this was simply //left// in the teacher's lounge?" "Yeah, and it has this blue tassle --" "Give that to me, please," he says as he rounds the desk in two large steps, taking the implement brusquely from your hand. "I know exactly to whom this belongs. And, seeing as this is not the first time, I have decided she should have a piece of my mind." He leaves, storming down the hallway to Ms. Edom's math class. You and Amanda share a glance, both of you wondering the same exact thing... [[Follow him->SPANKING FOR PENNY]]](else:)["Oh, he says, looking up at you over his glasses. "Thank you for letting me know about that paddle. A miscreant is a miscreant, even if she happens to be a teacher. They could all use some correction from time to time." He gives you a wink.]]

"What are you two losers looking at?" Leah says snidely. She doesn't move to stand from her leaning position against the shady tree, but her eyes are hard at work, giving you the once-over, then the twice-over, then the all the more intimidating thrice over. She even takes one of her earbuds out of her pretty head.(set:$turn=$turn+5) Amanda stands behind you, mute. You step forward with your hands in your pockets, trying to seem casual. "What are you doing out here? Everyone else is having lunch together, and you're being a loner." Leah snorts. "People at this school are idiots. There's like thre people worth hanging out with -- and sometimes I don't even feel like dealing with them." She looks up at you with one eyebrow raised, standing off her tree. "So what are //you// doing here? Looking for someone to snitch on?" (if:$leahSORE >1)[She smirks. "Want to see me get spanked again?" Her face suddenly turns angry, serious, her mouth a hard line, eyes glaring: "Dream on."] "No, no," you say, motioning with your hands for her to settle down. "I'm just here with my friend, who needs to use a printer. She's got an interview coming up, so we're in a bit of a rush. Can you tell me where the printer in this school is?" Leah looks at you blankly, her eyes shifting onto Amanda momentarily. She seems to be thinking if there's any reason to help you -- or, more likely, if there's any excuse for her to bully you. "Your friend is 'former?" she says finally. "What's that?" "A 'former. Like, she has to wear a uniform." She's giving Amanda a challenging glare, and Amanda withers under it." Even I passed enough classes that I get free dress." "Oh, um, actually," Amanda says in a tiny voice, raising her hand meekly, "I'm not a student. I'm twenty-three." She laughs nervously, gesturing at her clothes. "Dry cleaning mix-up." Leah raises her eyebrows. "Oh?" she says. "So you //aren't// a student...you just //look// like one?" She takes a step forward. "T-that's right," Amanda says sheepishly. Leah grins and steps forward again. "I was wondering why I'd never seen you around before. You're someone I think I'd remember." "Y-yeah?" Amanda says, cowering. "Oh, yeah, definitely," Leah says. "Know why?" As Leah takes another step forward sets Amanda completely in her shadow, poor Amanda looks as though she might be about to pee herself. The sound is hardly audible, her voice a mousey squeak; you have to read Amanda's lips to see her say: "Why?" "Because," Leah announces, "you look like you'd make a really funny face if I did //this!//"(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1) (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!] In one fluid motion, Leah spins Amanda so she's facing the school, presses on her back to bend her over, and roots into her skirt with her free hand. Her eyes light up as her fingers find Amanda's waistband, and Amanda squeaks pathetically as Leah grins, plants her foot, and pulls! You can't remember seeing a more vicious girl-on-girl wedgie. Amanda's light blue panties are yanked so far out of her skirt that the leg-holes stand almost at her shoulders. Her skirt is peeled back, revealing the top of her cocoa-colored buns just where her underwear is flossing between them. Amanda makes a whimpering sound and her eyes cross. Students on picnic tables turn to see, whispering to each other and giggling as Amanda's feet are lifted off the ground! And, despite all you've seen in this crazy town, what happens next surprises even you.(set:$amandaSORE=3) Leah takes Amanda's skirt in both fists and tugs it off. Amanda falls forward, flat onto her belly, her bottom (lightly pinkened from previous misunderstandings) out and bare in the open air. Leah takes a pink hairbrush from her back pocket -- which, judging by the kinky wildness of Leah's wavey brown hair, has never had any other use -- and begins to wail on Amanda's behind! Her brown buttocks take each smack with a delightful ripple, ringing hollow-plastic //WHACKS!// through the air. Amanda tries to scramble to her feet, but Leah expertly steps over her back leg and onto on of Amanda's braids, pinning her down with her bottom in the air. Then, placing one hand on Amanda's back, Leah gives her the hairbrush-spanking of a lifetime, whapping her soft butt until Amanda's chocolate muffin is sprinkled rosey strawberry-red. //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// Finally, Leah steps back to admire her work. Amanda's panties are stretched, hanging loosely now around her thighs. Her skirt is around her ankles, pressed into the dirt. Her face is wet with tears, and of course, her butt cheeks are glowing like two hot coals. Leah puts her hands on her hips, clearly very pleased with herself. She looks to you and shrugs. "Impersonating a student," she says, shaking her head. "The girl needed to be taught a lesson." Then a thought crosses her mind. She lifts her brush, shaking it at you. "Saaaaay...you were helping her, weren't you?" she says. "In a way, you're just as bad." "Wait -- hang on, Leah, we just -- we just needed to-" Leah presses her finger to your mouth. "Sh sh sh. No excuses," she says. "You wouldn't want to lose Principal Hawthorne's trust, would you?" And before you know it, you're over Leah's knee, blistering spanks raining down on your bare behind, your jeans at your knees. //SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!// The hollow plastic brush rings out against your tush, and you find yourself choking back tears, your behind heating up like a furnace until, just when you can no longer stand it.... //FWUMP.// Leah dumps you into the grass, and you lie there, your bottom roasted and sore, next to Amanda -- both of you with your asses bared, both of you spanked like naughty children. "Later, losers," Leah says. "Good luck at your interview!" And then as Leah is walking away, Amanda states the obvious: "I-I think I'll cancel my interview for today..." [[Continue->ENDING - AMANDA]]

(if:$amandaSORE > 1)[Well, you couldn't help Amanda make it to her interview in time. After the spanking the two of you just got, Amanda had to go home just to ice off! Your own bottom could probably use the same -- you just know that Leah is going to laugh at you when she sees you walking home, clutching your butt cheeks, tears still wet on your face. But it isn't //all// for nought: Amanda's bottom looked down-right cute with that cherry-red glow.(set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+2) (color:yellow)[+2 SUBMISSIVENESS!]](else:)[You did it! Thanks to you, Amanda made it to her interview un-spanked, and she even says it went really well. She told Libby that she was wearing the uniform because she is a "life-long student of literature," which Libby thought was a nice touch. Pretty soon, the Puttsdale Library will have a new assistant. Nice work!(set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness+2) (color:yellow)[+2 TRUSTWORTHINESS!]](if:$leahSORE > 0)[ (set:$authority=$authority+2)(set:$dominance=$dominance+1) Plus, you saw justice served in Puttsdale today! (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!]Leah got her bottom reddened, which April is sure to be happy about. (color:yellow)[+2 AUTHORITY!]](if:$pennySORE > 0)[ (set:$authority=$authority+2)(set:$dominance=$dominance+1) And you've never seen a teacher get spanked like that before...Ms. Edom looked like she deserved it, though. So, all in all, it was a pretty good afternoon! Job well done. (color:yellow)[+2 AUTHORITY!]] [[Leave->UPPER SCHOOLHOUSE ROAD]]

You lead Mr. Heith to the girl's bathroom, silently praying all the while that they're still in there. Lucky for you, they are. You and Amanda both enter, but the sounds of the spanking don't let up. //SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!// April wails pitifully. "Waaahahahaaha!" "Oh, stop whining. You should be thanking me -- your sister's spanking was too hard on the left. I'm just evening it out for you!" "What's going on in here?" you hear the teacher say from behind you. The sound of the spanking in progress stops sharply. You see Mr. Heith appear in the doorwar, looking confused and angry. He leans in without stepping over the threshhold and commands sharply: "Whoever is in there, you'd better come out //now!//" You hear the stall unlock and the door open with a slight push. Leah and April emerge -- April with both hands on her raw, red bottom, her face tear-stained, and Leah looking like the cat that ate the canary. Mr. Heith crosses his arms. "Leah," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Is this the emergency you claimed you had in my class? The trip to the rest room that just couldn't wait?" Leah doesn't respond.(set:$lea_loc="lobby") So Mr. Heith lurches forward and takes her by the arm. "Come with me. You're getting it in the front lobby -- I can see you enjoy spanking, lets see how you feel about being on the other end." Leah follows, half-dragged, tripping down the hall as you and the two girls watch, wide-eyed. //Now that will be something to see...// [[Continue->FRONT LOBBY]]

Two teachers are eating their lunches and chatting. One is a young woman, probably in her late twenties, with straightened hair streaked with blonde highlights. She's pretty and thin, and the way she covers her mouth with the back of her hand between bites of salad is graceful, even dainty. Her I.D. card hangs from a lanyard around her neck: Ms. Edom. Across the table from her is a man named Mr. Heith, similar in age, although small patches of silver hair have cropped up at his temple's. He's handsome, with a strong jaw and thoughtful brown eyes. He's speaking: "To me, the most annoying thing is when someone just walks into your class in the middle of a lecture -- you know? Like, I'm trying to think up here, do you mind" Ms. Edom nods enthusiastically. "Exactly. //Exactly.// Just wait until, I don't know, homework or something. They always come in the //middle// of a lesson." Then she starts to tell the story of a student who kept calling out in the middle of her sentences until, finally, she had to spank him. "Right there in the middle of class, like, //psh!// You wanted attention, you know?" Mr. Heith laughs through a mouthful of his sandwhich and starts telling his own story. You try to listen, but you hear a tug at your arm. "There! That's the printer, isn't it?" Amanda says, gesturing to a device on the counter at the opposite side from the coffee maker. You nod, then whisper from the side of your mouth. "Probably. But we should come back when these two are done with lunch. If we just go up and take it, they'll probably want to know who we are. Let's keep moving for right now." Obediently, Amanda agrees.

So you knock softly on the door. "Hey...is something wrong?" "Go away!" a voice replies, hiccuping. (set:$turn=$turn+3) Amanda tilts her head. "Voice sounds familiar..." she says. She steps closer, and you give the stall another soft rap. "I said, '//Go away!//'" the girl says angrily. "Look, we just want to help," you say. "No need to be rude about it. We're not teachers." "Or students!" Amanda chimes in. You hear a long-drawn sniff. After a moment, the lock turns, and the door swings open to reveal a girl with blue eyes, brown hair, cute bangs, and snug polo shirt open to the final button. She's got a plaid bow in her hair, and if it weren't for the shortness of the cut, her skirt would look a lot like Amanda's. She looks up at you, and you can see she's been crying. "Sorry," she mumbles. "I'm...not in a good place right now." "Hey, I know you!" Amanda says. "You're from Landsbottom Florists! April, right? You helped me pick out a bouquet for Philia." The girl nods. "That's my family's flower shop. I was filling in for my sister, May. The bouquet you got was really pretty," she says, smiling shyly. Her face glistens with tears. Behind the red rims, her eyes are quite pretty, and even beneath the running mascara, her freckles draw all the attention to the softness of her features, her cute round nose and rosey cheeks. "Well, Philia loved them," Amanda says. "I don't know the first thing about flowers, so it's all thanks to you." April laughs and does a small courtesy. "You said you weren't in a good place right now," you say, cutting in "What's the matter?" April sighs deeply. She opens her mouth to explain, then shakes her head, as if to say, //No, that won't do.// Turning around, she lifts her mini skirt and pulls out her blue panties by the waistband, displaying her bottom for you. You and Amanda lean in for a closer look. The poor girl's behind has been spanked absolutely //raw//, and her cheeks blush crimson by the flurescent lights. You can almost feel the warmth from her bum, both round cheeks as hot as fresh candied apples -- her sit-spots are about as red as apples, to boot. Her tushy is lightly freckled too, but the cuteness wasn't enough to dissuade a heavy working over, probably with a paddle, or a... "Hairbrush," April says, looking back at you. "Yikes," you say softly. Amanda winces sympathetically. "What happened?" "It's so stupid," April says, gingerly pulling her panties back up and smoothing down her skirt. "My big sister spanked me with a hairbrush this morning because I was cutting swim practice. Like, I already got paddled by coach for it! And we weren't even doing anything bad -- Kid Missy and I were just hanging out at the arcade." "So this happened this morning?" April nods. "Before I left for school. I tried to sit through it, but it just hurt too much -- and I swear, the seats here are so //hard!// It was a hairbrush spanking on //top// of my paddle spanking from yesterday. My butt is on //fire//." You raise your eyebrow. "So you're just gonna stay in here all day?" April pouts, rubbing her behind. "Just until it's not so sore..." Then, she walks past you, trying not to make eye contact. She goes to the sink and turns, standing on her tiptoes so her hips are just about level with the bottom of the mirror. She peels down her panties, lifts her skirt, opens the faucet, and splashes some water on her bare butt. "Ahhhh," she says sighing. "This actually helps a lot..." You're about to comment, but then Amanda looks at her watch. "Hey, we'd better go," she says. "I've got to find a printer still, and my interview is at 3!" "A printer?" April says, still wetting her bum. "Did you check the faculty room?" "Let's go," you say, leading Amanda out. "Good luck with...everything," you say to April as you leave." "You too!" she calls after you. "Oh, and don't tell my sister I was out of class!"(set:$discovered_april=1)

TURN: (print:$turn){ (if:$turn is < 6)[(set:$max_loc = "second floor hall")] (else-if:$turn < 9)[(set:$max_loc = "first floor hall")] (else-if:$turn < 11)[(set:$max_loc = "lobby")] (else-if:$turn < 14)[(set:$max_loc = "first floor hall")] (else-if:$turn < 17)[(set:$max_loc = "second floor hall")] (else-if:$turn < 23)[(set:$max_loc = "office")] (if:$turn < 11)[(set:$pen_loc = "faculty room")] (else:)[(set:$pen_loc = "math class")] (if:$turn < 11)[(set:$eri_loc = "faculty room")] (else:)[(set:$eri_loc = "l/a class")] (if:$turn < 11)[(set:$lea_loc = "schoolyard")] (else-if:$turn < 16)[(set:$lea_loc = "l/a class")] (else:)[(unless:$lea_loc is "lobby")[(set:$lea_loc="girls bathroom")]]}

And there it is -- the printer! On the counter, unattended and unguarded, with a single sheet of paper resting on top. "There it is!" you say. "And is that your --" "My resume!" Amanda cries out ecstatically. She clutches the paper to her chest and looks, for a second, as if she's about to kiss you. Success! [[Take the resume and go->ENDING - AMANDA]]

Chiza’s back yard is cluttered, and the grass back here isn’t nearly so well kept. //Maybe the garden is just for appearances,// you think as you crunch across the yellowed lawn. The fence is unpainted, and there’s an overturned toy car with a red body and yellow roof lying beside a red dog house, covered in spiderwebs. But the other half of the yard, just outside of the shadow cast by the house next door, is sunny and pleasant: there’s an above-ground swimming pool, only about six feet across or so. A green garden hose snakes out of it and leads to an alley between the fence and the house. That’s where you find her: she has her back turned to you, and water slopes off her shoulders, cascading in spinning rivulets from her dark hair, which she pulls into a ponytail. Her blue bikini top ties off in a string, the bow plastered wetly to her back. She’s rising from the water now, leaning to reach for something just outside of the pool’s edge… Which is when you notice she isn’t wearing a bikini bottom. Her pear-shaped bottom is as naked we came — her back arches, her thin waist tapering into a beautiful, bell-shaped ass, phat and round with a tan line beneath each cheek, forming a triangle around her lovely behind, which has been spanked to red, both cheeks glowing and rosey, like two red balloons, semi-literal tail-lights. She’s reaching for a plastic bag full of ice, and when she grabs it, she dumps it into the pool. The cubes float about her spanked bottom, and the water sparkles. //She’s turning around!// You duck back into the house, hoping she doesn’t notice the screen door is open — but she hardly even glances in your direction. She moans softly and begins to re-submerge, her hands clasping the pool sides, her eyes closed, gritting her teeth. As she slowly dunks her bottom into the ice water, sweet relief washes over her face. "Aaaaahhhhhhhh…" she exhales, smiling numbly, her eyes half-lidded as the pleasure of the coolness eases the sting of her spanking. "Ohmigod that’s good…"(set:$chizaSORE=0)(set:$reactee="Chiza Bee") You're enjoying the view. [The only thing that would be better would be if: [You had given the spanking.]<dom| [You had been the one spanked.]<sub|]<reaction|(click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)[You only wish you'd been the one to spank Chiza's beautiful bottom.(set:$dominance = $dominance+1)]](click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)[You only wish you'd been the one being spanked -- maybe Chiza would like a turn on the other end?(set:$submissiveness = $submissiveness+1)]] //I’d better come back later,// you think to yourself. //She seems busy at the moment!//(if:$inventory contains "camera")[ (display:"PHOTOS")] [[[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]]]<exit|

Amanda looks up at you (literally, in this case) with bright eyes. Her dark skin is smooth and chocolatey, invitingly soft. Her smile washes over you like a tranquil sunrise. In these moments, you can see the girl is a 20-something-year-old – and a pretty one at that – but from every other angle and in every other lighting, she could be a high school freshman. "What’s up, (print:$name)?" she asks with a shimmery, bubbly voice. You can't stand to tell her you want to give her a spanking when she looks at you like that. //Maybe another time -- after she's been naughty...//

Amanda takes you to the bedroom she and Philia share, which looks like something out of a 90s family sitcom. The room is even divided with a line directly down the middle: half of the room has yellowish walls and is neatly organized, pristinely clean, and scientifically minded, while the other half is baby-blue, messy and decorated with all sorts of zany art. "This side is mine," Amanda says, taking you to the messy side. "Don’t touch anything on Philia’s side or she’ll spank you — believe me, I know." She leads you to her closet and throws it open. It’s crammed full of colorful outfits that surge out at you the second they are freed. The mixed-up dry cleaning is still in the plastic film, and she pulls it out with some difficulty. "I think it must be dry cleaning for at least two people, because only the uniform is in my size. Some of the rest is guys’ clothing, some of the rest is girls’ clothing — I’ve really tried to find out who it belongs to, but nobody will cop to it. I’ve checked all of the Ranch Houses. And it’s just taking up space in my already-too-full wardrobe…" She looks at you, gives you a quick glance up and down and says, "Hey…I bet some of this stuff will fit you. Do you want it?" You open your mouth to decline, but your brain stops you. You //have// been wearing the same grungy outfit since you got into town…and there aren’t any clothing stores in the area, so there’s //that//. "Uh…yes," you find yourself saying. "That would actually be great." (set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"extra clothes")) "Sweet!" Amanda declares. You follow her out as she carries the dry cleaning bag over her shoulder. "Then it’s settled. You get some new clothes, and I get some space in my closet back. Win-win!" You honestly have to agree. [[Continue->AMANDA CHRISTMAS]]

She sets on a bench by the picnic table, her bottom hitting the paint with a squelchy //splat//. Chiza takes you beneath her arm, still dripping wet, and pulls you across her knee. You're lying right across her wet, naked lap, and you can see the blush on her bottom even as she's sitting down, her thigh like a sunset full of deep reds and pinks. But it's your own tushy you're worried about now, even more so as Chiza pulls off your pants and panties and the cool air hits your behind. //SLAP!// Chiza's wet palm claps down on your left butt cheek, drawing a sharp sting and a cry to your lips. Before you know it, you're bottom is smarting from dozens of smacks, dripping with chlorine-scented water and shining like a polished red apple. "That'll teach you to spy on girls," Chiza says matter of factly. She stands and lets you drop to the ground. Then, standing above you, still naked from the waist down, she declares: "And if you wanna see my ass so bad, the least you could do is kiss it!" She presses your face into her warm, soft behind, tucks you between her thighs so your nostrils are flooded with her smell. You can't breathe. You can't think. You can only feel Chiza digging her fingers in, gripping a fistful of your hair as she presses, deeper, deeper, deeper...(set:$status=$status+2)(unless:$received contains "Chiza Bee")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Chiza Bee"))] Just when you think you're about to pass out, she releases you, takes a towel, and storms back into the house. You decide to show yourself out. //Well,// you think, almost laughing as your fingers brush the bent polaroid, //at least I got the shot!//(set:$photos=$photos+(a:"Chiza Bee"))(set:$spanked_by="Chiza") [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[(if:$display is 1 and $submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"ON DISPLAY")](else:)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")(show:?hidden_exit)]] |hidden_exit)[ [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]] ]

As promised, there's a strapping in progress that you can see through the front window. Both girls are bare-bottomed, draped over the couch side by side, and their father -- a burly man with his back to you -- is lining up his strap on the left girl's backside. You can practically hear the sound of the strap //tap, tap tapping// against the girl's lovely white haunches, the //whiff// of it being drawn up into the air, and the mighty //CRACK!// of it coming down!(set:$double_trouble=0)(set:$selmaSORE=3) There's just something mesmirizing about watching identical twins being spanked. Identical bottoms turning identical shades of red with identically numbered strips and identically numbered kicks -- it's a perfect symetry, and even though you feel bad for poor Selma and Louisa tasting that strap on their bums, you have to admit you're disappointed when it ends. //I think I'll wait until tomorrow to visit Selma,// you think. //She probably needs to sleep that off.//

As you stand to give Selma a hug goodbye, you hear the front door opening and footsteps in the mudroom. Immediately, Selma's eyes go wide. Louisa, who has been sleeping peacefully this entire time, starts to stir. She rubs her eyes and looks from you, to Selma, to the door. Then she groans. "Oh //shit//, not again!"(set:$double_trouble=2) "Selma? Louisa?" The twins parents appear in the doorframe, dressed in fancy clothes, looking like they've just come back from the opera or something. When they see you, they freeze. Selma's dad looks you up and down, then, enraged, looks back to Selma. "Wait, no! It's not what you think!" Selma says frantically. "(if:$gender is "boy")[He](if:$gender is "girl")[She], uh, just snuck in here! Uh -- theif! Theif!" she yells, slapping lightly at your shoulder. Both her parents look horrified. Louisa facepalms with a solid //pfaff//. Realizing that no one is buying it, Selma drops the act and hangs her head. "I- I'm sorry, Dad." The girls' father steps forward and addresses Selma: "When I told you both you were grounded, did I not say that that meant no friends over? Did I not make that clear?" Selma looks like she's about to shrink to be about 2 inches tall. "We are going to talk about this." He looks sharply at Louisa. "Both of you. Upstairs, now." "But I was --"(set:$sel_loc="busy") "No buts!" their father roars. The girls' immediately fall silent and walk past you towards the stairs. Their father follows. Mrs. Gemini steps forward, removing her gloves. "And your name is?" "Uh...(print:$name), ma'am." "It's nice to meet you, although I'm afraid I wish it were under better circumstances. You see, we told the girls not to make or have any social engagements because they were grounded, but this afternoon while their father and I were going to see a show in Minneapolis, they thought it would be wise to invite you in behind our backs. Unfortunately for them, the show was cancelled and we came home early. Which is why Selma tried to tell us you were a thief." She gives a shallow smile. "For which, I'm extremely sorry." "It's okay. Really, I-" "We're going to make sure the girls' learn their lesson, don't you worry. But you really ought to be going now." You don't see any reason to argue with her, so you head for the door. [[Leave->SMALL CUL-DE-SAC]]

After you read the letter a first time, you have to read it again. And again. And again. Your brain simply can't seem to process what you're reading -- you just can't believe it. Once more, you sit at the edge of your bed and ponder the letter for a final time: ==><== --- <== //Dear (print:$name), This letter is meant to (hopefully) start making up for any inconvience you suffered when our daughters (Selma and Louisa) wrongly accused you of being a theif (of which, of course, you were NOT guilty). We were so sorry to hear that our girls had caused you any trouble (especially when we learned you were new in town!), and because the reputation of Puttsdale is so important to us (we've lived here for over 30 years -- both our daughters were born here!) we wanted to make amends.(set:$double_trouble=3)(set:$be_creative=1)(set:$sel_loc="home") Not only are we apologizing on behalf of Selma and Louisa for their behavior, but we are also requesting (encouraging, in fact!) that you punish our daughters for being so inconsiderate with a firm spanking. We think it is always best for the (unjustly) wronged party to administer discipline, and even though the girls have already been spanked by us (hairbrush, on the bare), we believe you should have a turn as well. We leave the details of the spanking to you (get creative!), but please do not be shy -- both Selma and Louisa are very familiar with spankings. The girls have been informed, so they are waiting for your visit. Again, we apologize (and we expect them to apologize too!) Good luck! ==> Sincerely, Aleister & Deirdre Gemini// --- <== Even reading the letter again makes your palms sweaty. It was left taped to your apartment door -- for //anyone// to read! //If their parents really did put this note on my door, they're crazy.// But even so...maybe it would be worth it to figure out just how crazy they are. [[Leave->EMPTY APARTMENT]]

The three of you sit on the red-cushioned stools, Kailee and Maggie behind the register, resting on their arms, you sitting at the counter and leaning over as though you were about to order two vanilla scoops in a sprinkle cone. Kailee's own vanilla scoops are feeling a bit more strawberry now, so she shifts and squirms. Her hair is disheveled and her polo appears to be missing a button. Still, she's determined for you to hear her side of the story.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Maggie Sweet")) "Don't tell it like //that//! You always make it seem like I was just drinking for, like, no reason -- //everyone was drunk//!" After the girls talk over and under each other for about an hour, interrupting with corrections every other word, you glean that Kailee hooked up with Maggie's on-and-off boyfriend after a school group project, and while Kailee maintains that it was "Only half-a-BJ," Maggie is still pretty pissed. Now Maggie wants her to pay her back in the form of setting her up with Kailee's "hot cousin," but Kailee thinks that's weird, and besides Maggie wasn't even official with the guy anyway, she should be mad at him for bringing jello shots to a Capstone meeting, aaaaaand this whole situation is just boring enough to make you wanna die. [[Continue->STORY 2 - KAILEE/MAGGIE]]

"Okay, okay!" you say finally. "It's pretty clear you're at an impasse." "Ya think?" Kailee says unhelpfully. "But look, you guys are friends," you continue. "I'm sure you'll work this out, right?" Maggie scoffs. "I //was// working it out before //you// burst in." Kailee pokes her head up, indignant. "So you think you just get to spank me? And who's gonna spank //you// for being all handsy with my cousin at my Dad's barbeque? Who do you even think you are? Besides, I already //said// we wouldn't hook up again!"(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Kailee Pound")) "Hoho, you little --" "Wait, wait, wait," you say, intervening before Maggie can pull Kailee over her lap again. They look up at you, annoyed and expectant. You hardly even know what you're about to say yourself... Then it comes to you. [[Continue->STORY 3 - KAILEE/MAGGIE]]

"I have an idea for how you can work this out between the two of you," you say. "You should have a spank-off. Three rounds, I'll be the impartial judge. Firmest hand wins. Maggie, if you win, Kailee has to set you up with her cousin. Kailee, if you win, Maggie has to let you hook up with What's-his-name all you want. Deal?" Kailee and Maggie exchange a glance. Kailee has her eyebrows raised -- she's interested, you can tell. Maggie is more skeptical, and she's the first to speak. "Then what does the loser get?" You honestly hadn't thought this far ahead. But immediately, you have a few ideas. The girls are willing to do whatever you say -- neither has a doubt in her mind that she'll be the winner. Seeing you deep in thought, Maggie rubs her hands together. "Ohoho," she says, laughing. "This is gonna be //fun!//" ["Loser gets her spanking videotaped and posted online."]<vid| ["...Then you can give her a messy wedgie with Sundae toppings."]<wed| ["And, uh, soft-serve ice cream up her butt!"]<ene|{ (click-replace:?vid)[(color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!](set:$dominance=$dominance+1)(set:$end_scene=$end_scene+(a:"video"))(replace:?continue)[[[Continue->STORY 4 - KAILEE/MAGGIE]]]] (click-replace:?wed)[(color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!](set:$dominance=$dominance+1)(set:$end_scene=$end_scene+(a:"wedgy"))(replace:?continue)[[[Continue->STORY 4 - KAILEE/MAGGIE]]]] (click-replace:?ene)[(color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!](set:$dominance=$dominance+1)(set:$end_scene=$end_scene+(a:"enema"))(replace:?continue)[[[Continue->STORY 4 - KAILEE/MAGGIE]]]] } [Continue]<continue|

The girls look at each other. Kailee pulls a strand of pink-dyed hair behind her ear -- she's cute, punk-y, and fetchingly petite. Her pale skin makes her hazel eyes pop, and her pearly white teeth glint by the soft lights. Maggie sighs deeply, blinking her shocking-blue eyes, deep in consideration. She puffs up her cheeks, swivels in her stool, and places her hands on her knees. Kailee is the first to turn back to you. "I'm in." Maggie scoffs, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You really think //you// can beat //me// in a spanking competition?" "Only one way to find out," Kailee replies, shrugging. "Don't you remember that time at Camp Lack-A-Way?" Maggie says. She turns, appealing to you as her audience. "So we were both camp councelors this one year at this summer camp, right? And one night we were all fooling around, seeing how many swats we could take. And you know how many //Kailee// did?" "Okay, okay --" "//Eleven.// That's //it//!" "God, Maggie, will you just --" Kailee holds the bridge of her nose. "You always want to tell that fucking story. "And then she started //crying//." [[Continue->STORY 5 - KAILEE/MAGGIE]]

(if:$kaileeSPANKINGS contains 7)[Maggie gives Kailee her best spanking, and it certainly //looks// nice, with Kailee's bottom bouncing about and the smacks ringing through the store...but it doesn't really seem to be sinking in. "Take your time, Maggie," Kailee says smugly. "I've got alllllll day!"(set:$kaileeSPANKINGS=$kaileeSPANKINGS-(a:7))(set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+.1)]{ }(else-if:$kaileeSPANKINGS contains 8)[Maggie smacks Kailee's bottom over and over, switching between cheeks and grunting with each swat -- but it just isn't doing the trick. At one point, Kailee actually started to giggle. "Are you trying to spank me or powder my ass?" she says, grinning. Maggie does not look amused.(set:$kaileeSPANKINGS=$kaileeSPANKINGS-(a:8))(set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+.1)]{ }(else:)[Once again, Maggie's spanking isn't cutting it. Kailee looks relatively unphased, even as her toasty, pink bottom dances to the beat of Maggie's palm.(set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+.1)](set:$turn="kailee") (display:"RESPONSE 1")

"Well, look, if you're so tough, let's do this! Huh?" Kailee stands and rolls up the short sleeves of her polo. Her shoulders are small and not very intimidating, but it's pretty clear that she's ready to throw down. "Get over my lap, and we'll see who's crying pretty soon." "Why do //you// get to go first?" Maggie says, standing as well. As she gets up, you see just how tightly her skirt is hugging her bottom -- and you're pretty sure you catch a glimpse of her panties before she tugs them back down. "It should be me. Or we should flip for it!" "Or I could decide," you say coolly. "I'm the judge, after all. So I'll think of a number from one through five. Whoever guesses closer goes first. Sound good?" "Let's just get to it," Maggie says impatiently. You glance down at both girls -- small, wirey, with large plump bottoms. Maggie's breasts are pressed together in the half-way unbuttoned pin-striped shirt, and Kailee's pretty pout has you hoping you //will// get to see some tears. //I'm pretty impatient myself,// you realize. [[Continue->PICK NUMBER]]

Time to pick a number, then: [[1]<1| [2]<2| [3]<3| [4]<4| [5]<5|]<numbers| (click:?1)[(replace:?numbers)[(display:"NUMBERS")"Well, it was one," you say. Kailee squeals with glee and sticks out her tongue at her friend. Looks like she gets to go first.(set:$turn="kailee") "Get over my lap, Mags," Kailee says, sitting back on the stool and patting her knee. "It's payback time!" [[Begin->KAILEE/MAGGIE SPANK-OFF]]]]{ }(click:?2)[(replace:?numbers)[(display:"NUMBERS")"Well, it was two," you say. Kailee squeals with glee and sticks out her tongue at her friend. Looks like she gets to go first.(set:$turn="kailee") "Get over my lap, Mags," Kailee says, sitting back on the stool and patting her knee. "It's payback time!" [[Begin->KAILEE/MAGGIE SPANK-OFF]]]]{ }(click:?3)[(replace:?numbers)[(display:"NUMBERS")"Well, it was three," you say. Kailee squeals with glee and sticks out her tongue at her friend. Looks like she gets to go first. (set:$turn="kailee") "Get over my lap, Mags," Kailee says, sitting back on the stool and patting her knee. "It's payback time!" [[Begin->KAILEE/MAGGIE SPANK-OFF]]]]{ }(click:?4)[(replace:?numbers)[(display:"NUMBERS")"Well, it was four," you say. Kailee groans, and Maggie claps her hands together.(set:$turn="maggie") "Perfect. Now, Kailee, where were we?" she says as Kailee rolls her eyes. "Oh, that's right. Giving you what you deserve. Over my knee, now!" [[Begin->KAILEE/MAGGIE SPANK-OFF]]]]{ }(click:?5)[(replace:?numbers)[(display:"NUMBERS")"Well, it was five," you say. Kailee groans, and Maggie claps her hands together.(set:$turn="maggie") "Perfect. Now, Kailee, where were we?" she says as Kailee rolls her eyes. "Oh, that's right. Giving you what you deserve. Over my knee, now!" [[Begin->KAILEE/MAGGIE SPANK-OFF]]]]

(if:$turn is "kailee")[It's Kailee's turn. (if:$maggieSORE is 0)[Soft-bottomed Maggie grumbles as she lies over Kailee's lap, and Kailee gleefully rubs her hands together over her friend's bubble-butt. It dawns on you at this moment how awesome this is. //Two pretty girls, competing with bare-bottomed spankings...It's a dream come true!// Kailee yanks Maggie's skirt and underwear off her bottom, her two fleshy cheeks bared, simply begging to be slapped and jiggled. Maggie's behind is soft and supple, the sort of bum that looks best completely and utterly naked, thighs sprawling out in tussled, dorm-style bedsheets, paired with a come hither look. Right now, though, Maggie's look is anything but "come hither." She's glaring back at Kailee, who gleefully raises her hand, biting her tongue in playful concentration. "Ready?" "Just spank me already!" Maggie says angrily. "Okaaaaay," Kailee says teasingly. "Here we go!"](else:)[The girls switch positions, and Kailee sits on the stool perhaps a bit more slowly than before. Maggie already has her panties around her thighs.]{ (if:$maggieSORE > .9 and $maggieSORE < 2)[(set:$Mstage=1)] (if:$maggieSORE >1.9)[(set:$Mstage=2)]}]{ }(if:$turn is "maggie")[It's Maggie's turn. (if:$kaileeSORE is 0)[Petite, pink-haired Kailee looks like a natural getting into position. Maggie grins -- she knows the drill. You wonder to yourself how many times Maggie has spanked Kailee before in private. From the look of it, Maggie might enjoy this a bit too much. Now Maggie flips up Kailee's skirt and peels her panties off her behind. For a small girl, Kailee is well-endowed back there: her cheeks are two snow-white mounds (already tinged slightly pink towards the sit spots), ready for punishment. Something about Kailee just begs to be taken over your knee. Maybe it's the playful, punky cut of her hair. Or maybe her shapely butt just needs a reminder... "Ready?" "Do your worst." Kailee says dramatically. "Alright," Maggie says matter-of-factly. "Here we go!"](else:)[Maggie stands and, without pulling up her panties, sits her naked butt on the stool. Kailee hikes up her skirt and lays across Maggie's lap.]{ (if:$kaileeSORE > .9 and $kaileeSORE < 2)[(set:$Kstage=1)] (if:$kaileeSORE >1.9)[(set:$Kstage=2)]}] [[Start the timer->DETERMINATION]]

(set:$chance=(random:1,3)){ (if:$turn is "kailee")[ (unless:$chance is 3)[(display:"MAGGIE OTK")] (else:)[(display:"KAILEE WEAK")]] (else-if:$turn is "maggie")[ (unless:$chance is 3)[(display:"KAILEE OTK")] (else:)[(display:"MAGGIE WEAK")]]} (unless:$finished is 1)[[[Go to next round->KAILEE/MAGGIE SPANK-OFF]]]

(if:$Kstage is 0)[{ }(if:$kaileeSPANKINGS contains 1)[Now Maggie spanks Kailee's bottom raw, the heat from Kailee's buns rising high enough that you half-worry the ice cream will melt. The poor girl tries to be brave, but you can still see her squirm. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!//{ (set:$kaileeSPANKINGS=$kaileeSPANKINGS-(a:1)) (if:$chance is 1)[(set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+.5)] (else-if:$chance is 2)[(set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+1)]}]{ }(else:)[With no hesitation, Maggie unleashes a flurry of smacks against Kailee's bright, firm, lovely bottom, drawing pink handprints in a spangled pattern across the white cheeks. "Is that -- all you got?" Kailee says through visible distress, then bites her lower lip. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!//{ (set:$kaileeSPANKINGS=$kaileeSPANKINGS-(a:2)) (set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+.5)}]]{ }(if:$Kstage is 1)[{ }(if:$kaileeSPANKINGS contains 3)[In this round, Maggie gives Kailee's round ass a thrashing she won't soon forget. First she works over the right butt cheek with six mighty slaps -- Kailee whimpers and shakes her bum, hoping Maggie will switch sides! But when she does, she's even more mercicless to the other bun. "Ugh...Mmmph...It //stings!//" Kailee whines. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!//{ (set:$kaileeSPANKINGS=$kaileeSPANKINGS-(a:3)) (if:$chance is 1)[(set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+.5)] (else-if:$chance is 2)[(set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+1)]}]{ }(else:)[This time, Maggie slaps Kailee's bottom until it's a fine and festive pink. Kailee is looking less and less confident with every stroke. She arches her back and juts out her hot red bum, trying to act nonchalant -- but her wincing face and the tears in her eyes give her away. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!//{ (set:$kaileeSPANKINGS=$kaileeSPANKINGS-(a:4)) (set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+.5)}]]{ }(if:$Kstage is 2)[{ }(if:$kaileeSPANKINGS contains 5)[You watch wide-eyed as Maggie takes her spanking up to eleven on Kailee's poor bottom. Each smack lands with such precision on Kailee's hot red cheeks that the sound resonates, and Kailee cries out, her bottom burning, tears brimming in her eyes! "Aaaaaha please! It hurts! My ass -- OW! Stop spanking me pleEEEEEeeeease!"{ (set:$kaileeSPANKINGS=$kaileeSPANKINGS-(a:5)) (set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+.5)}]{ }(else:)[This looks like the end for Kailee as Maggie belts her bottom with her open palm hard enough to blast away dust off an old carpet -- Kailee is squirming and wriggling to no avail! Her bottom is bright, cherry red and spectacularly hot, a sore sight for any eyes, a marvel to behold. And Kailee is sobbing pitifully, kicking her feet as her tush gets beaten, crying out, "Ooooowwwwieeeee! Ah! OW! Mmmmphfffff//fuck!// Stop! Stooooooop PLEeeeEEheeeeASE!"(set:$finished=1) (display:"JUDGE"){ (set:$kaileeSPANKINGS=$kaileeSPANKINGS-(a:6)) (set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+.5)}]] (unless:$finished is 1)[(display:"RESPONSE 4")](set:$turn="kailee")

(if:$Mstage is 0)[{ }(if:$maggieSPANKINGS contains 1)[So Kailee slams her palm down against Maggie's thick behind, and Maggie kicks up her legs. //WHAP!// "Umph!" Maggie grunts. She's really starting to feel it back there...you can tell by the rosiness blossoming on both cheeks.{ (set:$maggieSPANKINGS=$maggieSPANKINGS-(a:1)) (if:$chance is 1)[(set:$maggieSORE=$maggieSORE+.5)] (else-if:$chance is 2)[(set:$maggieSORE=$maggieSORE+1)]}]{ }(else:)[This time, Kailee unleashes a barrage of slaps against Maggie's billowing butt cheeks that would take off a layer of wallpaper. She's slapping so hard and fast that Maggie can hardly yell out in time! "Mmph...ah! OW! Dammit, that //hurts!//"{ (set:$maggieSPANKINGS=$maggieSPANKINGS-(a:2)) (set:$maggieSORE=$maggieSORE+.5)}]]{ }(if:$Mstage is 1)[{ }(if:$maggieSPANKINGS contains 3)[Once again, Kailee begins spanking with a fervor, until Maggie's pink behind and thighs are hot and blooming red, practically sizzling under the smacks! //WHAP! WHAP!// Maggie squeals pitifully.{ (set:$maggieSPANKINGS=$maggieSPANKINGS-(a:3)) (if:$chance is 1)[(set:$maggieSORE=$maggieSORE+.5)] (else-if:$chance is 2)[(set:$maggieSORE=$maggieSORE+1)]}]{ }(else:)[Right away, Kailee starts to smack Maggie's ass repeatedly with her fingers spread wide. //WHAP!// Maggie kicks her legs, her bottom dancing with the slaps, burgeoning pink and warm to the touch. "Owww.." Maggie whimpers.{ (set:$maggieSPANKINGS=$maggieSPANKINGS-(a:4)) (set:$maggieSORE=$maggieSORE+.5)}]]{ }(if:$Mstage is 2)[{ }(if:$maggieSPANKINGS contains 5)[You watch as Kailee puts her whole body into punishing Maggie's bountiful butt, until Maggie's toes are curling and her bottom is rosey pink, eyes watering, teeth bared. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// "S-stop! Enough!" Maggie begs.{ (set:$maggieSPANKINGS=$maggieSPANKINGS-(a:5)) (set:$maggieSORE=$maggieSORE+.5)}]{ }(else:)[Now Kailee is slapping the poor girl's bum with abandon, and Maggie is losing the last of her composure. Maggie alternates puffing out her cheeks and gritting her teeth and biting her lip. Finally, she begins to howl! "Ooaawwah! Kaileeeeee, pleeeease --" But Kailee never lets up. Spank after spank, Maggie's bottom swells from pink to furious red, and finally the tears start to fall. Maggie kicks and squeals, but Kailee holds on tight, whacking Maggie's bright-apple bottom with a vengeance until, defeated, Maggie hangs her head and begins to sob as the blows continue to come down.(set:$finished=1) (display:"JUDGE"){ (set:$maggieSPANKINGS=$maggieSPANKINGS-(a:6)) (set:$maggieSORE=$maggieSORE+.5)}]] (unless:$finished is 1)[(display:"RESPONSE 3")](set:$turn="maggie")

(if:$maggieSPANKINGS contains 7)[Kailee slaps Maggie's bottom once -- twice -- a dozen times, alternating slaps on her bubble-butt cheeks. Her handprints rise in soft pink, but Maggie looks back with a smirk. "That all you got, princess?" she says. She kicks her feet, humming a little tune as the spanks fall. //Whap! Whap! Whap!//(set:$maggieSPANKINGS=$maggieSPANKINGS-(a:7))(set:$maggieSORE=$maggieSORE+.1)]{ }(else-if:$maggieSPANKINGS contains 8)[Kailee whacks hard at Maggie's ass, but the lesson just isn't getting through. At one point, Maggie giggles and cries out, "That tickles!" Later, she covers her mouth for an exaggerated yawn. Once or twice, the slaps seem to ring true, and she gasps softly -- but it seems to be turning her on more than anything. By the end, Maggie's bottom is bubble-gum pink, but hardly warmed.(set:$maggieSPANKINGS=$maggieSPANKINGS-(a:8))(set:$maggieSORE=$maggieSORE+.1)]{ }(else:)[Once more, Kailee's spanking isn't making an impact. Sure, Maggie's buns are bouncing, and they're more than a little rosey -- but Maggie seems to be enjoying the swats more than anything.(set:$maggieSORE=$maggieSORE+.1)](set:$turn="maggie") (display:"RESPONSE 2")

Maggie stands proudly and tugs up her panties by the waistband as though to say, "Easy-peasy!" Kailee looks discouraged. But even still, you're the judge -- so you get to decide who wins!

Kailee pops up off Maggie's lap with a huge grin on her face. Her bottom is looking rosey, but she knows she can take another round. Maggie is sullen. But even still, you're the judge -- so you get to decide who wins!

By the time the stopwatch sounds, Maggie's lip is quivering(if:$maggieSORE>2.5)[ and her bottom is a blistering red]. Kailee looks like she's really enjoying being on the other end of a spanking for once(unless:$finished is 1)[, and Maggie looks like she's ready to give in. But we aren't quite done here yet..].

Maggie crosses her arms, clearly proud of her work, as Kailee stands holding her(if:$kaileeSORE>2.5)[ cherry-red] bum with both hands. (unless:$finished is 1)[The girl looks very contrite, not to mention very sore...But you aren't sure you've seen enough just yet.]

"I think I have enough to judge now," you say. The girls both stand and crowd you excitedly. Neither is wearing her underwear. Kailee's skirt is still bunched up at the small of her back, and her panties are on the ground beside her feet; Maggie has her panties held slack around her thick thighs, and her skirt is at her ankles. Both bottoms are rosey red and hot. But whose is redder? "Turn around, both of you," you say, leaning back in your chair. Kailee and Maggie obediently turn and hold out their bottoms for inspection. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Kailee sticking her tongue out at her friend. You ignore their bickering for a closer look. Kailee's butt is about this shade: ==><== (if:$kaileeSORE > -1 and $kaileeSORE<2.1)[<img src = "https://image.ibb.co/fbRMip/pink.jpg">](if:$kaileeSORE > 2 and $kaileeSORE < 2.3)[<img src = "https://image.ibb.co/cWaQ9U/hot_pink.jpg">](if:$kaileeSORE > 2.2 and $kaileeSORE < 2.5)[<img src = "https://image.ibb.co/c4RyUU/reddish.jpg">](if:$kaileeSORE > 2.4 and $kaileeSORE < 2.7)[<img src = "https://image.ibb.co/ezdqb9/red.jpg">](if:$kaileeSORE > 2.6 and $kaileeSORE < 2.9)[<img src = "https://image.ibb.co/bVd1ip/dark_red.jpg">](if:$kaileeSORE > 2.8)[<img src = "https://image.ibb.co/hp9JUU/very_dark_red.jpg">] <== Maggie's is this shade: ==><== (if:$maggieSORE > -1 and $maggieSORE<=2)[<img src = "https://image.ibb.co/fbRMip/pink.jpg">](if:$maggieSORE > 2 and $maggieSORE <=2.3)[<img src = "https://image.ibb.co/cWaQ9U/hot_pink.jpg">](if:$maggieSORE > 2.3 and $maggieSORE <= 2.5)[<img src = "https://image.ibb.co/c4RyUU/reddish.jpg">](if:$maggieSORE > 2.5 and $maggieSORE <= 2.7)[<img src = "https://image.ibb.co/ezdqb9/red.jpg">](if:$maggieSORE > 2.7 and $maggieSORE <= 2.9)[<img src = "https://image.ibb.co/bVd1ip/dark_red.jpg">](if:$maggieSORE > 2.9)[<img src = "https://image.ibb.co/hp9JUU/very_dark_red.jpg">] <== The girls are waiting with baited breath and hot red cheeks as you pensively stroke your chin. Which bottom do you pronounce the winner? [[Maggie]<maggie| [Kailee]<kailee|]<winner|(click:?maggie)[(replace:?winner)["Maggie," you say. The girls lean in. "You win the spank-off. " Maggie leaps in the air excitedly, pumping her fist. Kailee is crestfallen -- her shoulders drop, and her jaw goes slack. "Now you can...well, whatever it was you guys were betting on."(set:$winner="maggie") "I don't even remember," Maggie says, waving her hands. "All I know is that I'm the winner and you're the //looooser!// Here, take my phone, judge. Make sure you get my best side." Kailee groans, and Maggie claps her hands together. "Let's do this!" [[Continue->ENDING - KAILEE/MAGGIE]]]](click:?kailee)[(replace:?winner)["Kailee," you say. Both girls cover their mouths. "You win the spank-off." Kailee shrieks with delight, clapping her hands and bouncing on her toes. Maggie shouts, a horrified and indignant look on her face. "Now you can...well, whatever it was you guys were betting on."(set:$winner="kailee") "Who cares about that?" Kailee says, laughing. "I won and you lost, so it's time for the punishment -- use my phone to record this, judge. The group chat is gonna love this!" Maggie whimpers, and Kailee takes her by her elbow, leading her aside. "Let's do this!" [[Continue->ENDING - KAILEE/MAGGIE]]]]

(if:$end_scene contains "video")[(display: "SPANKING VIDEO")(set:$ice_cream_parlor_extra="opened") ](if:$end_scene contains "wedgy")[(display: "WEDGIE") ](if:$end_scene contains "enema")[(display: "ENEMA") ]At last, your work here is done. You step back to admire the sight of the two girls, half-dressed and spanked red, one last time before you go. They're still arguing, of course, trying to remember the original terms...but both of their minds seem to be elsewhere. "Hey," Maggie says finally, "you know what would feel really good right now?" Kailee tilts her head, confused...then, as it dawns on her, they both rush into the backroom to stick their aching bottoms in the freezer. Even as the door closes, you can still hear them pushing and jostling each other the for the better seat. You shake your head. //Just ridiculous,// you think. //Some people never grow up.// As you're leaving, you change the "OPEN" sign to "CLOSED" -- the staff of Iggy's Soft Serve are gonna need some time.(set:$ice_cream_you_scream=1) [[Continue->UPTOWN]]

(if:$winner is "kailee")[The messy wedgie made the spankings look like a piece of cake -- and coincidentally, Kailee actually decided to use birthday cake ice cream in the main event. She filled Maggie's panties with three freezing cold scoops, drizzled on some fudge, tossed in a handful of rainbow sprinkles and a few maraschino cherries for good measure, then: "Banana...//split!//" Kailee shouted as she pulled hard on Maggie's panties until they were flossed deep between her friends blushing cheeks. Maggie squealed and shuddered as melting ice cream dribbled down her legs, and she later claimed that at least one cherry got stuck up her butt.]{ }(if:$winner is "maggie")[Maggie chose mint chocolate chip for the messy wedgie sundae, since the color matched her panties. Kailee wimpered helplessly as scoop after plentiful scoop dropped into her underwear -- Maggie was liberal with walnuts, whipped cream, and crumbled cookies and cream. "Cup or a //cone!//" Maggie cried out as she hoisted Kailee's waistband high over her head -- the sundae mashed into her bottom and split onto both cheeks, packing it between her thighs and running down her legs. Kailee clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as the wedgie flossed her bum, and her knuckles went white from gripping the stool, and perhaps a bit from the cold. But you swear you saw her dip her finger into the mess afterwards for one tiny, secret lick.]

(if:$winner is "kailee")[You take a video of Kailee spanking Maggie, each swat cupping her lovely bottom from underneath and making her thighs dance and jiggle, until both butt cheeks are glowing like red-hot coals. Maggie bites her lip, trying to keep a straight face, but after a minute or so of spanking, she's crying out with every swat, hair in her face and tears streaming down her face, pleading with Kailee and kicking her feet -- in just a two days, that video would hit over 10,000 views!]{ }(if:$winner is "maggie")[Now it's time to take a video of Maggie spanking Kailee, and you couldn't have hoped for better lighting. Maggie's swats are in perfect form, and Kailee pleads tearfully as her friend's palm claps over and over against her crimson bottom. Before long, Kailee is screaming (and not for ice cream), and her breath is coming to her in hiccups. You can't wait to see the comments the internet will have for this one!]

(if:$winner is "kailee")[For the ice cream enema, you were enlisted to hold Maggie's hands down so she wouldn't try anything funny. You and Kailee made her get up on the counter on all fours and stick her behind straight up in the air as Kailee pulled the extending nozzle of the vanilla soft serve machine towards Maggie's readied a-hole, the machine whirring and the trigger ready to flip. You swear Maggie's eyes were as wide as the spinning wheels of the smoothie blender as the soft serve dispenser entered her and, with a satisfying //fwwoooooosh!// filled up her bottom with the delicious frozen treat. You can hardly describe the sound Maggie made as the cream came jetting back out of her backdoor...but you'll never forget it.]{ }(if:$winner is "maggie")[Despite her protests, Kailee eventually submitted to being dragged over the counter with her skirt flipped up at her panties pulled to her ankles, a ready position for the ice cream enema. You were charged with holding Kailee by her wrists so she wouldn't kick or struggle too much as Maggie, sitting on her friend's calves, pulled the extending nozzle of the soft serve machine to Kailee's spread cheeks. The dispenser entered her opened bottom with a suction sound -- //fwup!// -- and Kailee's eyes crossed as Maggie pulled the lever, sending a torrent of chocolatey soft serve into poor Kailee's bum. Kailee's cries and pleas became strained as the freezing desert filled her up, until finally...well, let's just say you're not sure you'll look at chocolate soft serve ice cream the same way ever again.]

You step behind the counter and push open the door. It //clacks// shut behind you, and your eyes adjust to the bright flurescents. Maggie Sweet is wearing her pin-striped uniform and soda jerk hat, and she's sitting on a chair in front of a bulletin board with employee announcements, //$7 Sundae Sunday!// coupons and a //Do Not Serve// poster featuring a security cam screenshot of Doug Boyle. Kailee Pound is wearing her uniform too...but only the polo shirt. Her skirt has been pulled down to her ankles along with her lime green undies, and she's lying across Maggie's lap with a soft blush in her bottom. Both girls look up at you, startled. "It's...not what it looks like?" Maggie says, simpering. Kailee glances back at her pinkened tush, as though wondering if it would be worth it to pull away from Maggie now and cover up. Her underwear is looped around both calves, skirt around her ankles. "Why don't you tell me what it is, then?" you challenge. Kailee and Maggie exchange a look. Maggie nervously tucks her hair behind her ear, Kailee wrinkles her nose. You watch them with your arms folded, knowing they don't have a choice. You decide to take the conversation out of the back-of-house for a little more breathing room. Before long, they're telling you the whole story. From the top. [[Continue->STORY 1 - KAILEE/MAGGIE]]

"Two!" Kailee shouts. "Uh, five!" says Maggie.

You step off the elevator into a blue hallway, where James meets you, excitedly pushing his glasses up on his nose. "Come quickly," he says, almost out of breath. "I want to show you something!" So you follow him down the winding corridor, watching the tails of his labcoat flapping freely as he takes the staircase two steps at a time into what appears to be a control room of some sort with a massive monitor displaying code. Other scientists are sitting at lecture-hall style desks, wearing headsets, and talking excitedly to each other. "I'm so glad you came today," James says. "We're just about to test the latest H.O.T. project sample, I've been dying to show this to someone! Here, take a seat," he says, motioning to a cushy rolling chair. He's about to run up to the front of the room, but he turns around to say, "Oh, but, uh, no flash photography, okay? The animatronic system is very sensitive to light, still. Alright?" Before you can agree to (or even understand) what he's saying, James pats you on the shoulder, turns, and rushes to a podium at the front of the room. As the other scientists see him, they begin to applaud excitedly. "Welcome, welcome!" he says, but the applause continues. He raises his hands and blushes humbly. Some of the scientists are standing, whistling, and cheering. "Oh, please. You're too kind. Thank you, thank you. Look, now, we really must begin!" [[Continue->STORY 1 - JAMES]]

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When the applause finally dies down, James is grinning bashfully, his face flushed and his hair in disarray from sweeping through it with his fingers, a nervous tic. "Thank you all," he says. "But really, you’re just as responsible as I am. The H.O.T. project feel into my lap, and I never could have made it work without you all." Some //awws//, good-natured comments, and scattered applause. James turns to the screen. "Anyway, let’s get to it, shall we? For any of you who haven’t been on this project from the beginning, or if you left back when we were still the fiasco that was F.O.D.D.," Some laughter ripples through the crowd, but some people wince. You aren’t sure //what// to do/. "I just want to give an overview of the project to catch you up to speed. Besides, it’ll be good practice for the corporate pitch. "So the H.O.T. project is the House of Tomorrow, an artificially intelligent super-domicile programmed to detect infractions based on a preset of the owners choosing, then deliver responses in more than one hundred thousand variations. Customizable settings, state-of-the-art programming, and a delightful A.I. make the House of Tomorrow the future of domestic discipline. Observe!" [[Continue->STORY 2 - JAMES]]

James turns dramatically, and the monitor lightens, the code fading and disappearing, until you realize that it is actually a two-way mirror looking into a bathroom. There’s a blonde girl in pajamas, the type with buttons and a soft collar, looking intently at you, brushing her teeth. You realize that the girl can’t see the room full of programmers, who chuckle as she makes a funny face to check the back of her tongue. Now James points to another monitor with a diagram of a house, one room highlighted. "As you can see, we’re looking into House of Tomorrow’s bathroom area right now, but don’t worry. We’ll be able to see all the rooms. The house is displaying in both B1 and B2 right now — it’s a demo, of course, so the entire building is essentially just a cross-section. As our test subject moves, the house will actually be lifted so we can follow her to the next area. We’ll watch the entire morning routine." The scientists nod approvingly. Someone taps you on the shoulder and motions to your headset, which you put on. Now you can hear the audio from the room. "Ahhhh," says the girl, checking her gums. "So, our friend Heidi here is doing well so far. Hear the classical music?" Indeed, you can hear soft violins playing a concerto behind her. When the girl spits, she almost drowns out the sound of them. //The microphone is probably on her pajamas somewhere,// you think. "The music is how the H.O.T. tracks the appropriate time home-users should brush their teeth for maximal whiteness: the song is 1 minute and 46 seconds long." The girl spits again into the sink, then turns the faucet and sticks her toothbrush under. The violin music is still playing, and Heidi hums along with their peaceful trilling. "Uh-oh," James says. "Well, now we get to see the house in action." A calm, robotic-sounding female voice speaks to Heidi: "Task not complete. Please brush teeth until end of music for maximal efficacy." Heidi scoffs. "But I’m //done//," she says brattily. She starts to walk away from the sink. "Here we are," James says into his microphone. "Initiating discipline sequence in 3, 2, 1…" "Discipline sequence initiated," the female voice announces. "User -HEIDI- will be disciplined for not completing hygienic task." A telescopic arm reaches down from the ceiling, and the ring at the end of it clasps around Heidi’s waste. She squeals as the device lifts her into the air and a second arm descends to remove her panties, baring and already-rosy bottom towards the two-way mirror. "Get off of me! Lemme go!" A third robotic arm reaches from the floor. This one has a flat metal hand, and it targets Heidi’s poor heinie for a resonant spank. //WHACK!// Heidi cries out, flailing desperately as the system paddles her bottom from soft pink to cherry red, never pausing, even when Heidi broke down in tears, pleading for the spanking to end. //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// Before long, Heidi’s behind is glowing like a warning light, bright enough to light the bathroom tiles like a fluorescent light. Sobbing pitifully, she grabs her bottom as the home gently places her down on the pink bathmat. "Discipline achieved," the H.O.T. declares. You can almost detect a hint of satisfaction in the monotone voice. The scientists applaud enthusiastically. James, beaming, turns to his audience and claps around the stem of the microphone, nodding at everyone in the room. "A perfect demonstration," he says. "The H.O.T. program holds residents accountable for 12 different categories of self-care! And the results have spoken for themselves. Users of the Home of Tomorrow are more likely to clean up responsibly, exercise, stay organized, and make excellent use of leisure time. It’s a self-operating house that spanks you for your own good — a parent and a babysitter and a maid and more, all at once!" Now the other scientists stand, remove their headsets, and join together for a final, hearty round of applause. James thanks them, anxiously bobbing his head. He escapes the stage just as the two-way mirror clouds over again, displaying more lines of code in vibrant colors. He comes directly to you. [[Continue->STORY 3 - JAMES]]

"What’d you think?"(set:$of_tomorrow=0) You smile. "Brilliant work, professor." James blushes. "It was really a team effort. Anyway, it’s still in the testing phase. We’ll be doing demonstrations all week." You and James head outside, back into the hallway. "So that’s what I’ve been working on. And what are you up to right now?"(set:$james_reaction=1) [["Well, I think I’d like to stay for the next demonstration!"]<good| ["I’d better be going."]<bad|]<reply|{ }(click:?good)[(replace:?reply)[James’ eyes light up. "Oh, sure thing!" He says. "Everyone is taking a break for a little while, but come back in a little bit for part two!" You promise him you will. (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!](set:$dominance=$dominance+1) (if:$paranormal_quest is 1)[It occurs to you that this science-fiction-y sort of test might be //exactly// the type of weird thing Wren Glacey might be interested in. //I should go back to her apartment and tell her about what I saw here...//(set:$paranormal_quest=2)(set:$wren_aftermath=1)]]]{ }(click:?bad)[(replace:?reply)["I see," James says, looking a bit disappointed. "Well, have a nice day anyway!"]] [[Leave->PERKINS LAB]]

As you press the doorbell and hear the distant chiming sound from inside, you rub the creased and dog-eared note in the bottom-most corner of your pocket. For a moment, you don't hear anything. You lean backwards to see the driveway, which is empty. //Wait, are there parents even home?// you think to yourself. It dawns on you for the first time that this note may have been taped to your apartment door as some kind of prank. //Really, it's just crazy...isn't it?//(set:$inventory=$inventory-(a:"fancy letter")) But you've heard crazier in this town. You think you hear footsteps on carpeted stairs. Just to have something to do, you take out the note and read it again. Now you definitely hear pounding footsteps, and the deadbolt on the door is turning. //Guess we'll see who's crazy soon enough!// [[Continue->STORY 1 - SELMA/LOUISA]]

The door opens to reveal both Gemini twins looking as pretty as ever. They both have their black hair straightened and in fashionable bangs, reaching past their shoulders to the small of the back. They both have pretty blue eyes, cold and clear like an icey lake caked in frost, both smiles warm and bright. But neither of them are smiling now.(set:$be_creative=2) "Oh, God," Selma says. She's dressed in a dark blue romper with no sleeves and pant legs rolled up just below her knees. She's barefoot, and her toe nails are painted pink. "I can't believe it..." Louisa says as Selma groans and covers her face. "I can't believe they actually did it!" Louisa is wearing comfy-looking short-shorts and a white tank top nicely hugging her grapfruit-sized breasts. Her converse shoes are red. "They //actually// told you that you could //actually// spank us!" You are completely speechless, unsure of whether you should agree with the ridiculousness of the situation or try to take control. Selma has already stepped away from the door and is motioning gruffly for you to come inside. "Well, you heard what mom and dad said, Louisa. We're getting our butts beat either way. So let's just get this over with." Louisa sighs deeply and follows her. They disappear through a door at the other end of the entrance way, while you're still frozen at the door. //This...this is actually happening...I have full permission to spank a pair of beautiful, sexy twins however I want -- I'm supposed to get creative! Somebody pinch me, I think I'm dreaming --// "Are you comin'?" Selma calls back to you impatiently. //On second thought, if it's a dream, I don't want to wake up. Better not keep them waiting...// [[Continue->STORY 2 - SELMA/LOUISA]]

"Okay, this is where we always get spanked," Selma says, gesturing around the master bed room. "Basically, everything you need is here...so." She turns back to you and gives you a shrug. "Let's go, I guess." Louisa stands beside her, and they look at you expectantly. "So," Louisa says. "How do you want to spank us?" You look around the room. //She's right...basically any implement or position I could think of is in here. So I can do it however I want! Then again, they did say to get creative...// Look around the room and select 3 items to include in the twins' spanking. Mix and match to find as many combinations as you can...Enjoy! [[Begin->OPTIONS]]

//Get creative, they said...// you think to yourself. //The possibilities...they're endless!// Choose the furniture, type, implement, and position for your spanking scenario. Make sure the girls learn their lesson! [[Continue|LOCATION]]

[The room is laid out simply: a large queen mattress [bed]<bed| at the center against the far wall, a [window]<window| overlooking the neighborhood to the right, and a [desk]<desk| with a hard-backed chair. The twins stand before you, already looking pretty sorry, both of them also looking awfully pretty.]<loc|{ (click:?bed)[(replace:?loc)[(set:$location = "on the bed")You've decided to spank the girls (print:$location)...]] (click:?window)[(replace:?loc)[(set:$location = "in front of the window")You've decided to spank the girls (print:$location)...]] (click:?desk)[(replace:?loc)[(set:$location = "over the desk")You've decided to spank the girls (print:$location)...]]} (live:1s)[(unless:$location is 0)[[[Continue|CLOTHING STATUS]]]]

[You can have the girls be [clothed]<C| during their spanking, or you can give them a spanking on their [panties]<P|, or you can give them a spanking on the [bare]<B|. You might even [wedgie]<W| them for a particularly embarassing punishment.]<sta|{ (click:?C)[(replace:?sta)[You've decided to spank the girls (print:$location),(set:$c_status = "over their clothes") (print:$c_status)...]] (click:?P)[(replace:?sta)[You've decided to spank the girls (print:$location),(set:$c_status = "over their panties") (print:$c_status)...]] (click:?B)[(replace:?sta)[You've decided to spank the girls (print:$location),(set:$c_status = "on their bare bottoms") (print:$c_status)...]]} (live:1s)[(unless:$c_status is 0)[[[Continue|POSITION]]]]

(unless:$position is 0)[And you're going to spank them with your (unless:$implement is 0)[(print:$implement)](else:)[hand]. [Change your implement]<implement|(click-replace:?implement)[(display:"IMPLEMENT CHOICE") ] [[Get started|DOUBLE TROUBLE 1]]](else:)[[And how should they be positioned? You can tell them to [bend over]<1|, or take them [over your knee]<2|, or with their legs up for a [diaper-style]<3| spanking. As a matter of fact, you can picture quite a few //more// ways you'd like the girls...]<pos|{ (click:?1)[(replace:?pos)[You've decided to spank the girls (print:$location), (print:$c_status), with both of them side by side, (set:$position = "bent over, touching toes")(print:$position).]] (click:?2)[(replace:?pos)[You've decided to spank the girls (print:$location), (print:$c_status), taking turns (set:$position = "over your knee")(print:$position).]] (click:?3)[(replace:?pos)[You've decided to spank the girls (print:$location), (print:$c_status), (set:$position = "on their backs with their legs in the air")(print:$position).]]} [[Continue|POSITION]]]

You pull the chord of the blinds, and the sunlight pours in. Both girls wince, knowing what's to come. //Don't worry, girls,// you think, hardly suppressing a grin. //People will love the show!// Now you have both girls bend over and grab their ankles, standing side by side with their bottoms facing the open window. Out in the suburbs, people going about their usual business are stopping to have a look. A boy trimming the front yard rests on his lawnmower. He takes off one glove to wipe his brow. (unless:$given contains "Selma Gemini")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Selma Gemini"))](unless:$given contains "Louisa Gemini")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Louisa Gemini"))] "Okay, girls, bare 'em," you say.(set:$be_creative=0) "Mmmmph, do we //have// to?" Selma whines, turning her head. But she doesn't move from her position, because she already knows the answer. You silently nod, and the girls, grumbling slightly, undress. Selma is wearing a romper, so she has to take the straps off her shoulders and pull the entire outfit to her ankles -- the blue romper like a dark puddle at her feet, her C-cup breasts clad only in a pink bra, not matching the panties she peels off her lovely behind and allows to fall to the floor. Louisa only has to pull down on the waistband of her gym shorts and they fall to the floor. She bends over, and you take a second to admire her backside: her plump bottom tapers into lean thighs, a gap just below her neatly shaven, pink privates. Selma looks at you, sees you looking at Louisa's butt, and readjusts herself: arching her back, pushing out her bum, sucking in her breath. //In all things, sibling rivalry is a constant,// you think.(set:$selmaSORE=6)(set:$louisaSORE=6) And then, in front of the entire neighborhood, you unleash a spanking on the girls that is so unforgiving, so raw and savage, that you have both of them wailing within moments! After a few minutes of beating on their beautiful butt cheeks with your (unless:$implement is 0)[(print:$implement)](else:)[firm hand] you start to see color blossoming, pinks and reds on a beautiful canvas, and as the tears are starting to fall and the legs are starting to kick, you turn to see that half the neighborhood has gathered to see your artwork! By the end of the spanking, the girls' bottoms look like two perfect, red-delicious apples placed side by side in the window of a produce store. Red-bottomed and very red-faced, the girls gather up their clothes looking very contrite. [[Leave->SMALL CUL-DE-SAC]]

You have both girls lie on the bed, face down with their bottoms in the air. Then you have them wedgie themselves -- they pull their undies as far as they can, and you pull them the rest of the distance to the bed post, where you loop Louisa's yellow "Wednesday" panties by the right leghole and Selma's green undies by their blue waistband. The girls wriggle with their faces pressed into the bedsheets, underwear digging deep into their heinies, bottoms lifted by the elastic.(set:$selmaSORE=6)(set:$louisaSORE=6)(unless:$given contains "Selma Gemini")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Selma Gemini"))](unless:$given contains "Louisa Gemini")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Louisa Gemini"))] Both behinds are nicely in position, backs arched, the twins already wimpering. They wiggle their matching, pale peaches two and fro, two perfect sets of thighs awaiting punishment, like two canvases side by side. //Alright then,// you think to yourself. //Let's paint!// //WHACK! SWACK! FWACK!// You bring your (unless:$implement is 0)[(print:$implement)](else:)[firm hand] down on their bottoms hard, alternating from Selma to Louisa rapidly, beating their tushies hard until their whimpering becomes squealing becomes crying becomes howling! //SMACK! WHACK! SMACK! THWACK!// Selma is bouncing in her wedgie and gripping the bedsheets in fistfuls -- Louisa has her palms against the bedframe, clenching her eyes shut. Pinkness blossoms on both round bottoms, rising faster on Selma, who begins to cry out, pleadingly: "Omigosh! Omigosh! Omigosh my butt -- Ow, ow OWWWWIEEEEEE!" and finally, one mighty //WHACK// on Louisa's tender right buttocks causes her to jerk too hard, and her panties rip. Finally, you're dealing the finally swats, and the twins are a blubbering, crying mess. Selma is still whipping her bottom back and forth, the wedgie flossing ever-deeper into her ass. Louisa has submitted entirely to the spanking, even as her bottom reaches a new level of cherry-red. Both behinds are a glossy, dark, beautiful scarlet, and both girls' faces are wet and quite contrite by the end. They've learned a valuable lesson. //And I got to wedgie two twins to their bedposts before spanking them raw. So, in a way, we've all won.// As both girls reach back to miserably stroke their burning behinds, you grin, admiring your work.(set:$be_creative=0) [[Leave->SMALL CUL-DE-SAC]]

Amanda sits up, her dark eyes curious. "Me? You want //me// to spank you?" You nod, your eyes downcast. Amanda's face breaks into a grin. "Of course I can spank you. I'd love to be on the other side of one of these for a change. Get over my lap!" You take a deep breath and climb over Amanda's knees for some much needed discipline. Amanda bares you butt and clears her throat dramatically. "Young (if:$gender is "girl")[lady](if:$gender is "boy")[man]," she begins, wagging her finger, "we need to see some changes in your behavior!" She slaps your right butt cheek with an open palm. A rush courses through you, as though you'd just gone airborne. Windy colors sweep your mind, autumn reds, fiery and bright. But of course, you're still grounded, stretched over Amanda's legs, half-naked, now with a child-size handprint on your bum. The rest of your spanking is fun shiny like bottle tops, clean as the sound of Amanda's laughter ringing in your ears. By the end, your bottom is rosey red and hot to the touch. (set:$spanked_by="Amanda") Amanda touches your butt. "Ooh, so warm," she says. She's clearly very pleased with her work.(set:$status=$status+3)(unless:$received contains "Amanda Christmas")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Amanda Christmas"))] [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[(if:$display is 1 and $submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"ON DISPLAY")](else:)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")(show:?hidden_exit)]] |hidden_exit)[ [[Leave->RANCH HOUSES]] ]

Maybe you've had too many beers. Maybe it's too late at night, and you're feeling wired from the brazen smell of raw coffee. Or maybe this town is finally getting to you. Regardless, the words slip out before you can stop them. "C-can you..." you begin. "Will you -- can you, uh...give me a spanking?" Tom narrows his eyes for a moment, his beer still at his lips. Then he sets the drink down with a //clunk!// and laughs loudly -- a crazy laugh, like someone who knew something was about to happen, but still manages to be amazed that it finally did." He shakes his finger at you. "You know, (print:$name)," he says. "You're alright. Crazy, sure. But alright." He wipes his lip and stands up, striding to the counter. "So -- you'll do it? You'll...spank me?" Tom doesn't turn around. Instead, he reaches over the counter and takes out a well worn long, straight icing knife, well worn and blunt -- the perfect implement. "I'm not known to turn down a naughty (print:$gender) looking for a spanking this late at night. Or any time, really. Especially when a few drinks are involved." He gestures with the metal icing knife towards the counter, motioning for you to bend over. "You want me to spank you? Oh, I'll give you a spanking you won't forget." Not only does Tom's spanking hurt like hell, it's humiliating. He pounds at your bottom with his spatula like theres no tomorrow, and the rising redness in your bottom matches your cheeks as you whimper, exposed, unable to stop yourself from crying out! By the time Tom is done, your entire backside is dark magenta, bruised in places at the center of your sit-spots. Tears are welling up in your eyes and burning at the back of your throat. //I haven't been spanked this hard since...EVER,// you think, your brain a-buzz with the sting and burn. Tom whistles as he throws his icing spatula back into the drawer and surveys his work. "Told ya," he says, hands on his hips. "I grew up in this town. I know how to give a spanking." //He certainly does...//(set:$status=$status+10)(unless:$received contains "Tom Sly")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Tom Sly"))](set:$spanked_by="Tom") [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[(if:$display is 1 and $submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"ON DISPLAY")](else:)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")(show:?hidden_exit)]] |hidden_exit)[ [[Leave->CROWLEY APARTMENT]] ](set:$time=$time+1)

==><== #WELCOME TO PUTTSDALE A CHOOSE-YOUR-OWN- DISCIPLINE ADVENTURE by victor mammoth [[BEGIN->DISCLAIMER]] <== (set:$name=(a:)) (set:$money=50) (set:$charisma=5) (set:$trustworthiness=5) (set:$tolerance=5) (set:$authority=5) (set:$submissiveness=2) (set:$dominance=2) (set:$time=0) (set:$bottom="unspanked") (set:$inventory = (a:"paddle")) (set:$skills = (a:"carpentry")) (set:$familiars = (a:)) (set:$relationships = (a:)) (set:$opened = (a:))

In a narrow opening just in front of what appears to be a dead-end, you catch a sight for sore buns -- er, eyes. What I mean to say is, you find Lily Neilson, the petite blond police officer with thin lips, fair skin, and a cute police cap securing her ponytail, bent over for a spanking at the hands of her superior, the FBI agent Helene Lothbrok. Officer Neilson's lily-white thighs are bared and her navy blue trousers are bunched around her knees. Her red underwear is tucked down between her legs in her pants, like a rose petal on a cliff-face. And just as red as those panties is Officer Neilson's pale bottom. Streaks of pink and scarlett dash across her backside like heavy brush-strokes. She's currently getting it with Deputy Lothbrok's belt, although you can see faint traces of handprints on her lower thighs, suggesting the punishment has escalated. Lily is whining and crying pitifully, and she looks back at her spanked bottom with tears in her glossy blue eyes. "Ow! OW! Helene, pleeeease! I-I didn't mean to let it -- //Aiiiieeee!// -- happen, just please, no more spanking!" "That's Deputy Lothbrok to you, young lady. And of course you didn't mean to lose our only lead..." Helene hauls back and lets loose on Lily's firm sit-spots again, creating a resounding //CRACK//! that means you flinch. "But you //did//, and you have to be punished for that. I'm not letting you get away with sloppy police work." //CRACK!// The belt sends a ripple through Lily's sore bottom, and the poor girl cries out! "Nmmmgaaah! It //hurts!//" "If you're gonna work with me, you're gonna have to get used to it. It's part of being on the force. Now, hold still, or I'm starting again!" //CRACK!// "Eeeeeeeaahaahhaha!"(set:$to_catch_a=1) You watch Officer Neilson getting her stern reprimand until her heinie is bright red enough to light the passageway. //Guess this is what you sacrifice in the name of justice,// you think, shrugging. Finally, the policewomen are done, and Lily pulls up her pants, still whimpering, while Deputy Lothbrok re-dons her belt. You duck behind an outcropping so the ladies of the law pass you by. As they're leaving, you hear Lothbrok say, "And don't let me catch you rubbing, or I'll give a whole new meaning to 'long arm of the law.' Got it?" Lily sniffles and says she does. Then they're gone.

(unless:$time<102)[(unless:$familiars contains "motel")[Separated from the other houses and the fire station by a significant stretch of road, a two story motel in white and baby blue stands starkly against a line of trees. You almost wonder if anyone if actually staying there at first -- there only appear to be three rooms, and no one is manning the front desk -- but then you see the news van on the curb, and you know you've come to the right place. Luckily, you don't need the help from the front desk to know which room is Julias (and perhaps she knew this). Hers is the only room with the window open, and music is drifting out into the street. (set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"motel"))]The motel is simple, quaint building that hasn't been updated since the 1970s. Between then and now, you have to imagine the number of times the painted "NO" has been added to the vacancy sign is somewhere between "never" and "never ever." Julia's room is 102. [[Visit Julia|JULIA ACROSTIC]] ](else:)[Thinking back to the blog post, you remember it saying that you ought to show up after 5pm, since Julia would be away for most of the day doing her peculiar breed of journalism. //I'll come later -- no point dropping in when she isn't home...// ][[Leave|VALLEY ROAD]]

The lesson goes...not so well. At one point, you hear your phone go off and make the mistake of checking it while Harvey was showing you a special technique. This makes Harvey very, very annoyed. "You kids with your phones," he says as he pulls you, kicking and whining, over the workbench. He starts to pull out his heavy belt, and your eyes go wide. "I'm here trying to //teach// you somethin' --" he grumbles, lifting his arm. You clench your eyes shut.(unless: $received contains "Harvey Wheeler")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Harvey Wheeler"))] //WHACK!// The leather belt smacks your behind hard enough to send you lurching forward, and the sting is overwhelming. "-- and you can't even //pay attention!//" //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// Your over-the-pants belt spanking takes up the majority of the lesson -- and boy, you feel like you've learned it. Before long, Harvey has you crying and wailing over his workbench, your backside lit up by the repeated smacks. You leave with your pride hurt, and your butt hurting even more.(set:$status=$status+4)(set:$time=$time+1)

You pick up the paper and unfold it. There's a smudge at the corner on top of the page number, 12. Rubbing it away with your thumb and brushing away the dirt, you begin to read: ==> --- <== Empress Talia’s eyelids are so heavily dusted with gold and kole that her tears shimmer like her palatial pools, tiled with precious metals as they were. With the turquoise fingernail of her middle finger, she lifts and carries the drop from her fabulously purple eye and flicks it aside, drying her hand on the velvet bedspread, hiccuping softly. As she enters, Wren removes the ceremonial armors from her wrists and forearms, allowing them to fall dramatically to the ground. Empress Talia’s bejeweled brow crinkles with concern, and she sweeps her immaculate black hair behind her studded ear. "You do not find our accolades pleasing, warrior?" "I’ll tell you what I don’t find pleasing," Wren says roughly, taking a seat at the edge of the empress’s bed as she removes the gemstone-encrusted helmet. "Your entire nation is out there celebrating, giving me all sorts of valuable //stuff//, and you’re locked away in here, ruining about a quintillion eons-worth of make-up. What gives?" The empress’s lip trembles, and she clasps her hands to her mouth. "Oh, warrior!" She says. "For your bravery, I am eternally grateful! But I am shamed, for on this night of celebration, I can feel no lightness of heart. It is the //amenualizca//, as my people call it. I cannot be happy while I know my brother is still in the belly of the imperialists reign — even if I be free, I am chained by //amenualizca!//" Wren nods knowingly. "Survivor’s guilt," she says. "Look, I know you’re upset that your brother is still missing, but you can’t just mope around forever. I’ve rescued a lot of fleets from the imperialists, and I’ve been where you are. So trust me when I say: there’s only one way to get you to snap out of this…" She takes a beautifully painted wooden hairbrush from the Empress’s dresser. "And that’s to get you focused on //something else.//" The Empress’s eyes widen, and her lips form a small //o//. But then, with regal steadiness, she locks her eyes with Wren’s and nods, gently. Once. All through the town squares and herding pastures of Ybunia that night, Empress Talia’s cries and moans can be heard from the royal spire following great, bellowing reverberations of Wren’s "warrior" smacks. Nobles and surfs alike grin to themselves as they walk the now peaceful streets and gather about ceremonial feasts, raising their glasses to toast the great //homo sapiens// Wren, a warrior of unparalleled strength and cunning, who is currently delivering a much-needed and therapeutic spanking to the Empress of their rescued land. By the end of the night, it is not only Empress’s face that glistens. Empress Talia’s heated backside is stained wine-red, and her womanhood is slick. She lies prone on her canopied be, lightly touching one crimson cheek, remnants of the kole sliding down her lovely face. "Thank you, warrior," she whispers. "Don’t mention it," Wren says as she pours herself a chalice of dark green //mumbaip//. She pours a second for her majesty and offers it grandly. "Now…let’s celebrate."(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"message 1")) ==> --- <== //This has to be from that book series Wren Glacey likes,// you think. //But what's a page of it doing out here?// [[Continue->BUS STOP]]

//Oh man,// you think, stopping down to pick up the crinkled page. //Another page!// The page number on this one says 17, but it seems to be from a different book -- the page is a different size, and the font looks slightly less retro. You read: ==> --- <== The next thing she knows, Wren is blinking open her eyes as a white light floods in, clinical and cold. Her blonde hair forms a messy halo on the grey table she's strapped to by her elbows and knees. All around her, machines click and whir with menacing precision, and LEDs flash like a trillion glowing eyes watching her from just out of reach. Even in her incapacitated, semi-conscious state, she hardly needs a second to determine where she is. //Dr. Henascro...// she thinks, her lip curling. //I should have known that someone with so much debt to the imperialists couldn't be trusted.// All of the pieces are falling in place now: the revelation dawns slowly, like the rising sun to end a final night -- too late. A figure steps from the shadows, a long labcoat brushing the floor. Wren glares at it. Then, with lips that still feel numbed by the sedative, she spits out a curse. "//Cretwanama!//" The doctor's nasally voice replies in English. "Your //peota// leaves something to be desired." He steps into the violent light -- his dark skin is beaded with sweat. "Fortunately, I've been practicing my English." "The imperialists teach you that?" Wren challenges, her cheek still pressed against the headrest. "You'd think they wouldn't bother giving language lessons to the Peotinese, seeing how terrarazed half your planet." Both lips curl back to reveal his splendidly white teeth. Dr. Henascro's laugh builds from his throat, but there is no joy in the sound. "It is true, Wren, that the imperialists destroyed my people. I grieved. But they spared me, and I owe my life to them. Such immense debts to the imperialists could never have been payed, not in a septillion //Ganalas.// Luckily, I had something of value to them." "My trust." "Yes. And I know you will not understand. You could not. You are young and naive. My idealism has been whittled by years beneath the blade of the imperialists, the creeping darkness that smotes the light by infinite degrees. I have learned that the foundation of my profession was nothing but a lie: life, on its own, has no value. No worth. A thousand Peotinese vaporized is nothing lost for the imperialists. Only those with value survive." "Disgusting." Wren says. "You aren't worthy to call yourself a doctor." "Ah, perhaps not. But I am worthy of life. The imperialists have decided this. And moreover, Wren, they have decided the same for you." Now Dr. Henasco's mouth forms the same, joyless smile, and he steps forward to place on hand on Wren's thigh. Wren feels a cold sweat break on her brow as she realizes she feels his hand against her own bare skin. She hadn't realized that her undergarb had been removed, baring her behind to the cold laboratory and the countless mechanical eyes. "Indeed, you have great value to the imperialists. Great worth. For you know how the antidote is formed. You are the only to known human to escape the clutches of death at the hands of //drugapo//. And they wish to have your secret." Wren's mind races. //So the imperialists have an outbreak? Then the containment didn't work! They found out I survived, but they must not know about Litanial...and I've got to keep it that way.// She cranes her neck to look into the doctor's eyes and sneers. "So, you still haven't figured out the cure, huh, doc? I'm sure the imperialists aren't too pleased with you, now that they know you're a fraud." Henascro's smile falters for a moment. "Of course, I did not expect you would cooperate." He turns to a shelf against the far wall of the circular enclosure and returns with a fist-sized vat of some neon-colored ointment. "You may think I am a fraud, Wren, but do not be fooled. My training allows me to do more than heal. And until you tell me how you managed to survive the deadliest epidemic in the history of this sub-galaxy, you'll be made aware of my...//other// values." Wren grunts. "Do your worst." Dr. Henascro grins, knowing that he will. But even after hours of a brutal, barebottom spanking, Wren clenches her teeth, sticks her nose in the air, licks her tears off her cheeks and takes the heavy swats with unflinching poise. The orange-red ointment burns her rear and, and Dr. Henascro smears it liberally into every crease. He unleashes his machines on her, massive spanking-malware that unload //THWACK// after massive //THWACK// on her trembling heinie until Wren can hardly see straight, her face flush, eyes crossed, her bottom hot and scarlet. She even takes a dreaded //frisson// enema, spews the bright blue liquid across the room and, panting hard, looks into his eyes to say, "Is that all you've got?" "Why won't you just tell me?" Dr. Henasco says through a gritted jaw. "You could end all of this pain -- your bottom is bruising, and you won't sleep on your back for months. Why won't you just //quit//?" Wren laughs harshly and arches her back, thrusting her beaten bottom out, beckoning for more. "There's so much you'll never know about what's really valuable in life, Doc," she says. "Now, let's get some more of that frisson -- it's just about starting to feel good!"(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"message 2")) ==> --- <== A shiver runs down your neck as you fold up the paper to return it to your pocket. //I'll give her this,// you think, //it's a page turner...// [[Continue->UPPER SCHOOLHOUSE ROAD]]

Before you even unfold the paper, you know it's going to be another page of Wren Glacey's favorite series. //What's Wren gotten herself into this time, I wonder?// The top corner says this is page 78. You read: ==><== --- <== Day in and day out, the two suns over Juilak set on Wren and Lisala nursing their raw bottoms with //daespara//, a paste made of clay and smooshed berries from a stalk growing through cracks in the floor. "It smells foul," Lisala apologized. "But it's the only way to soothe the pain. You'll lose your mind without it." Wren grunts in agreement. Her behind is so hot and red that even the cool clay alone would be a relief. Each morning, Wren sits on the crude mattress and watches Lisala preparing the ointment between rinsing and wringing out her clothes. Wordlessly, they eat their gray breakfast from metal bowls before Lisala returns to her sketchings. Wren glances over her shoulder, admiring the bold lines, but unable to place the pictures. Then, at noon each day, the prisoners are spanked with hard, flat //mombana// (a local tool made of onix) until their tushies are the color of the flames that dance across the reddish clay of the dungeon walls. Then Lisala and Wren are forced to sit on hard wooden stools dusted with //janana// thistles, the hard, knotty thorns digging into their rear ends for hours. Wren manages to take this first beating without a cry, but has yet to make it through the thistles dry-eyed. Lisala always makes it through patiently, sometimes holding Wren's hand. But no amount of steely determination can prepare them for the afternoon rod-swinging, wherein the elder Juliakan lays stripes across their backsides, which are doused in fire-water, a local potion that can make a sting last twice as long and a single swat feel like a the blistering heat of the midday suns. By the end, Lisala's hindquarters look like candied //populak//, a delicious Juilakian dessert famous for its lines of deep-red, crysallized sugar. And each night, the girls apply lotion to each other's toasted bottoms. Only Wren's hissing and groaning breaks the silence. She grits her teeth, but she can't manage Lisala's calm, level breathing as the //daespara// is rubbed into her tender sit spots. The next day, they know they'll have to do it again. "You never told me how you wound up here," Wren says from her mattress as she watches Lisala shift uncomfortably to find a drawing position. "A Lilliana? In Juliak? That's quite a distance." As Lisala stretches her fingers, she nods. "I am far from home," she says. "But why come this far, to this stupid little rock in the middle of nowhere?" Wren says. "Juliak isn't exactly a vacation destination, and the people are..." she touches her fiery hot bottom gingerly, wincing. "Well, they aren't very kind to strangers. At least I can say it was better to get captured by the Juliakians than the imperialists. What's your excuse?" Lisala only looks out of the tiny, barred window overlooking the Kitansi Mountains shrouded in pink clouds. "It is said," she begins, "that when the two suns of Juliak reach their solstic point, the sunset on the southern Kitansi Mountains is the loveliest in all of the multiverse." She returns to her sketchbook. "I came to see it. To draw it." Wren's jaw drops in disbelief. A sharp cry of amazement shakes her body. "Four years in Juliakan prison, a quarter-million rod-swings on a greased-up bare-ass, and enough crushed //janana// up your bum to terraform Nebulan-X, all for a freakin' //sunset//?" She shakes her head. "So. Was it worth it?" Now Lisala looks back at Wren, deeply serious. Her eyes are sincere, and a small smile curves her lips. "Oh yes," she says. "It definitely was." (set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"message 3")) ==><== --- <== //I'm starting to think these aren't left here by accident,// you think to yourself. You slide the page into your pocket and walk on. [[Continue->BELMONT AVE]]

Of course, you know the drill at this point. You unfurl the paper, brush off some soil, and begin to read. ==><== --- <== "How can you do this?" Wren cries out, her voice raspy in her throat, nearly drowned out by the downpour and the violent winds. Lightning flashes across the dark black sky, illuminating (for only a moment) her pretty face, stained with tears, rain, and running mascara, as well as her underpants, stretched out behind her with both leg-holes hooked on the conveyor belt, stretching a wedgie deeper into her behind. Now the crotch of her underwear flosses between her thighs like a tightrope, and she pulls at her handcuffs desperately. "After all we've gone through together, how can...how can you just //leave?//" Another crash of thunder, and heat lightning thrusts light across Sai's half turned face. The changeling's expression is unreadable as it looks back on Wren's disgraceful situation, underwear hoisting her up onto her toes now, dragging her inch by inch into the compacter. "Sai!" Wren's white bottom is now entirely exposed, and in leaning forward, she risks falling out of her panties entirely and tumbling to her death. But now she sees something, something in the changeling's eyes that. "Sai, remember Iero-Con! Think back, Sai! Please!" Sai stops walking on the platform. Wren's undies are now completely swallowed between her pale cheeks, and her toes are officially lifted off the ground. Even over the sound of the storm, the roar of the compacter blares in her ears. Another minute, perhaps less, and she'll be dragged in and incinerated. //Ass first,// she thinks wryly. But the changeling isn't moving. "I'll owe you a favor, Sai," she says. Her voice hardly rises above the din now, but it's enough to make the changeling turn. "Anything you want." Just then, the conveyor belt jerks, and Wren's wedgie tightens. She squeals, crossing her legs and closing her eyes. She can feel the incinerator's hot breath, the chug of the compactor getting closer...closer... Then suddenly, just as another flash of lightning reveals the compacter's awful teeth, the changling swoops from the other platform, lands at the edge of the machine, cuts Wren's underwear with its claws, takes her by the waistband of her pants and lunges back to safety. Wren grunts as she's dropped onto the hard rubber surface, freed, her panties in tatters and her pants still caught around her thighs. As the exhaustion and the release closes in on Wren's senses, she feels something prickly at her neck and hears the changelings voice. "Remember," it says. "You said: //anything I want.//"(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"message 4")) ==><== --- <== The final clue. You're //sure// it is. You have all of the pieces now...but what does it mean? You revisit the page numbers: 12, 17, 78. //And now,// you think, checking again, //34//. 12-17-78-34. What could it be? The combination to a safe, maybe? Some type of passcode? You aren't sure, but you're aching to find out. (set:$wre_loc="home") //It's time to pay a visit to Ms. Glacey,// you decide. [[Continue->UNMARKED ROAD]]

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//WHAP!// Maggie's hand comes down hard against your backside, a shallow "Mmph!" escaping your lips. She unleashes a barrage of spanks on your heinie that resound through the parlor. Kicking up your feet does nothing to ease to the pain, but it's a reflex -- each clap of her cupped palm against your behind causes a jolt of pain to fire through you, a warmth to spread in your hindquarters and in your belly. //WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!// Miserably, you look out the window at the people watching your spanking, unable to help yourself. Even as the smacks rain down and the pain becomes greater, like the zap of a taser against your tush each rise and fall of Maggie's hand, you can't help but feel that the worst part of all this is having an //audience//.(set:$ice_cream_parlor = "open")(set:$video=$video+(a:"spanked by Maggie at Iggy's Soft Serve")) She spanks you for about ten minutes, and by the end, you're squirming and tearing up, shaking your bottom, bouncing on your toes, doing anything to take your mind off the burning fire rising in your glowing red behind. Each slap is now an explosion of pain in your rear that courses through you, bringing soreness to your throat, whitening your knuckles. When, at last, Maggie steps back to survey her work, you're out of breath. Your butt is a deep, even crimson, hot to the touch. "Not bad," Maggie says proudly. "Not bad at all." She goes behind the counter again and rests on her elbows, watching you sniffle and tenderly rub your aching bottom. "Anytime you need to be taught a lesson, honey, just come right back to me."(unless:$received contains "Maggie Sweet")[(set:$received=$received+(a:"Maggie Sweet"))](set:$spanked_by="Maggie") [Pull up your pants]<redress|(click-replace:?redress)[(if:$display is 1 and $submissiveness is "IMPOSSIBLE")[(display:"ON DISPLAY")](else:)[You tenderly pull your underwear and your pants up over your spanked butt. (display:"STATUS")(show:?hidden_exit)]] |hidden_exit)[ [[Leave->ICE CREAM PARLOR]] ]

(unless:$given contains "Maggie Sweet")[Maggie blinks and purses her lips. She looks up at you, her heavy-lashes dark around wide blue eyes. "Y-you want to spank me?" she says. "But I haven't done anything wrong!" You tilt your head and give her a stern look. You don't even have to say anything -- your expression says it all. Maggie’s mouth twitches in an unreadable motion – it could either be a smile or a pout. She bites her thumb and arches her back, angling her chest at you and swaying gently on her toes…but she doesn’t protest. Instead, she wants to the end of the counter, opens the flap, gets up on her knees and sticks out her marvelous round bottom, still chewing on her thumb and glancing at you over her shoulder. Her eyebrows jump and her teeth flash, the whites in her eyes gleam, as if to say: //Well?// You take your position beside her. As you do, you hear a small commotion behind you: onlookers at the ice cream parlor’s storefront. "Omigosh," Maggie whispers, half-laughing and half in shock. "I didn’t think you’d really…" "Like hell you didn’t," you say, palming her firm right buttock in your hand. You ignore her soft whisper and ponder the lovely tushy before you with your fingertips. [Bare]<bare|(click-replace:?bare)[Maggie’s candy-striper style skirt is straining to contain her rear end – the undercurves of her baby-fat buttocks showing (unless:$maggie_sore>0)[milky white](else:)[rosey pink from spanks] in glimpses when she moves -- and you decide it’s earned a break. You take it by the hem, your fingers grazing between her thighs and causing Maggie to gasp sharply. You lift the hem up to reveal… "No…panties?" you say, more to yourself than Maggie. Her bare ass wobbles as she bounces, protesting, on the balls of her feet. "I like to travel light, okay?" she whines, looking at you coyly. She squeezes her cheeks together, clenching as though embarassed (even though you can tell from the way she bats her eyeslids that she was hoping you’d find out). "What’s wrong with that?" "Nothing," you murmur, grinning. "Makes things easier." The crowd of onlookers at the storefront is abuzz as you roll up your sleeves to carry on with Maggie’s much deserved disciplining.(set:$bare=1)] [[Start spanking]<spank| [Use an implement]<implement|]<spanking|{ }(click-replace:?implement)[(display:"IMPLEMENT CHOICE")]{ }(click:?spank)[(replace:?spanking)[(unless:$given contains "Maggie Sweet")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Maggie Sweet"))]]//FWAP!// The report of the first slap against Maggie’s right butt cheek is crisp and satisfied, answered by an adorable moan and a wiggle through her entire bottom. You continue to light into Maggie’s heinie with heavy swings, the sound of your (unless:$implement is 0)[(print:$implement)](else:)[spanks] ringing through the ice cream parlour. The background whirr of freezers can’t drown out the notes of pleasure in Maggie’s voice when she arches her back and, as her bottom begins to blush, cries out, "Oh! It stings!" "’Supposed to," you say simply, you continue to slap Maggie’s wobbling bottom until her hands curl into fists on the counter. Maggie looks at you over her shoulder through ringlets of her dark brown hair, gaze full of longing, a half-smile on her lips. She closes her eyes as another resounding //FWACK// sounds out and she moans like someone holding in a cry. When she opens her eyes again, they’re twinkling. "Have I been a naughty girl, (print:$name)?" //FWAP!// "Ngah!" she bites her lip hard and sticks out her bottom further. She bats those long lashes again and lifts her head. "You know I love it when you’re stern with me." You spank Maggie until her legs kick up with each swat and her backside is hot and sore. (if:$bare is 1)[Her naked bottom roils and reddens as the onlookers comment to each other just out of earshot, recording on their phones and laughing. On certain slaps, her butt cheeks will spread apart before clenching together, giving everyone a glimpse of her tight butthole. She buries her face in her arms even as she’s standing on tiptoes, posing for her audience.] Finally, your hand starting to smart and Maggie’s cries sounding more and more desperate, you decide that Maggie’s had enough for now. You give her five hard swats that make her blue eyes open wide – "Ow! OWWIIE! Owwwwaha!" she whines -- before stepping back to observe. [[End spanking|MAGGIE AFTERMATH]]]](else:)["Noooo!" Maggie whines, reflexively grabbing her bottom with both hands. She laughs. "I've had enough spankings in this ice cream parlor. But maybe..." she shrugs, eyes darting away from you, "maybe if we meet up somewhere else?" "Like where?" you ask. She smiles, eyelids fluttering at you. "I don't know..." Then, it dawns on her. "Oh! Are you going to Kid Missy's graduation party?" You blink. "Uh --" "Oh, you totally should!" she says. "It's gonna be so much fun. Her parents are out of town and..." She looks down again, face flushing. She bites her bottom lip and whispers to you as she leans over the counter: "And...I was planning on being...//naughty// again." You grin. "Maybe I //will// come to that," you say. Just then, a customer comes in, and Maggie has to turn away. She gives you a wink before she does.(set:$invitation_to_party=1)(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Missy House")) [[Continue|ICE CREAM PARLOR]]]

(set:$ice_cream_you_scream=0) [[EMPTY APARTMENT]]

You open the journal, the pages still crisp and stiff. You skim through the entries, looking for passages where you either gave or received spankings in Puttsdale. You keep a full list written on the inside cover. **SPANKINGS RECEIVED** (unless:$received is (a:))[So far, you've been spanked by: (for: each _item, ...$received)[_item<br>] ](else:)[You haven't been spanked by anyone. ]**SPANKINGS GIVEN** (unless:$given is (a:))[You've given spankings to: (for: each _item, ...$given)[_item<br>] ](else:)[You haven't spanked anyone. ](unless:$photos is (a:))[In the back of your journal, you keep a stack of polaroids held together by a paperclip: each one is a picture of a red-bottomed Puttsdale local in the aftermath of discipline. You've been collecting these like baseball cards. So far, you've got pictures of: (for: each _item, ...$photos)[_item<br>] ][[Leave->EMPTY APARTMENT]]

(unless:$relationships contains "Heidi Krum - KNOWN")[The girl is sitting crosslegged on the decorative wall, leaning against the gate post, one foot dangling and the other just inches from a cup of to-go coffee from Sly's Bakery. She's blonde (or, at least, artificially so) and wears her hair up in a messy bun. Her clothes are comfy and casual -- hoodie sweatshirt, high-wasted jean shorts, thong sandals -- but, upon closer inspection, the work of expensive designers. She wears an pair of gold earrings that fetchingly catch the light. She looks up at you as you approach.] (else:)[(if:$relationships contains "Heidi Krum - PARTNER")[Heidi is completely engrossed in her crossword as you approach, and you have to admit: it's a cute look for her. Her earrings cast off sunlight and she chews her eraser, her soft pink lips in a frown. When your shadow reaches her she looks up from her reverie, a broad smile on her face. "Gonna keep me company?" she says.]{ }(else-if:$relationships contains "Heidi Krum - FRIEND")[As you approach Heidi, she looks up and seems genuinely excited to see you. "Aha!" she exclaims, reaching out both arms. "The puzzle-master has arrived!"]{ }(else:)[Heidi looks up at you with a calm smile, squinting in the sunlight and shading her eyes with her hands. "Well, hello you," she says. The golden sundrop-circle earrings sway.](unless:$puzzle is "done")[ "Still working on the crossword?" "Yeah -- wanna help?" [[Help her|CROSSWORD]]](else:)[ "No more puzzles today, though," she says with a frown. "But come back to help me tomorrow!"]]{ }(unless:$relationships contains "Heidi Krum - KNOWN")[You look at the newspaper open in her lap and see that she's doing a crossword puzzle. She sees you tilting your head to look and grins, scratching her ear with her pencil. "I'm stuck on a few," she says sheepishly. [[Offer to help her|CROSSWORD]]] [[Leave|MIDDLE SCHOOL CAMPUS]]

-- with one vital difference. Everything appears the normal...//except// that her pants have been pulled down to around her knees, and her bottom has been spanked. Instead of admiring her high scores, the kids around are looking at her beaten buns and speaking in soft, awed tones of the spanking they just witnessed. You manage to pick up the necessary details: Wren was hitting the game cabinet, the Mr. Kristopher (the owner) told her to be more gentle, Wren continued hitting the game cabinet, and, well... Through it all, Wren continues playing -- maybe out of indifference, and maybe as an escape. Her round bottom is a crisp apple-red, jeans and black panties rest at the ends of her thighs, and about 6 inches up, a blossom of rouge begins that extends across her hindquarters, clearly the work of a thick belt. Her backside gives off enough heat that the 4th graders daring each other to touch it might burn themselves. Her eyes are still glued to the screen, her wild hair is shrouding her pretty, pale face, and her hand is wrapped tightly around the joystick, her supple wrist turning precisely at various intervals. Her get eyes are focused, darting sharply, and wet with tears. (set:$reactee="Wren Glacey") Seeing the aftermath of Wren's bun-burning makes you think to yourself: [[I'd love to spank someone like that.]<dom| [I really need a good spanking.]<sub|]<reaction|(click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$dominance = $dominance+1)//I'd love to spank someone like that.// (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE]]](click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$submissiveness = $submissiveness+1)//I really need a good spanking.// (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS]]] You might not want to talk to her right now...(if:$inventory contains "camera")[ (display:"PHOTOS")](set:$wre_loc="home")

James is home -- but he's in no condition to welcome you in. You walk in and hear the tea kettle whistling, but James isn't standing in his kitchenette. He's lying on his unmade bed, facing away from you, his face pressed into the pillow. You see his blue jeans and belt in a crumpled pile on the floor. His bottom is red, so well-spanked that even his pale, hairy thighs and rear end seem to shine, polished and dark. Your jaw drops. Seeing a grown man in this humiliating position makes you think only one thing: [[I'd love to spank someone like that.]<dom| [I really need a good spanking.]<sub|]<reaction|(click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$dominance = $dominance+1)//I'd love to spank someone like that.// (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE]]](click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$submissiveness = $submissiveness+1)//I really need a good spanking.// (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS]]] If James heard the door open, he doesn't let on. The dark crease between his rosey cheeks is tightly clenched, as though her were trying to will away the pain in his behind. Occasionally, you see him release, buttocks relaxing enough that you can see the dark hair between his thighs. You have to admire the sheer redness of his cheeks -- clearly, he was strapped hard enough that you could light a match on his highquarters. You find yourself at a loss, wondering: //Whose handiwork am I looking at here?// But you don't have to wonder for long. From the kitchennette on the other side of the partial wall, you hear a voice with an inimitable accent. "I have my tea and I go, you understand? And when I come back tomorrow, whole room is //clean!//" Mrs. Ling continues to carry on. "I rent you nice apartment, very fair price -- you leave such a mess! Next time, I not go so easy."(set:$reactee="James Crowley") Coming from anyone else, you might not believe the spanking could have been any worse. But Mrs. Ling is a woman of her word -- and if she saw you spying, you aren't sure what she'd do, so --(set:$james_reaction=0) You might not want to talk to him right now...(if:$inventory contains "camera")[ (display:"PHOTOS")] [[Continue|DRY CLEANERS]]

Lily is standing in the window, spanked bottom on display. She has her dark blue police uniform shirt, so you can tell this was a mid-duty stop. Even with her badge still on, Lily is not looking very authoritative, bright red tushy in front of the window, belt and trousers in a pile on the floor. To the right of Officer Neilson's recently heated heinie is a placard, reading: ==><== **DIEVS' OLD FASHIONED DISCIPLINE DONE RIGHT! FEES START AT $5 INQUIRE INSIDE** <== This is, of course, the home of Henry and Pamela Dievs, two lifetime Puttsdale locals who set up the grocery store that Henry Diev's Junior now runs on Schoolhouse Road. They're part of the Puttsdale traditionalist underpinning, two lovely old folks who believe in proper corporal punishment. Since new families in Puttsdale were "soft" and could hardly weild a paddle, Henry and Pamela started offering their services as spankers to their neighbors. Word spread that the Diev's could straighten out any naughty brat in the Midwest with their artisan spanking technique, and as the demand grew, Dievs' Old Fashioned Discipline became something of a labor of love. You know from that Lily Neilson and Henry Dievs are engaged, but something tells you Lily didn't willingly volunteer as advertising for the secondary family business. Now Lily Neilson glances at you over her shoulder, her doleful blue eyes wet from crying, blonde hair still a mess from hat-head, her wide pale bottom an alarming shade of red, round butt cheeks like siren lights. //What a business model!// you think to yourself. (set:$reactee="Lily Neilson") [[I'd love to spank someone like that.]<dom| [I really need a good spanking.]<sub|]<reaction|(click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$dominance = $dominance+1)//I'd love to spank someone like that.// (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE]]](click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$submissiveness = $submissiveness+1)//I really need a good spanking.// (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS]]] You might not want to talk to her right now...(if:$inventory contains "camera")[ (display:"PHOTOS")]

"Trent, I called you to breakfast an //hour// ago," his mother goes on in a strained voice. Trent only responds by rubbing his eyes -- he doesn't seem to notice his mother's fists have clenched. "You're a //senior// in //high school//, Trent. Too old for this //nonsense!// How are you going to get a job if you can't wake up on time? Your father is //already// at work?" "Well, I won't get a job as a police officer, then," Trent says simply. He makes a motion as if to roll back over in bed, but his mother grabs his arm. When he looks up into her face, his bleary eyes go wide. Her face, usually calm and composed, is twisted in rage. Her thin eyebrows are deeply furrowed, and the lines of her face are set //tightly//, like wires about to snap. A vein is bulging at her temple that Trent has never seen before. He's never //seen// his mother this angry. And the sight has made him suddenly very, very awake. "//Get. Up.//" She seethes. "//NOW!//" Instantly, Trent springs out of bed. "Look, I'm sorry, mom, I must have missed my alarm. I'm getting up now, see? I'll grab a bagel on my way out, okay? If I hurry, I can still make it by first period." His mother shakes her head. "It's too late for that, young man. //Far// too late." She takes him by the arm, and he winces at the power of her grip. "You've been acting like a lazy good-for-nothing for too long! I should have taught you this lesson //years// ago..." She grabs him just below his shoulder and pulls him behind her. "Um -- mom? You're hurting my arm --" "You want to be unmotivated? To just sit around the house all day while other people make your breakfast and you let it go cold? //Fine//." She tows him to his closet and takes the thickest leather belt Trent owns down from the hook. "But you can bet from now on you'll be sitting around on a //spanked bottom!//" [Continue]<continue2|(click-replace:?continue2)[(display:)]

"Mom, wait -- let's talk about this!" Trent's voice is strained as he tries to free himself from his mother's grasp. Jaclyn easily maintains her hold, guiding him (despite loud protest) to his bed. She shoves him down, and he hits the still-warm comforters with a //flop//. Then, holding the belt just above her shoulder, she stoops and pulls off his pajama bottoms with her free hand. Immediately, Trent's eyes go wide, and he reaches back. "Mom, no!" "//Trent, if you touch your PJs I swear I'll strap you 10 times harder!//" The fire in her voice is enough to make Trent's hand leap away from his bottom and grab the other edge of the mattress. But she isn't done: "And then your //father// will take a crack at it." Now Trent, terrified, buries his head between his outstretched arms. His fingers are clasped on the other end of the mattress. His bottom is bared and pale -- his mother taps her belt against it, lining up her swing, and Trent whimpers. "But mooom..." he says. "But //nothing!//" //CRACK!// The belt comes down hard on Trent's backside, and his eyes widen in pain. "I spend half and hour making //your// breakfast --" //CRACK!// "AGH! Mom, wait, //please// --" "-- only for your eggs to get stone cold --" //CRACK!// A thick pink stripe is rising on Trent's behind, and the sting is bringing tears to his eyes. "-- while you're up here, not even //dressed// --" //CRACK!// "OW! OW! Mom, I'm sorry, I --" "-- not even out of your //bed//!" //CRACK!// "BWAAAAHAHA! OWWwwwwah, Mom!" Trent's tears are flowing now, and his behind is red and raw. Just a few stiff whacks with the belt has reduced him to total submission, and his mother is //just now// rolling up her sleeves. He turns to look over his shoulder, sees the belt suspended in air, mid-swing, and groans. //CRACK!// "GAH!" Jaclyn steps back to admire her work so far: bright, smarting red extends up, down, and across his rear, (his "tush," as she would once say, many years ago when Trent's slothfulness was merely the cute quirk of a toddler). "You are going to learn, young man," she begins, "The importance of being on time. You will not let your breakfast go cold again -- not in this house! Or you'll see what //both// your father and i have to say about it!" "Yes, mom," Trent says meekly. And he braces. What follows is a flurry of hard whacks, so devastatingly loud and forceful that, soon, Trents crying and catterwalling is just as pronounced, and his tears are pouring down his face! His mother swings like a windmill, beating the air with each spank -- //fwaSMACK!// -- until Trent's bottom is not only on fire with soreness and pain but also a deep, dark, well-punished red. "Whoa," you whisper to yourself, dumbfounded as Jaclyn storms out of Trent's room, leaving him behind with so very much to think about. Then, realizing your involuntary uttance might lead to your discover, you wisely decide the best course of action is to scamper away before anyone sees. //So she's the head of the PTA,// you think to yourself as you return to the sidewalk, trying to look inconscpicuous. //I've really got to sit in on one of those meetings!// One thing is for sure: Trent Bishop will not be sitting in //anywhere// very comfortably for quite some time.

"Mom, wait -- let's talk about this!" Trent's voice is strained as he tries to free himself from his mother's grasp. Jaclyn easily maintains her hold, guiding him (despite loud protest) to his bed. She shoves him down, and he hits the still-warm comforters with a //flop//. Then, holding the belt just above her shoulder, she stoops and pulls off his pajama bottoms with her free hand. Immediately, Trent's eyes go wide, and he reaches back. "Mom, no!" "//Trent, if you touch your PJs I swear I'll strap you 10 times harder!//" The fire in her voice is enough to make Trent's hand leap away from his bottom and grab the other edge of the mattress. But she isn't done: "And then your //father// will take a crack at it." Now Trent, terrified, buries his head between his outstretched arms. His fingers are clasped on the other end of the mattress. His bottom is bared and pale -- his mother taps her belt against it, lining up her swing, and Trent whimpers. "But mooom..." he says. "But //nothing!//" //CRACK!//(set:$time=$time+4) The belt comes down hard on Trent's backside, and his eyes widen in pain. "I spend half and hour making //your// breakfast --" //CRACK!// "AGH! Mom, wait, //please// --" "-- only for your eggs to get stone cold --" //CRACK!// A thick pink stripe is rising on Trent's behind, and the sting is bringing tears to his eyes. "-- while you're up here, not even //dressed// --" //CRACK!// "OW! OW! Mom, I'm sorry, I --" "-- not even out of your //bed//!" //CRACK!// "BWAAAAHAHA! OWWwwwwah, Mom!" Trent's tears are flowing now, and his behind is red and raw. Just a few stiff whacks with the belt has reduced him to total submission, and his mother is //just now// rolling up her sleeves. He turns to look over his shoulder, sees the belt suspended in air, mid-swing, and groans. //CRACK!// "GAH!" Jaclyn steps back to admire her work so far: bright, smarting red extends up, down, and across his rear, (his "tush," as she would once say, many years ago when Trent's slothfulness was merely the cute quirk of a toddler). "You are going to learn, young man," she begins, "The importance of being on time. You will not let your breakfast go cold again -- not in this house! Or you'll see what //both// your father and i have to say about it!" "Yes, mom," Trent says meekly. And he braces. What follows is a flurry of hard whacks, so devastatingly loud and forceful that, soon, Trents crying and catterwalling is just as pronounced, and his tears are pouring down his face! His mother swings like a windmill, beating the air with each spank -- //fwaSMACK!// -- until Trent's bottom is not only on fire with soreness and pain but also a deep, dark, well-punished red.(set:$reactee="Trent Bishop") "Whoa," you whisper to yourself, dumbfounded as Jaclyn storms out of Trent's room, leaving him behind with so very much to think about. You can't help but mutter out loud: [["I'd love to spank someone like that..."]<dom| ["I need a spanking like that one..."]<sub|]<reaction|(click:?dom)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$dominance = $dominance+1)//I'd love to spank someone like that.// (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE]]](click:?sub)[(replace:?reaction)[(set:$submissiveness = $submissiveness+1)//I really need a good spanking.// (color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS]]] One thing is for sure: Trent Bishop will not be sitting in //anywhere// very comfortably for quite some time.(if:$inventory contains "camera")[ (display:"PHOTOS")]

You're the principal's replacement. It's your job to spank the Seniors for their various infractions and, through a calm demeanor and a firm hand, continue the legacy of old fashioned discipline for the recalcitrant Seniors of Puttsdale High School. Pay close attention to the disciplinary slips to ensure you spank each student correctly, teaching valuable lessons and reddening wayward bottoms.{ (set:$implement="bare hand") (set:$redness="unspanked") (set:$spankee_status="fully clothed")} //The first student I'm seeing,// you read off your list, //is April Landsbottom. She'll be in any minute now.//(set:$lesson="in progress") You step into the office -- //your// office, for today -- and take in your surroundings. Good luck -- make Principal Hawthorne proud! [[Continue->PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE]]

(unless:$turn_count>2)[So this is it -- the dreaded office of Principal Hawthorne. Ever since you moved to this town, you've heard students (and some parents!) speak of this room in hushed tones. You still have some time to explore before your first appointment arrives, so you decide to do a little bit of exploring. An imposing mahogany [desk]<desk| stands at the center of the room, and there's a [bookcase]<bookcase| to your immediate right. (unless:$secret_vault is "discovered")[On the far wall is a [painting]<painting| of Headmaster Lyons.](else:)[The blue secret [vault]<vault|, embedded behind the space the painting's frame once occuptied, rests above the desk on the far wall.]{ }(click:?desk)[(replace:?action)[(display:"LOOK AT THE DESK")]]{ }(click:?bookcase)[(replace:?action)[(display:"LOOK AT THE BOOKCASE")]]{ }(click:?painting)[(replace:?action)[(display:"LOOK AT THE PAINTING")]]{ }(click:?vault)[(replace:?action)[(display:"LOOK AT THE VAULT")]]]{ }(if:$turn_count is 3)[There's a soft knock at the door, and a student announces herself in a small voice. "I'm...um..." she says, leaning into the doorway. You fold your arms. The girl swallows hard, realizing you aren't going to make this easy for her. "Here...for my spanking?" she finishes, closing one eye, an involuntary wince. Apparently, she's been told that you'll be filling in for Principal Hawthorne -- but knowing this hasn't made the reality any less embarassing. You motion for her to come in.(set:$spankee="April")](if:$spankee is "April")[(unless:$viewed contains "April")[ The girl has brown hair and striking blue eyes. She's wearing a plaid, high waisted skirt, and her soft brow is knitted by consternation, somewhere between annoyance and fear. The top button of her white blouse is open, a purple tee beneath, small breasts and a thin waist. You assume this must be [April Landsbottom]<April|.](else:)[{ }[April Landsbottom]<April| is here for discipline.](click:?April)[(replace:?action)[(display:"APRIL LANDSBOTTOM")]]] [What do you do?]<action| [[Continue->PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE]](set:$turn_count=$turn_count+1) (unless:$lesson is "in progress")[[[Bring in the next student->HALL]]]

You stick your head out into the hallway outside of the principal's office. There's no one on the chairs. //Looks like there aren't any more seniors for me to spank today,// you think to yourself, a bit wistfully. //Oh, well. Better get on with the day.// You leave from the front lobby and go back out to the street. [[Leave->UPPER SCHOOLHOUSE ROAD]]

You examine Principal Hawthorne's desk. Principal Hawthorne keeps his desk immaculately clean. Two of the desk drawers are locked by large padlocks -- they must contain sensitive academic information. One [drawer]<top_drawer|, the one at the top with a small brass handle, is unlocked.(click:?top_drawer)[(unless:$drawer is "open")[ [Open the drawer? [Yes]<yes|(click:?yes)[(replace:?decision)[You open the desk drawer, revealing (unless:$inventory contains "key")[a blue [key]<key|](unless:$inventory contains "blue tawse")[ and a leather [tawse]<tawse|](if:$inventory contains "blue tawse" and "key")[it to be empty].{ }(click:?tawse)[ You take the leather tawse. //This will come in handy.// (set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"blue tawse"))]{ }(click:?key)[ You take the shiny blue key. //I wonder what it opens?// (set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"key"))]]] [No]<no|]<decision|(click:?no)[(replace:?action)[What do you do?]]]]

In the bookcase are some yearbooks, a student handbook and some dauntingly academic tomes. (unless:$lesson is "complete")[//Not exactly light reading...//](unless:$note is "discovered")[ One of the books has an unusual bookmark -- a bright green note, jammed hastily between the pages of a student handbook. The note has a message written in fine ball-point pen: it reads, "BARE HAND." Take the note? [{ }[Yes]<yes|(click:?yes)[(replace:?decision)[You pocket the note, hoping that you won't later be punished for losing Principal Hawthorne's page...(set:$note="discovered")]] [No]<no|]<decision|(click:?no)[(replace:?action)[What do you do?]]]

(if:$spankee is "April")[She's clutching a pink [discplinary slip]<April_slip| tightly in her right hand.(click:?April_slip)[ Read the slip? [{ }[Yes]<yes|(click:?yes)[(replace:?decision)[You read April's disciplinary slip, which has been signed by her English teacher, Ms. Edom. The slip is color coded, and it reads:(set:$April_slip="read") **(color: green)[15 over panties]** **(color: red)[5 on bare bottom.]** **FOR: talking during class** Ms. Edom's handwriting is a neat script. With these instructions, you need to teach April Landsbottom a valuable lesson about being respectfully silent in class.]] [No]<no|(click:?no)[(replace:?action)[What do you do?]]]<decision|]]

(if:$spankee is "April")[Before you begin April's spanking, you'll need her to assume the [position]<April_position|.(click:?April_position)[ Tell April to bend over the desk? [{ }[Yes]<yes|(click:?yes)[(replace:?decision)[You tell April to assume the position for her spanking. April's lip quivers, but she obediently turns around and bends over the Principal's desk, raising her bottom in the air.(set:$April_position=1)]] [No]<no|(click:?no)[(replace:?action)[What do you do?]]]<decision|]]

Right now, you're weilding your (print:$implement) as your main implement. Would you like to switch? [[Use your bare hand.]<hand|{ }(if:$inventory contains "blue tawse")[ [Use the leather tawse.]<tawse|]{ }(if:$inventory contains "red paddle")[ [Use the wooden paddle with the red stripe.]<paddle|]]<select|{ }(click:?hand)[(replace:?select)[You decide the best and most loving way to give a spanking is with your own firm hand.(set:$implement="bare hand")]]{ }(click:?tawse)[(replace:?select)[You select the leather tawse. April glances back and sees, her eyes already watering just from //thinking// about the sting...(set:$implement="blue tawse")]]{ }(click:?paddle)[(replace:?select)[You select the wooden paddle with the red stripe. April glimpses this over her shoulder, and for a split-second her eyes go wide. She wimpers softly.(set:$implement="red paddle")]]

(unless:$vault_door is "open")[You look at the secret [vault]<vault| you discovered behind the painting of Headmaster Lyons. It appears to be quite old: the paint is chipped, and the metal beneath has rusted.(click:?vault)[ Open the vault? [{}[Yes]<yes|(click:?yes)[(replace:?decision)[(if:$inventory contains "key")[You unlock the vault using the blue key. //Huh...color coded. I wonder if anything else is color coded here?//(set:$vault_door="open")(unless: $inventory contains "red paddle")[ Leaning against the back wall of the vault is a wooden [paddle]<paddle| with a red stripe on the handle.](click:?paddle)[ You take the wooden paddle. //This will come in handy. But why the red stripe?//(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"red paddle"))]](else:)[The vault is locked.]]] [No]<no|(click:?no)[(replace:?action)[What do you do?]]]<decision|]]{ }(else:)[The door of the vault is open.(unless:$inventory contains "red paddle")[ Leaning against the back wall of the vault is a wooden [paddle]<paddle| with a red stripe on the handle.(click:?paddle)[ You take the wooden paddle. //This will come in handy. But why the red stripe?//(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"red paddle"))]]]

(unless:$spankee_status is "naked")[Bare April's bottom? [[Yes]<yes|(click:?yes)[(replace:?decision)[{ }(if:$spankee_status is "fully clothed")[You take April's plaid skirt by the hem and lift it, exposing a pair of blue panties stretched over her pair of soft butt cheeks. April wimpers slighty as she feels the draft against her backside, but she knows better than to protest.(set:$spankee_status="panty-clad")]{ }(else-if:$spankee_status is "panty-clad")[You grab the waistline of April's panties, and she gasps as you pull them down and allow them to drop to her feet, exposing her [redness] bottom fully, her supple behind as good a target as you've ever seen. April groans, shifting between her feet and glancing over her shoulder at her bare backside -- however, she seems resigned to her punishment.(set:$spankee_status="naked")]]] [No]<no|(click:?no)[(replace:?action)[What do you do?]]]<decision|]

You inspect the painting of Headmaster Lyons, a stern and regal gentleman in a clean grey suit. Lyons was the first headmaster of Puttsdale High School, founded in 1912. An inveterate reader and respected intellectual, Headmaster Lyons established a soaring curriculum of great books and innovative thought -- firmly backed, of course, by the strict and loving discipline the town is known for.(unless:$secret_vault is "discovered")[ There's something odd about the way this [painting]<Headmaster_painting| stands off the wall -- almost as though there were something behind it.(click:?Headmaster_painting)[ Remove the painting from the wall? [{}[Yes]<yes| [No]<no|]<decision|{ }(click:?yes)[(replace:?decision)[You take the painting of Headmaster Lyons off its hook on the wall and place it gently on the floor. Behind the painting, you discover a door to a hidden vault! It's locked with a blue surface, the paint chipped around the keyhole.(set:$secret_vault="discovered")]](click:?no)[(replace:?action)[What do you do?]]]]

[Choose an implement]<implement|(click-replace:?implement)[(display:"CHOOSE AN IMPLEMENT")] [Spank April]<spank|(click:?spank)[(replace:?action)[You give April's bottom a hard swat. {(set:$spank_count=$spank_count+1) (if:$implement is "bare hand")[(set:$soreness=$soreness+1)SLAP! ] (if:$implement is "red paddle")[(set:$soreness=$soreness+3)WHAP! ] (if:$implement is "blue tawse")[(set:$soreness=$soreness+5)THWACK! ] (display:"REACTION")}(if:$spank_count>1)[ You've spanked her (print:$spank_count) times.] [Again?]<again|(click:?again)[(replace:?action)[(display:"AGAIN")]]]] [[End spanking->ENDING]]{ (if:$soreness>0 and $soreness<6)[(set:$redness="light pink")] (if:$soreness>5 and $soreness<11)[(set:$redness="rosey red")] (if:$soreness>10 and $soreness<16)[(set:$redness="cherry red")] (if:$soreness>15 and $soreness<21)[(set:$redness="scarlet")] (if:$soreness>20 and $soreness<26)[(set:$redness="deep crimson")] (if:$soreness>25 and $soreness<31)[(set:$redness="blistered")] (if:$soreness>30)[(set:$redness="bruised")]}

In the nearby park, a skipping stone disrupts of flock of sparrows. At the intersection by the schoolyard gate, a friendly driver honks a greeting to a pedestrian on the sidewalk carrying a box full of pastries for the faculty room. On the rooftop of the school building, two troublemaking juniors smoke cigarettes, ashing them into the gutters.(set:$given=$given+(a:"April Landsbottom")) (if:$soreness is 30)[And in Principal Hawthorne's office, you teach April Landsbottom a lesson she will not soon forget.(set:$lesson="completed") Every spank rings out louder than the crack of baseball bats from school's diamond during fall practice, more resonant than feedback over the intercom. With every smack, April's bottom answers: jumping and jiggling as she dances on her tip-toes, tears blurring her vision and the sting in her backside numbing her brain. (set:$principal_replacement=2) Oh, and how it reddens! Each time you stop to inspect April's behind it is a new and lovelier shade. Your hand prints, of course, have washed together into deep, zinnia pink, with darker marks from the paddle at the center of each cheek. Her buttocks are bright and hot, gleaming. April's face is flushed red, and her breath comes in choked sobs. Wiping away tears, April stands(if:$spankee_status is "naked")[, pulls up her panties from the floor,] and smooths down her skirt. She can't look you in the eye, but she does manage to say the required closing phrase of any Puttsdale High School punishment in a small voice. "Th-thank you for disciplining me," she says, voice quavering. "M-may I return to class?" And of course, you allow her to go back -- although you know she'll probably be going to the bathroom first to, at the very least, splash some cold water on her heinie before undertaking the ordeal of having to sit in class again. As she goes to the door, rubbing her tushy tenderly and walking slow, you envision that two glowing, ruby-red butt cheeks pressing together around her underpants, the lasting memory of her spanking, the continuation of her punishment, and the affirmation of a lesson soundly learned. Job well done! Now it's on to the next one... [[Continue->HALL]]]{ }(else-if:$soreness>30)[And in Principal Hawthorne's office, you spank April Landsbottom like there is simply no tomorrow. Your rhythm is impeccable, and April is completely subject to it -- her tushy invites you, whether she is leaning heavier on one leg, causing one cheek to crease deeper, or arching her back to jut out her behind. Despite her petit frame, April's bottom has a lovely roundness, tapering from her thin waist like a bell into well-shaped thighs. (if:$spankee_status is "fully dressed")[She's still wearing a high-waisted plaid skirt that holds her at her belly button and falls gracefully over her curves.](if:$spankee_status is "panty-clad")[You can see the redness rising on her round, firm butt cheeks beneath the covering of her blue panties.](if:$spankee_status is "naked")[Her well-shaped keister is as naked as the day she was born, and reddening magnificently.] And yet, there comes a point in every student's spanking where the point has come across...and that point has come and gone. April's moans turn to sharp, pained cries, which then become howls of agony as her bottom blisters and she wriggles helplessly on the table, her breath coming in gasps and choked sobs. Her backside changes shades from pink to red, then to scarlet and purple, then to black and blue. By the time you finally step back from April's beaten bum, the girl can hardly stand up. She reaches back to her bottom, but can hardly touch her scorched rear-end without crying out in pain. You bite your lip. //Whoops. May have overdone it on this one.// Puttsdale always appreciates a good spanking, but you need to be reasonable. April won't be sitting for weeks, but you too will be on your feet. Unfortunately, Principal Hawthorne will not be asking you to fill in for him in disciplinary duties any more today. [[Try again->INTRO]]]{ }(else-if:$soreness<30)[And in Principal Hawthorne's office, you let April Landsbottom off the hook with a half-assed ass-spanking. For a few swats, you really give it to her: her behind responds to each //SMACK// with a delightful jiggle, and before long her tushy is warm to the touch. However, you decide to give up on April Landsbottom's naughty bottom just a little too early. The girl is practically beaming as she (if:$spankee_status is "naked")[pulls up her underwear and] straights out her skirt and blouse. She thanks you quickly for her discipline, rushing out of the room -- presumably before you change your mind. Here at Puttsdale High School, discipline is considered an art form. Principal Hawthorne will be disappointed with the way this spanking turned out, and he may not ask for you to act as his replacement again for some time. [[Try again->INTRO]]]

{(if:$soreness is 1)[April flinches as the spank lands.] (if:$soreness is 2)[April gasps softly, her mouth forming a small 'o' in surprise.] (if:$soreness is 3)[April winces and grits her teeth.] (if:$soreness is 4)[April hisses sharply and kicks up her foot.] (if:$soreness is 5)[April squeals, her face flushing with embarassment.] (if:$soreness is 6)[April moans, gripping the edge of the desk tightly to brace herself for another.] (if:$soreness is 7)[April cries out loud: 'Nngah!' She squirms, pushing her bottom higher.] (if:$soreness is 8)[April yelps as the spank makes contact with her hot bottom, biting her lip.] (if:$soreness is 9)[April is whispering pitifully, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...] (if:$soreness is 10)[April wails: 'Aaaaahahahaooowww! It stings!] (if:$soreness is 11)[April is panting hard, and she has tears welling in her eyes.] (if:$soreness is 12)[April's voice is desperate: 'I won't talk in class again! I promise!] (if:$soreness is 13)[April begs: 'Puh-puh-lease! No more spanks! No more spanks!] (if:$soreness is 14)[April grunts softly, fighting back tears.] (if:$soreness is 15)[April reflexively reaches back to cover her poor bottom, but you pin her arm down.] (if:$soreness is 16)[April's voice cracks as the smack ripples her bottom: 'WaaaaaOOWahaha, no!'] (if:$soreness is 17)[April looks at you over her shoulder, eyes full of equal parts humiliation and fury.] (if:$soreness is 18)[April's bares her teeth, her eyes glistening with tears of rage.] (if:$soreness is 19)[April whines: 'Why do you have to spank so haaard?'] (if:$soreness is 20)[April bounces on her toes, trying to ease the rising pain in her rear.] (if:$soreness is 21)[April looks back at you sharply. 'You're enjoying this, aren't you?' she pouts.] (if:$soreness is 22)[April clenches her butt cheeks together and howls in pain.] (if:$soreness is 23)[April lurches forward from the force of your spank. 'Ohmigosh...ohmigosh...'] (if:$soreness is 24)[April's knees are beginning to wobble.] (if:$soreness is 25)[April begs with her nose against the desk: 'Please...no more spanks...my butt is on fire...'] (if:$soreness is 26)[April begins to cry.] (if:$soreness is 27)[April yelps through tears, kicking up her foot again.] (if:$soreness is 28)[April is a blubbering mess.] (if:$soreness is 29)[April bows her head, quietly accepting her punishment.] (if:$soreness is 30)[April sobs bitterly; the spanking is becoming more than she can bear. She definitely seems to have learned her lesson.] (if:$soreness > 30)[April has lost all composure. The tears are flowing, and her mascara runs. It's time to end the spanking.]}

You give April's bottom another hard swat. {(set:$spank_count=$spank_count+1) (if:$implement is "bare hand")[(set:$soreness=$soreness+1)SLAP! ] (if:$implement is "red paddle")[(set:$soreness=$soreness+3)WHAP! ] (if:$implement is "blue tawse")[(set:$soreness=$soreness+5)THWACK! ] (display:"REACTION")}(if:$spank_count>1)[ You've spanked her (print:$spank_count) times.] (unless:$spank_count>25)[{ }[Again?]<again|(click:?again)[(replace:?action)[(display:"AGAIN")]]] [[End spanking->ENDING]](else:)[Don't get carried away! You've spanked this poor girl so much that your arm is getting tired.]

Despite her petit frame, April's bottom has a lovely roundness, tapering from her thin waist like a bell into well-shaped thighs. (if:$spankee_status is "fully clothed")[She's wearing a high-waisted plaid skirt that holds her at her belly button and falls gracefully over her curves](else-if:$spankee_status is "panty-clad")[You can see the redness rising on her round, firm butt cheeks beneath the covering of her blue panties](else-if:$spankee_status is "naked")[Most of the senior boys probably would love to be you right now, looking at April's round behind, each supple cheek practically a perfect sphere]. She is (unless:$April_position is 1)[standing in front of the desk](else:)[bending over the desk, leaning on her elbows with her hands flat on the desk], and her (print:$spankee_status) bottom is (print:$redness). [[Back->PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE]]

As you're leaving, you have a sudden realization. //Since I'm not getting spanked today,// you think, //I can still be a little naughty.// You check over your shoulder to make sure Esther isn't looking. She's sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed, playing a game on her phone. She doesn't notice you slip up the staircase behind her.(unless:$familiars contains "attic")[ //Where did that bookstore lady say the antique books were?// you think to yourself. You creep quietly down the hall, peeping into doorways, hoping you don't accidentally come across the office. Then you spy, directly above you, a pull-down hatch leading to an attic. //Bingo!//(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"attic"))] You hear a raised voice from the first floor just as you're opening the hatch. You hear another voice replying, flustered and scared. Then, moments later, a resounding //WHACK!//(set:$evenlyn_sub=2) //Evelyn will be busy for a while,// you think to yourself, grinning. //My timing is perfect!//(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"rare book")) You come across the brown box rather quickly, since it's right beside the opening of the hatch, beside a box full of plastic softball and swim team trophies. //I'd better only take one for now -- I doubt I can sneak out with all of them.// You take one burgundy-colored tome from the box and hide it under your shirt. As you're leaving you spy Esther's continuing punishment through the kitchen door. Evelyn has her bent over the table, her pert little behind bared and becoming redder with every slap from the metal spatula! //WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!// "Agh! Oh! Mmph! Waaaaaaah!" Poor Esther is kicking up her feet, her blushing butt cheeks clenched. "Please, please, Mistress, it hurts!" "It's supposed to!" Evelyn says, grinning broadly. She doubles down, and Esther's screams become more shrill as you're walking away. You're still wearing a smirk as you quietly open and shut the door, leaving Evelyn to the business of the punishing one naughty maid. //Not two today,// you think. //Maybe tomorrow...but not today!// [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]

(if:$subbed_eve is 2)[Today, as punishment for not finishing the kitchen chores, Evelyn treats your backsides to a taste of her spatula. With both of you leaning side by side over the kitchen sink, you probably could have rinsed the remaining stack of dishes with your tears. You glance over at Esther, whose lip is quivering, hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, elbows locked as she looks straight out the window above the faucet. There’s a glimmer of some distant ecstasy in her eye, even as her chest is heaving from the hiccuping, sputtering sobs. While you’d both been getting it, at least one of Esther’s cries had sounded…//different,// more unbridled than the rest. You’re pretty sure she came while Evelyn was beating her butt and she had her pelvis grinding against the counter. Esther and you get to eat after Evelyn’s finished surveying her handiwork, a lite meal which you both enjoy without your pants on, shifting uncomfortably on the hard kitchen chairs while Evelyn calmly sips her soda. Then you add your dishes to the pile and get to work again…(set:$status=$status+14) ](if:$subbed_eve is 3)[Today, Evelyn brought you and Esther to her bedroom while she worked on emails at a laptop in the corner, instructing you to give each other alternating rounds of 5 lashes each with a cane until the stripes on your bottoms resembled the light from the partially open Venetian blinds in the corner. Then she had you both kneel on the bed with your red bums in the air while she took a phone call on her bluetooth. She walks between the two of you, stroking your blistered cheeks tenderly, exploring the dark space between your thighs. She instructs you to bury your faces in the pillow, and if she sees you peeping, smacks your throbbing hindquarters. "Yes, that’s fine. We’ll meet on the 24th to discuss follow-up from the on-boarding." Seeing Esther trying to glance over her shoulder, she gives a hard, open-palmed slap to the round right cheek of her aching behind, causing her to squeal in pain. "Yes. Hm? Today? Oh no, I’m not going to be able to give that any time this afternoon." You feel Evelyn’s slender fingers caress your rear end, and your eyes cross with the effort of keeping still, your toes curling. "No, I’m too busy. It will have to wait." All the while, you’re in a quake-worthy cross of pain and something else… She takes another call while she’s pleasuring you and Esther with both hands, never stuttering or loosing her train of thought for a moment from the first touch to the moment you both cum, gasping and squirming and pressing your faces deeper into the pillows.(set:$status=$status+15) ](if:$subbed_eve is 4)[Today, mistress made Esther serve as a tray table for a tea set while you were tasked with fitting a glass plug the size of a doorknob into her still-pink heinie. As gently as you worked the bulb in, twisting and spreading her wide for entry, Esther still winced and wriggled, causing Evelyn’s tea to spill and earning her an over the knee spanking, which she took with visible glee while you took her place as the tray table. (set:$status=$status+10) At one point, Evelyn paused between spanks to look down at you. "You see what you’ll get for spilling on my carpet?" You look up at Esther, her eyes wet with ears and shining with joy, her face bright and her behind red, panting hard and gripping the armrest. For a moment, you consider making some wise-crack, like: "I can only hope so, mistress." But instead, you bite the inside of your cheek. You manage to keep the tray steady. She spanks you both anyway, then has you stand in the corner while she finishes her tea and teases you. "Bet you liked that, didn’t you? I bet you were waiting for your spanking, you naughty (print:$gender)." And all you can do is turn your face into the corner to hide your guilty look. ](if:$subbed_eve > 4)[Everything blurs together in a rush of colors, like the laundry cycle Esther runs in her back-less maid's outfit while you feather-dust the pantry. You and Esther are spanked and plugged and teased and spanked some more -- you see Esther take so many swats on her goregeous round behind that you start to think it's your own. At the end, everyone is sated and exhausted and hungry...and ready to start planning the next session, of course. ](set:$subbed_eve=$subbed_eve+1)(set:$evelyn_sub=2)You leave the Grace household that day, as always, with a stinging bottom and a smile on your face. [[Leave->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]]

==><== #DAY (print:$day_count) ##(display:"DAY NAME"), (display:"TIME") <== [[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/QYhH4vB/uptown.png"; width="240" height="240" alt="uptown" >->UPTOWN]] { }[[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/yQKDW9s/bus-stop.png"; width="240" height="240" alt="valley road" >->BUS STOP]] { }[[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/8sv1Hxz/ranch-houses.png"; width="240" height="240" alt="ranch houses" >->RANCH HOUSES]] { }[[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/Wgs90ty/schoolhouse-road.png"; width="240" height="240" alt="schoolhouse road" >->UPPER SCHOOLHOUSE ROAD]] { }[[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/YDFbtj4/lake-street.png"; width="240" height="240" alt="lake street" >->WEST LAKE STREET]] { }[[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/FHhCmwd/belmont-ave.png"; width="240" height="240" alt="belmont ave" >->BELMONT AVE]] { }[[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/TrVTFZV/deacon-cul-de-sac.png"; width="240" height="240" alt="deacon" >->LARGE CUL-DE-SAC]] { }[[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/p4jmv9K/upton-cul-de-sac.png"; width="240" height="240" alt="upton" >->SMALL CUL-DE-SAC]] { }[[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/QMnRX0Y/yew-park.png"; width="240" height="240" alt="park" >->YEW PARK]]{ }[[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/cY2cdkp/valley-road.png"; width="240" height="240" alt="valley road" >->VALLEY ROAD]] { }[[<img src="https://i.ibb.co/MRPjBmF/unmarked-road.png" ; width="494" height="240" alt="road">->UNMARKED ROAD]]

Mandy has her chin propped up on her elbows when you approach her. She stands, unenthused. "Can I help you?" You bite your lower lip, because you know for a fact she can. Elaine is terrified, and you know she has good reason to be: you've seen Mia Ling's abilities with a belt first hand. You're her only hope of avoiding the bottom-warming of a lifetime: you need to get the new glasses yourself before her grandmother realizes they're missing. And your only hope to do //that// is to go through Mandy Peabody, the sole employee of the family-run pharmacy and convenience store uptown. But you aren't sure you're willing to pay her price for it yet... [[Ask for Elaine's prescription|begin]](set:$hp=100)(set:$spank_strength=.7)

"Hey, yeah," you say uncertainly. You're shifting between your left and right foot. "Um... I actually need to, uh, pick something up... for a friend." Mandy is not exceptionally tall, but from behind the pharmacist's counter she towers above you. Her eyes narrow suspiciously, and she stands up to fold her arms. "Oh? And what might that be?" You give her the perscription details. She taps in a few numbers on the clunky gray keyboard and reads the display off the 90s computer monitor with a blank expression. "Elaine Ling?" she says. She turns to you and folds her arms again. "You aren't Elaine Ling." "R-right," you say. "But, well, she said I could come and... you know." "I know the Ling family. They have a store on this block. My mom and Mrs. Ling get lunch together on weekends. Why wouldn't Mrs. Ling just come in and get the prescription herself?" "Um... well, uh, I'm not -- um... " Mandy raises one eyebrow. Her hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail that rests on her left shoulder. She's wearing a red uniform vest over a blue waffle-shirt. You wouldn't think she'd be very intimidating, but something about the hard line of her mouth and permanent glint of annoyance in her hazel eyes makes you want to apologize and leave. [[Continue|story 1]] [[Leave|game over]]

Instead, you swallow hard and raise your face to meet Mandy's eyes, hoping your trepidation isn't showing through. Elaine told you how you'd be able to get the prescription, and you've already decided you're going to do this for your pretty and precocious friend, who has always invited you in for tea, even when she's doing her AP calculus homework on a sore bottom. //Besides, I'm always having a bad influence on her. If anyone should get their ass spanked for it, it's me.// Which is, in fact, what you already know is going to happen. See, Elaine may spend a fair amount of time in the corner, but she's certainly no dunce. She's been in situations before where she's needed to make a purchase without her grandmother knowing before, and she's managed to work out a deal with Mandy Peabody -- who, after all, is just over 21-years-old herself and can certainly understand the challenges of living with family in Puttsdale. The 18-year-old found that she could convince Mandy to overlook certain things -- a soothing lotion here, an ice-pack there -- if she needed to fly under the radar. Once, apparently, Mandy even helped her buy a six-pack from Angelworths to win a bet she'd had with her in-school rival, Doug Boyle. "He still asks me how I did it," Elaine reports proudly. Mandy apparently does not kiss and tell. As with anything, though, there's a price. In fact, there's a very specific exchange rate for favors from Mandy, which Elaine was able to recite to you with almost alarming alacrity. You don't remember all of the details now, but you remember the gist: in exchange for taking certain transactions from her paycheck, Mandy will give you a spanking herself. [[Continue|story 2]]

(if:$exact_change is 1)[//That's it -- Elaine can deal with this herself,// you think. You mumble something about coming back later and leave with your head down. The bell chimes loudly as you push open the door, as though it were mocking you for being such a coward. But really, isn't this Elaine's problem? She already spends plenty of time over her grandmother's knee anyway, and she's probably used to it by now. Besides, she's one summer away from college! She's a big girl, and she needs to solve her own problems. Still, when you think of Mia Ling folding her belt, smiling in that calm and peaceful way she always does before she gives you a swat that's hard enough to peel your underwear off your backside, you can't help but chew your fingernails and feel guilty.](else-if:$exact_change is 2)[Mandy laughs. "Okay, okay." Then she leans on the counter and says in a low voice: "But any time you decide you'd like to try our exchange rate, you just let me know." She winks, and your stomach does another turn. "You've got a cute butt, you know that? I wouldn't mind seeing it around more often. You don't always have to pay in exact change, you know." You pout, but don't reply. Your legs are wobbly as you gingerly pull up your underwear and button your pants. //I'll give you 'exact change,'// you think murderously. But still, the warmth in your bottom isn't the only warm sensation you have as you leave the store, clutching Elaine's glasses in the bag. You shake it off -- maybe you didn't hate the //whole// spanking, but it'll be a while before you try Mandy's exchance rate a second time. //Elaine had better appreciate this!//](else:)[As you leave, the bell on the door chimes excitedly. You walk briskly and with purpose, clutching the bag with Elaine's glasses and smiling to yourself. //You can never have too many friends in a town like this,// you think. You touch your bottom -- even beneath your jeans, the sting is fierce. But it only makes you smile more. You hear a knock on the door behind you and turn. It's Mandy: she blows you a kiss as she turns the "BACK IN 5" over to read "OPEN FOR BUSINESS." You laugh, then blow one back. You have a feeling you'll be back again soon.] [[Leave the pharmacy|UPTOWN]]

"Look," you say, lowering your voice and striking a plaintive note. "Elaine needs to replace her prescription lenses without Mia Ling finding out, and I said I would help her. She can't come herself, because, like you said, her grandma works right down the block, and she's worried what'll happen if she runs into her without her glasses on. So we need a favor." Mandy doesn't say anything, but her ears prick up. "She told me you would... " You flush and trail off. As much time as you spend in Puttsdale, you still haven't gotten used to saying the word outright. "... she said you would make a trade with me. Like. -- like you've made with Elaine before? I know I'm not supposed to --" But before you can finish your sentence, Mandy turns and steps away from the counter. In a moment, she's at the door to the pharmacist's office. You try to say something, but the words catch in your throat. Mandy ignores you and strides to the front of the store, where there's a sign that says "BACK IN 5" tucked behind a display shelf of stationary. She hangs the sign on the front door and turns back to you with her arms folded again. This time, even though she still looks at you as though you're a nuisance interrupting her in the middle of something important, you can detect the faintest gleam of a mischevious smile in her eyes and tugging at the corner of her lips. "Did Elaine tell you the rules?" //The... rules?// You can remember Elaine going through a list of specifics, but to be honest, your brain kind of shut off after you learned you'd be getting spanked by a store clerk your age. "Um, yeah, but I --" "Alright," she says, cutting you off. "Let's go over them." [[Too late to back out now!|learn the rules]]

"First of all," she says, counting on her fingers, "I keep the receipts. So if you ever decide to blab, I will too. Then it will be //both// our asses. And after that, you'll still have me to deal with. Got that?" You certainly do. If Mandy is this hostile to everyone she meets, you don't want to know what she's like after you've pissed her off. You nod. "Good. Secondly, I've got an exchange rate." Here she gives you a vicious grin. "You can decide how you want to break it down, but here are the costs: **- 1 cent is a swat with my hand, and you get to keep your underwear on. - 5 cents is a swat with my hand on your bare butt. - 10 cents, and I get to use my paddle for a swat. - 50 cents is a paddle-swat on the bare.** Now, let's see what you'll owe," she says. She brushes past you and tilts the old-style monitor down towards you. The screen shows Elaine Ling's lens prescription, with a price at the bottom: $25.71. "25 dollars?!" you cry. "And seventy-one cents," Mandy adds. She reaches over the counter and pulls out a small bag containing the desired bifocals. Then she looks at you expectantly. You've never been a math-whiz. But anyway you crunch the numbers, you realize: this spanking is going to //hurt//. [[Offer to pay with cash|offer]] [[Accept the exchange rate|accept]]

"I-I have some cash," you say quickly, reaching for your wallet. "I can just pay it regular, look --" Mandy holds out her hand and shakes her head. "No way," she says firmly. "I don't deal with money for under-the-table deals. I've got a job, and it pays just fine. I'm not going to hide something from Mia Ling just for some spare change -- it isn't worth it for me. Either you take the exchange rate or you don't get the glasses." You hesitate. You consider adding some money on -- heck, you'd pay double! -- but it occurs to you that you don't really have that much money in the first place. Mandy watches you considering your options in silence. Then she shrugs and starts to pack away the glasses again. "W-wait! Hang on a sec!" "So, then, what's it gonna be? I don't have all day." She folds her arms impatiently and taps her foot. "Why do you want to spank me so bad, anyway?" Mandy's eyebrows come together angrily, but she can't suppress a flickering grin. "I've told you the deal. That's //it//. You can take it, or you can leave. Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out." You hesitate again. Your options, it would seem, are slim... [[Leave|game over]] [[Accept the deal|accept]]

You take a deep breath. //This is for Elaine,// you remind yourself -- but it's not without a small, nervous thrill that you nod your head resignedly and say, "O-okay. I'll do it." Mandy's eyes twinkle, but she feigns uncomprehension. "Do what?" she says. //Dammit. Of course, she's gotta make me say it.// "I'll... I'll take a spanking." //Bitch.// Her grin broadens. "Alright, then. Over the counter, pants down." Reluctantly, you begin to unbutton your jeans, and she claps her hand impatiently. "Let's go, let's go! I'm on the clock!" She steps forward, grabs your jeans and the waist, and gives them a hard tug downward. "Hey!" you cry out, your face flushing as your underwear comes down with your pants. The cool air-conditioning catches your backside unawares, and your arms break out in goose-bumps. "Watch it!" You pull your (if:$gender is "girl")[panties](else-if:$gender is "boy")[boxer-briefs] back up and give Mandy a sharp, resentful look. Having glimpsed your bare bottom, Mandy looks downright gleeful. She rubs her hands together with palpable excitement. "Alright, then," she says in a sing-song voice. "Over the (if:$gender is "girl")[panties](else-if:$gender is "boy")[boxer-briefs] will earn you 1 cent for every swat." She laughs. "Better count your pennies!"(set:$multiplier=1) Grumbling, you bend over the counter with your pants bunched around your ankles. You set your elbows down, and Mandy presses on the small of your back to make you arch and stick out your bottom. Already, you can feel the heat rising in your face. //Am I really doing this?// [[Continue|earn store credit]]

(if:$exact_change is 1)[Mandy is going to spank you until you can pay off the full $25.71 for Elaine's glasses. You'll have to count the swats. You can let Mandy (unless:$bottom is "bared")[{ }[[bare your bottom]] ](else:)[[[pull your underwear back up|bare your bottom]] ] or (unless:$peabody_paddle is "equipped")[{ }[[switch to the paddle]]](else:)[[[switch to using her hand|switch to the paddle]]]. ]"Be sure to count out loud, or we might lose track!" Mandy says, doing nothing to contain how pleased she is to have you in this position. "You ready?" ["... I'm ready." (color:green)[EARNED: $(print:($store_credit).toFixed(2))]]<begin|{ }(click-replace:?begin)[(live: 2s)[(set:$earning=0)(set:$hp=$hp-$spank_strength)(set:$total_spanks=$total_spanks+1)(display:"sound") "(print:$total_spanks)!"(set:$earning=($multiplier/100))(set:$store_credit=$store_credit+$earning)(if:$hp<=70)[(set:$between_spanks=$between_spanks+1)] (color:green)[EARNED: $(print:($store_credit).toFixed(2))] (color:red)[STAMINA: (print:($hp).toFixed(0))%] (display:"bottom") (if:$store_credit>=25.71)[{ }[[You've earned enough!|finish]]]]]

(unless:$bottom is "bared")[At this rate, you're never going to get anywhere. Gritting your teeth and screwing up your courage, you cry out: "Bare-bottom!"(set:$spank_strength=$spank_strength+.5) Mandy steps back from her target. You open one eye cautiously to look at her as she leans beside you, beaming down at you with her hand against the side of her face, looking as though you'd just given her an early birthday present. "You want me to bare your bottom, then?" she says, her anticipation barely masked. You nod, and try your best not to squeal when you feel her fingers reach into the waistband of your undies and yank them unceremoniously to your knees.(set:$multiplier=$multiplier*5) But you can't help it. "Eep!" you squeak. You cover your face. Now your bare bottom is facing the storefront window, and Mandy is looking at your naked cheeks with a hungry look in her eye. "Alright then," she says in her usual way, as though she were counting out exact change, "that means you get... what is it now?... oh yeah, (print:$multiplier) cents per spank!" She steps behind you again, and you feel your stomach sink. You still have a ways to go.(set:$bottom="bared") [[Continue|earn store credit]]](else:)["Okay," you say, feeling your bare butt has had more than enough exposure. "I'd like my underwear back on, please." Mandy pouts. "Aw, no fun. I was enjoying the view!"(set:$bottom=0)(set:$spank_strength=$spank_strength-.5) You grumble as she pulls your underwear back onto your toasted buns. The spanks will be worth less, but the extra padding will be worth it... at least for a little while!(set:$multiplier=$multiplier/5) [[Continue|earn store credit]]]

(unless:$peabody_paddle is "equipped")[The sting of Mandy's hand is nothing to scoff at, for sure -- that girl rings up customers for a living, and she's got excellent wrist control. Still, maybe because you're feeling brave, maybe because you're starting to worry that someone might peek in through the storefront window and see the humiliating transaction taking place, or maybe because you're just plain nuts, you shut your eyes tight and say: "You can use the paddle!"(set:$spank_strength=$spank_strength+2.5) Mandy doesn't hear you -- or, at least, she pretends not to. "What was that?"(set:$peabody_paddle="equipped")(set:$multiplier=$multiplier*10) You clench your fist. "The paddle," you repeat. "Y-you can paddle me." For a moment, you don't hear anything. But when you look over your shoulder, you see Mandy standing at the register at the front of the store, rifling through a cabinet. She pulls out a //very// large paddle, complete with an embossed PEABODY PHARMACY on the face. She returns to your side craddling the paddle. "My parents used to use it to punish shoplifters," she explains. "It's 100% oak, hand-crafted too." She swings it, and it makes a startlingly loud //woosh!// as it cuts through the air. "They don't make 'em like this anymore." You're about to say something mouthy about precisely //why// they don't make implements of cruel and unusual punishment like the menacing paddle she holds in her hands, but you bite your tongue. //This is going to be bad enough without giving her an excuse... // [[Continue|earn store credit]]](else:)[Mandy is lifting the paddle for another fearsome swat when you blurt out: "WAIT!" She pauses, and your speak frantically. "Nomorepaddlenomorepaddlenomorepaddle!" you squeak, eyes closed tight. "Alright then," Mandy says, "we'll go back to using my hand."(set:$peabody_paddle=0)(set:$multiplier=$multiplier/10)(set:$spank_strength=$spank_strength-2.5) The swats are worth less money now, but the relief you feel as she sets the dreaded paddle aside is well worth it. For now, at least... [[Continue|earn store credit]]]

(set:$exact_change=$exact_change+1)"Well," Mandy says, taking a step back to admire her work -- your bottom is a sore, strawberry-red. "I'm guessing this isn't your first spanking, now, is it?" She grins and gives your right butt cheek a gentle pat and a squeeze. "Hmp!" Sullenly, you don't respond, although there's an undeniable fluttering sensation in your stomach, which increases as you stand and place one hand against your warm behind. You wince: you're definitely going to be sleeping on your tummy tonight. "Alright then," she says, her voice returning to the normal cadence of a cashier, as though she hadn't just spanked your bottom to bright red over her pharmaceutical counter. You scowl, but she pretends not to notice as she rings up Elaine's glasses and punches a few buttons on the keyboard. "Your total is $25.71, and you're paid off in full." She puts the glasses in a back that says THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATRONAGE with a smiley face. You take it and mumble, "Thanks." You still haven't pulled up your pants, so you're standing in the middle of the store with your spanked bottom on display. "And now you're on your way." Then she turns with a mischevious look and says, "Unless you'd like to earn some store credit?" Your stomach does a turn. [["No way!"|game over]](if:$sub_space is 1)[ [[Take more for store credit|keep going]]]

"I- um... " you tilt your head, still looking at the floor. You're trying to find the words for what you're about to ask. Then, when you angle your eyes up again to met with Mandy's, you discover that you don't have to. "Come here, naughty (print:$gender)," she says, a wolfish grin spreading across her face. "You just have signed a check your ass can't cash." What follows makes the BACK IN 5 sign a total liar. Mandy takes you over her knee until your backside feels hot enough to fry an egg. You let her try out all of the ointment scents on your bare bottom between rounds of spankings in the aisles, bending over snack foods with your pants at your ankles. Finally, when the pain becomes too much, you go to the freezer aisle and stick your bottom in with the tubs of ice cream. Mandy finds this so funny that she doubles over laughing. Even with tears pouring down your face, you have to admit that you find it pretty funny too. (set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+2)(color:yellow)[+2 SUBMISSIVENESS!] You aren't sure //why// you couldn't get enough of Mandy's spankings. Something just... //clicked//. Which is exactly how it felt when, after a particularly well-rhythmed round of paddle swats, Mandy grabbed you around your waist, turned you over, and kissed you on the mouth. She kissed you in a few other places as well. The pain and the pleasure were unimaginable -- you're sure you'll be remembering this day for a long while to come. When you finally leave (Mandy had to reopen the store at //some// point), you give her a kiss on the neck and say, "So how much store credit did I earn?" Now it's Mandy's turn to blush. "Oh, I... I kinda lost track," she admits, scratching the back of her head. "It was probably a lot, though... " "We'll call it even," you say. "But I may ask you for a favor in the future. And you'll owe me!"(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Mandy Peabody - FRIEND")) Mandy's grin broadens. "Anytime."(set:$exact_change=$exact_change+1) [[Continue|game over]]

{(if:$hp >= 91)[Mandy's swats are hard, but you're taking them well. Your bottom jiggles with each contact, but the pain so far isn't bad. You clench your fists each time her (if:$peabody_paddle is "equipped")[paddle](else:)[hand] comes down, and a gentle blush rises on your pale behind.] (else-if:$hp >= 82)[Your seat is beginning to feel warm, and a soft pink glow is rising in your bottom. Mandy alternates between cheeks, and with each spank, a small and plaintive sound escapes your throat, and your grip on the counter becomes tighter.] (else-if:$hp >= 73)[Now your tushy is starting to really feel it, and the white-hot embarassment in your face seems to be paired in your rear end. For the first time, your leg kicks up involuntarily, and you groan as your bottom takes on an evenly pink hue, your (if:$bottom is "bared")[naked ]cheeks like scoops of strawberry ice cream(unless:$bottom is "bared")[ beneath the underwear that hardly protects them].] (else-if:$hp >= 64)["Ow! OW! It //hurts//!" You whine out loud, unable to hold it in anymore! Your derrierre is now scarlet, and you bounce on your tiptoes between swats. "It //huuuurts!//"] (else-if:$hp >= 55)[You slap your hand on the counter. "Omigosh!" Each spank stings anew, and you feel tears rising behind your eyes. Now your bottom and thighs are as red as a summer apple, and you feel as though steam were about to start rising from your hindquarters.] (else-if:$hp >= 46)[Each spank has you wailing now, your backside fully heated, practically vermillion at your sit-spots where Mandy has so cruelly concentrated. You aren't going to be able to sit for days. More humiliating still, you feel the first tear roll down your warm cheek.] (else-if:$hp >= 37)[The pain is fantastic, and the fire in your backside is rising still. Your poor bottom is cherry-red, dancing and clenching beneath the swats as you fight back tears, clenching your teeth and plotting your revenge... ] (else-if:$hp >= 28)["Gaaaah!" You squeal as yet another blistering spank lands on your tender heinie, a new tremendous pain lighting your behind as your cheeks roil, displaying for a moment your dark rosebud between your dark and rosey buttocks. Your bottom is now a splendid scarlet.] (else-if:$hp >= 19)[You gasp and sob as the searing pain grows with every spank, trying to shut your eyes against the humiliation, only to have them snap open in shock each time another swat lands on your fire-red butt. You think your brain is about to break.] (else-if:$hp >= 10)[Tears are streaming down your cheeks as your spanking continues, your bottom and thighs now a deep vermillion, painfully hot to the touch, and still jiggling beneath the unending blows. //I... can't... take... much... more... // "AAAAIIIEEEEEahahaahah!"] (else-if:$hp >= 3)[Now thoroughly chastised, you submit to your spanking with one foot hovering off of the floor, your face flushed and wet, occasionally overcome with hiccuping sobs. Your undulating, rear end is now a dark, unforgiving crimson.] }(else-if:$hp > 0)[You have entered a perfect sub-space. All of your muscles relax, even those in your raw-beaten butt. A blissful smile spreads across your wet, tear-stained face, and your eyes cross. //Oh my god I'm... actually ENJOYING this... //(set:$sub_space=1)]{ }(else:)[(replace:?begin)["Stop!" The word escapes from your lips before you can hold your tongue. The pain is too much -- your bottom is ruby-red and swollen, and you won't be sitting comfortably for a week. But however far you've come, you can't go any further. "I... I give up," you say, your legs trembling. "N-no more spanking, please!"(set:$sub_space=0) [[Give up|game over]]]] [[Distract|pause option 1]] (if:$hp<=70)[{}[[Complain|pause option 2]]] (if:$hp<=40)[{}[[Beg|pause option 3]]]

[(set:$success_chance=(random:1,2))]"Hey, look!" you say, trying to glance over your shoulder. You need some relief for your buns -- just small pause for the swats to let up. "I-I think you have a customer!" (if:$success_chance is 1)[Mandy opens her mouth to deny it, but then a thought seems to occur to her. She steps away towards the door, and you sigh with relief as your aching bottom unclenches. You hear a chime, and the door opens. Mandy greets someone at the other side, and you hear a voice in return. Your face blushes bright red as Mandy casually brings the customer inside, rings them up, and jokes playfully, all while you're bent over at the back of the store with a spanked bottom on display. You lay your face miserably on the counter and hope the customer doesn't recognize you. //Oh, well,// you think miserably. //At least I get a few moment to rest... // Still, as you hear them talking about you, the embarassment makes your ears burn.(set:$hp=$hp+7) A few moments later, she returns. "I explained that you were trying to pick up a prescription that wasn't yours," she says smugly. "Which is true, isn't it? They said you deserve what you get. Now," she says, rolling up her sleeves, "where were we?" [[Continue|earn store credit]]]{ }(else:)[Mandy scoffs. "Nice try," she says. She returns to spanking you without a second thought. //Dang it!// [[Continue|earn store credit]]]

(if:$between_spanks % 5 is 0)[(set:$success_chance=1)](else:)[(set:$success_chance=0)]"Mandy, please, it hurts!" you whine, shifting between your feet. You hope that your complaining will make her take just a little pity on your poor bottom, which is starting to feel seriously tender. You arch your back and glance over your shoulder with a pleading look in your eyes.(set:$between_spanks=0) (unless:$first_try_complain is 0)[(if:$success_chance is 1)[Mandy drops her arm and sighs. "Well, what did you //think// it was going to feel like?" she asks. Still, she's apparently feeling merciful, because she (if:$peabody_paddle is "equipped")[sets her paddle on the counter and ]rubs your right cheek soothingly. You gasp at first from the coolness of her touch, but then sigh with relief. Mandy massages your right buttock, then the left, in a pleasurable circular motion. After about a minute, she stops and gives your behind a playful pat. "Better?" she asks.(set:$hp=$hp+15) You nod meekly. Your bottom //does// feel a bit less stingy. "Then let's pick up where we left off." [[Continue|earn store credit]]]{ }(else:)["Good. It's //supposed// to hurt," Mandy says simply. You can hear the smile in her voice -- //She's actually pleased with herself, the sadist!// -- and you scowl as she continues your spanking without missing one painful beat. [[Continue|earn store credit]]]](else:)[Mandy drops her arm and sighs. "Well, what did you //think// it was going to feel like?" she asks. Still, she's apparently feeling merciful, because she (if:$peabody_paddle is "equipped")[sets her paddle on the counter and ]rubs your right cheek soothingly. You gasp at first from the coolness of her touch, but then sigh with relief. Mandy massages your right buttock, then the left, in a pleasurable circular motion. After about a minute, she stops and gives your behind a playful pat. "Better?" she asks.(set:$hp=$hp+10) You nod meekly. Your bottom //does// feel a bit less stingy. "Then let's pick up where we left off."(set:$first_try_complain=1) [[Continue|earn store credit]]]

(if:$between_spanks % 11 is 0)[(set:$success_chance=1)](else:)[(set:$success_chance=0)]"Plleeeeasse!" you cry, your bottom on fire and your eyes brimming with tears, "I-I can't take any more spanking!" You try desperately to turn and cover your behind, and Mandy grabs your wrist. Your chest is rising and falling swiftly with each panting breath. Your eyes meet, and for a moment, everything is still.(set:$between_spanks=0) (unless:$first_try_beg is 0)[(if:$success_chance is 1)[Mandy lets her shoulders fall. "Alright, wait here," she says (as though you'd try to walk away with your pants down and your bottom the color of a ripened peach). You sniffle and place your cheek flat on the counter as Mandy's footsteps recede. A few moments later, she returns holding a small container. "You're lucky I just opened a new one," she says. Then you feel something cold on your bottom, and you give a small cry -- but a moment later, the icy touch melts into a soft, cooling spread. You sigh contentedly as Mandy rubs the balm across your cheeks, then your thighs, and then -- "Eep!"(set:$hp=$hp+15) "Oh, hush. You're lucky I'm putting this on at all," she says. She bites her tongue in concentration as she coats the last bare spots of your behind, then sets the jar of ointment on the counter in front of your tear-stained face. "Now, kiss it for good luck." You're so grateful for the relief that you don't even hesitate to give the container a quick peck, and you even smile despite your situation. Mandy, apparently pleased with herself, caps the container and puts it away. Then, she places a hand on your back to make you arch further. "Stick it out, you naughty (print:$gender)," she says, grinning. "We're not through yet!" [[Continue|earn store credit]]]{ }(else:)[Mandy is apparently unmoved. "It's just a spanking," she says smugly. "Be a big (print:$gender)." You glare at her through tears, but there's nothing you can do except to groan and brace yourself for more. [[Continue|earn store credit]]]](else:)[Mandy lets her shoulders fall. "Alright, wait here," she says (as though you'd try to walk away with your pants down and your bottom the color of a ripened peach). You sniffle and place your cheek flat on the counter as Mandy's footsteps recede. A few moments later, she returns holding a small container. "You're lucky I just opened a new one," she says. Then you feel something cold on your bottom, and you give a small cry -- but a moment later, the icy touch melts into a soft, cooling spread. You sigh contentedly as Mandy rubs the balm across your cheeks, then your thighs, and then -- "Eep!"(set:$hp=$hp+30) "Oh, hush. You're lucky I'm putting this on at all," she says. She bites her tongue in concentration as she coats the last bare spots of your behind, then sets the jar of ointment on the counter in front of your tear-stained face. "Now, kiss it for good luck." You're so grateful for the relief that you don't even hesitate to give the container a quick peck, and you even smile despite your situation. Mandy, apparently pleased with herself, caps the container and puts it away. Then, she places a hand on your back to make you arch further. "Stick it out, you naughty (print:$gender)," she says, grinning. "We're not through yet!"(set:$first_try_beg=1) [[Continue|earn store credit]]]

Just as you're getting out of bed, your phone chimes. You pad barefoot to where it's charging and see it's a text from Elaine Ling. (color:green)[//Hey, are you awake? I need a major favor with something.//] As it just so happens, you //are// awake. Whether you're willing to do a major favor today is another matter... [[Reply to her|exact change accepted]]

And you're always willing to do a favor for the shy, pretty, and pitiable granddaughter of Mia Ling. So you text her back quickly, and without moments you receive a long, clearly pre-typed message. (color:green)[//Okay, so you know Doug Boyle at PHS? Well, he came over to my house last night while grandma was at the store doing accounting and, I shouldn't have let him in, but he kept asking, so he came in and...//] You scroll through the wall of text, blinking at the screen. You're going to need some coffee before you fully understand this one. Elaine, you've learned, has a tendency to babble when she's embarrassed, and apparently that extends to her texting, too. But the long and short of it is this: Elaine needs her new pair of glasses -- the prescription on her lenses is so high, she can hardly see without them. And if her grandmother Mia discovers that she was careless enough to let her own pair break, she'll be in for a spanking that people will be able to hear in the next town over, and that's about, oh, 45 miles away. (set:$exact_change=1) You shoot back a quick message while the coffee's brewing. (color:green)[so what do you need me for?] This reply takes longer, but it's much briefer. (color:green)[//I ordered a new pair, but need you to pick up my prescription for me at the Peabody Pharmacy.//] //Oh, that's all?// you think. The Peabody Pharmacy is just down the road. It'll be no problem at all. You're about to text her this when another message arrives. (color:green)[//The problem is money. As in, I don't have any. I'm not sure what my lenses cost, but I'll need you to cover it for me. I promise I'll make it up to you!!!//] You raise your eyebrows. For someone as grammar-conscious as Elaine to use three exclamation points means she must really be desperate. Unfortunately, you aren't exactly flush with cash yourself, and you tell her so. After a few moments, your phone chimes again. (color:green)[//It's okay,//] Elaine says. (color:green)[//There's another way.//] She proceeds to describe an arrangement that makes your eyebrows practically lift right off your face. You set the phone down and look blankly into your mug. A few of the details are lost in the babbling, but the main gist is simple: if you don't have enough cash, Mandy Peabody -- who runs the pharmacy for her parents -- will happily spank you in exchange for store credit. (color:green)[//I totally, completely understand if you don't want to do it. I just had to ask because...well, because I'm out of options! Grandma is home all day, and I'm a terrible liar. It's only a matter of time before she finds out I'm wearing my old glasses!!! Please -- you've got to help me!//] //Oh, boy,// you think, looking at your worried reflection in the black surface of your coffee. //What have I gotten myself into?// Still unsure of whether you'll actually //do// it, you take the prescription info from Elaine, making no promises. Elaine isn't pushy, but you can hear the pleading tone in her voice as she says: (color:green)[//And if you're going to do it, it has to be before noon. That's when Grandma and I have tea on Saturdays, and she's bound to notice then...//] You sigh. But what is it they say about a friend in need? And when has Elaine asked you for anything before? You slide your phone into your pocket and glance at the clock. It's time to start the day. [[Begin the day|EMPTY APARTMENT]](set:$mia_loc="home")

{ }(click:?bed)[(replace:?loc)[(display:"LOCATION")(set:$location="on the bed")(replace:?options)[(display:"OPTIONS")]]](click:?window)[(replace:?loc)[(display:"LOCATION")(set:$location="in front of the window")(replace:?options)[(display:"OPTIONS")]]](click:?desk)[(replace:?loc)[(display:"LOCATION")(set:$location="over the desk")(replace:?options)[(display:"OPTIONS")]]]{ }(click:?C)[(replace:?sta)[(display:"CLOTHING STATUS")(set:$c_status="over their clothes")(replace:?options)[(display:"OPTIONS")](replace:?options)[(display:"OPTIONS")]]](click:?P)[(replace:?sta)[(display:"CLOTHING STATUS")(set:$c_status="over their panties")(replace:?options)[(display:"OPTIONS")]]](click:?B)[(replace:?sta)[(display:"CLOTHING STATUS")(set:$c_status="on their bare bottoms")(replace:?options)[(display:"OPTIONS")]]]{ }(click:?1)[(replace:?pos)[(display:"POSITION")(set:$position="bent over, touching toes")(replace:?options)[(display:"OPTIONS")]]](click:?2)[(replace:?pos)[(display:"POSITION")(set:$position="over your knee")(replace:?options)[(display:"OPTIONS")]]](click:?3)[(replace:?pos)[(display:"POSITION")(set:$position="on their backs with their legs in the air")(replace:?options)[(display:"OPTIONS")]]](if:$location is "in front of the window" and $c_status is "on their bare bottoms" and $position is "bent over, touching toes")[(replace:?spa)[[[Get started->SITUATION A]]]]{ }(if:$location is "on the bed" and $c_status is "over their panties" and $position is "on their backs with their legs in the air")[(replace:?spa)

(if:$location is "on the bed" and $c_status is "over their panties" and $position is "on their backs with their legs in the air")[(display:"SITUATION B")]{ }(else-if:$location is "in front of the window" and $c_status is "on their bare bottoms" and $position is "bent over, touching toes")[(display:"SITUATION A")]{ }(else:)[Obediently, both of the girls take their positions (print:$location). (if:$position is "over the knee")[Selma is the first over your lap -- and if you didn't know better, you'd have said she chose first almost //too// eagerly. Louisa stands beside the bed, awkwardly folding and unfolding her hands.] (if:$c_status is "over their panties" or "on their bare bottoms")[They unbutton their jeans and wriggle their pants down to their ankles, moving almost in unison.(if:$c_status is "on their bare bottoms")[ Panties follow soon after.] Selma wears blue underwear, and Louisa wears green. You imagine the girls stripped entirely naked other than their panties, everything from hair bands to socks removed -- would you be able to tell them apart by anything other than these colors?] "Alright," you say, "I'll be spanking you both (print:$position) -- no covering. Got it?" Louisa grumbles something you can't quite hear, but you don't like her tone. "What was that?" She sighs. "I said," she repeats, "do we need to call you (if:$gender is "male")['sir?'](else-if:$gender is "female")['ma'am?']" "Oh," you say. "Well..." you continue, tilting your head as you think about it. [{}[Yes]<y|(click:?y)[(replace:?choice)["Yes, that will be fine," you say.(if:$gender is "male")[(set:$kink_name="sir")](if:$gender is "female")[(set:$kink_name="ma'am")]]] [No]<n|(click:?n)[(replace:?choice)["That's okay," you say.]] [Something else]<s|(click:?s)[(replace:?choice)[(set:$kink_name=(prompt:"How should the twins address you during their spanking?","NAME"))"Actually, call me (print:$kink_name)"]]]<choice| //I think I can get used to this...// [[Continue|DOUBLE TROUBLE 2]]]

From the first hard //clap// of your (unless:$implement is 0)[(print:$implement)](else:)[firm hand] on Selma's right butt cheek, the spanking is a sight to behold. Before long, cries of "Yes, (unless:$kink_name is 0)[(print:$kink_name)](else:)[(print:$name)]!" and "We're sorry, (unless:$kink_name is 0)[(print:$kink_name)](else:)[(print:$name)]!" and "It hurts, (unless:$kink_name is 0)[(print:$kink_name)](else:)[(print:$name)] are ringing out, punctuated by yelps of pain and hard //pops// as your spanks fall on their mirror image bottoms, (if:$c_status is "over their panties" or "on their bare bottoms")[coloring them faintly sunset-pink at first, then strawberry red, and finally a dark, warm crimson that's hot to the touch]. The girls struggle, at first, to out-brave each other, but after a fifth round of alternating swats, they're both squirming (print:$position) and pleading weakly. It's nearly half-an-hour before your arm starts to get tired, then another 10 minutes before you decide to let up. The girls practically collapse with the moment you tell them their spanking is over. Then, standing beside each other and massaging their tender backsides with both hands, they sing out in unison:(unless:$given contains "Selma Gemini")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Selma Gemini"))](unless:$given contains "Louisa Gemini")[(set:$given=$given+(a:"Louisa Gemini"))] "Thank you for our spanking, (unless:$kink_name is 0)[(print:$kink_name)](else:)[(print:$name)]." Louisa looks throughoughly chastised, and she's blushing darkly. Selma is too...but it's a different kind of blush, and you catch a glimmer of a shy smile when you're giving them a final stern look. As you're leaving, you have a spring in your step. //I need to send their parents a gift or something,// you think, the image of their identical bare bottoms still blazing in your mind. //It's the least I can do!// [[Leave->SMALL CUL-DE-SAC]]

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As you're buttoning your pants and leaving the principal's office, sniffling softly, you spy from the corner of your eye a staircase that you hadn't seen before. //The high school has a fourth floor?// you think to yourself. //Oh, that's right -- Elaine told me about the study rooms up there.// Elaine told you that she's just about the only student who uses those rooms for their intended purposes. Principal Hawthorne has to break up make-out sessions up there about three to four times a day. It might seem unwise to risk getting caught like that when you go to a school with paddling -- but that really just seems to add to the thrill. Your curiousity grows. [[Go up the stairs|THE FOURTH FLOOR]] [[Leave|HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]

The fourth floor of the high school has a sequestered hallway with quiet study rooms, each room with a single table, six to eight chairs, a chalkboard, and a window overlooking the front courtyard. Most of the time, the study halls are unreserved — the chalkboards have inappropriate messages scrawled and poorly erased, and the glass has handprints (and other prints) from student’s semi-private make-out sessions. Right now, though, you notice that the first study room is in use — the //intended// use, no less. Elaine Ling is sitting with her back to the door, a series of complicated notes outlined on the board, a stack of papers and library books beside her. You aren’t sure if the glass walls that make the study-rooms resemble aquariums are soundproofed or not. Either way, Elaine doesn’t notice you in the hallway. Neither does she notice the next visitor — a scruffy looking boy in a blue windbreaker, an uneven beard sidewinding along his cheeks, a pointed chin and a large brow, green eyes like some sort of trickster god. You instinctively duck into the other study room as he passes you, and you hear a soft //click// as the door to Elaine’s study room opens. You still aren’t sure if the study rooms are soundproofed, and you won’t find out now, because the boy leaves the door wide open behind him. //Curiouser and curiouser,// you think. You decide to slip over to the partial wall at the foot of the stairs to the roof — from behind it, you have a perfect vantage point. //Does Elaine, the most studious girl you’ve ever met, have a boy toy?// She turns in her chair, an indignant expression on her face. She’s wearing her black-framed glasses, and her jet-black hair is pulled back in a ponytail. "I have this room reserv — Doug?" Her mouth drops open slightly, her expression suddenly puzzled. "What are you doing here?" [[Continue->1]]

Doug grins. "What do you think I’m doing? I came to study, of course." Elaine rolls her eyes. "You don’t believe me?" She turns back to her work. "You haven’t studied since they stopped making video game magazines with cheat codes in them, Doug Boyle." "O-ho!" Doug laughs, grabbing his chest with one hand and pulling out a chair with the other. "Nice one, Ling. You know where to hit where it hurts." "Don’t you have some stupid prank to be pulling somewhere else?" "My pranks aren’t stupid." "All pranks are //objectively// stupid, especially yours. So go pull them somewhere else." Doug makes a face as though he were thinking hard. Then, he pats his hands on the desk. "Nope." Elaine sighs. "What? Am I really that bad as company?" For a moment, he actually seems hurt. Elaine looks at him a bit guiltily. "No, it’s just —" "Since you transferred here again, I feel like you’ve been avoiding me." He looks down. "I thought we were friends, Ling." Now Elaine narrows her eyes. "Don’t- you- y-you brought a water gun to our history class just so you could spray me with it!" "Oh, come on now —" "The whole class could see through my shirt! And you yelled ‘Nip-polean loses at Waterloo!’" "It was just a joke, Ling." "Well, I’m pretty wary about your jokes." "I’m sorry." "Sure you are." "The truth is, I just like how red you get when you’re embarrassed." Elaine hunches her shoulders angrily. "Like that!" Doug declares. "Just go away — you don’t even have any studying to do." "No, I don’t. But then again, neither do you," he says, picking up the topmost textbook from her pile. "Ah. The Modern World of Calculus. Did the library have to special order this for you?" Elaine reaches for it, but he holds the book just out of reach. "Give that back!" "You know this stuff isn’t on the exam, right? You could just go home!" "Well, I don’t wanna risk it," Elaine says, finally snatching the book. "So if you don’t mind —" "That’s always the thing with you, isn’t it?" Doug says, in a way that doesn’t seem like a question at all. He leans back as though seeing her for the first time. "You don’t want to risk anything. Don’t you ever just want to…you know, throw the dice?" Elaine rolls her eyes again. "I’m serious!" Doug protests. "You need to loosen up. Wing it sometimes — you’re smart enough to get by. Take a gamble every once in a while." Now Elaine raises one eyebrow. She doesn’t say anything, and her body language is closed off, shoulders raised as though she isn’t listening. But she doesn’t break eye contact. As easily as anything, Doug leans back again. "How about a wager?" [[Continue->2]]

"On what?" "On anything. I just want to see if you’ll do it." "First you have to make a wager. I know enough about betting to know that." "Would you take your panties off for me, right here in the study room?" Elaine wrinkles her nose, and the force of her answer reverberates across the walls: "//Frick// no!" Doug grins. "Well, how about a wager on that?" "On…what?" "I bet you that you will voluntarily take off your panties, right here, in front of me, in the study room. Do you think you’ll do that?" "Absolutely, positively, most definitely //not//." "Then take the bet." "Why would you ever make such a stupid bet that you’re bound to lose?" Doug leans back, his wolfish smile widening as he folds his hands behind his head. "Because I like to take risks. Besides, you never know." "I most certainly //do// know." "Then take the bet." For a moment, Elaine is silent. Then she straightens in her chair, pushing her math in front of her, slowly. "…What do I get when I win?" "//If// you win." "Doug, I —" "You get the same thing as I do," Doug says, leaning forward. "We’re going to risk something we’re both very familiar with: a spanking. If I win, I get to spank you. And if you win, you get to spank me." "And why the heck would I want that?" "Oh, come one," Doug says with a wry face. "You wouldn’t love to teach me a lesson for all of those times I’ve pulled pranks on you?" Elaine doesn’t answer, but her face softens. She strums her fingers on the desk, considering. Then, she begins sharply: "But how will we know I —" "So you’d accept? You’d take that bet?" "I didn’t say that." "But you’d do it for a chance to spank me?" Doug looks wildly elated, as though he’d guessed something with a one in a million shot. "Oh, Ling. Oh, Ling, this is very, very telling." Elaine reddens slightly, but presses on with her question. "What I was //saying// way," she begins testily, "how will we know when I’ve won? My side of the wager is a negative: I //don’t// take off my panties. So how long do I have to hold out? Can I just get up and leave?" Doug shook his head. "No, you can’t leave me just yet. How about we set a timer. Let’s say…10 minutes?" Elaine cocks her head, her nose wrinkled. In a soft voice she says, "Really, Doug. Why are you doing this?" "I told you. I want to see if you’ll take the bet." "But —" "You think there’s a chance you’ll take your panties off for me, right here, in 10 minutes?" "No!" "Then let’s shake on it." Outside, the sun is low in the sky, and the rays of light from the far window catch the dust and throw shimmers of refracted light off the whiteboard and throughout the room. It’s the kind of Spring day that lulls you into security — other high schoolers right now are forgetting their responsibilities, meeting at fast food restaurants, flirting and laughing and gossiping. In the park, lovers walk with their pets, leaning against each other and whispering like the sound of wind sweeping across the trees. At the smaller cul-de-sac, a girl in her twenties is drifting lazily on a tire swing, reaching down so her fingers brush the tall grass. And here, in the study room, you watch two students shake hands on what might just be the strangest bet you’ve ever seen. [[Continue->3]]

"Okay, the timer is set," Elaine says, her voice brimming with confidence. "Now what?" Doug scratches the back of his head. "I honestly didn’t think I’d get this far," he says, and Elaine laughs in spite of herself. "Well, I guess now we just talk. How was your day?" "How was my //day//?" "What? That isn’t interesting enough?" "Maybe when I’m spanking your butt I can teach you something about conversation," Elaine says. She gives him a catty look. "Those sorts of questions typically come //before// you bet someone they’re going to take their panties off." "I’ve got it all backwards, don’t I?" "Uh-huh." Elaine is grinning now. She’s enjoying herself. You can tell she always enjoys herself with Doug, even with all of his teasing and joking and pranks. She casts her eyes downward, only for a split second, and in a moment seems to take all of him in — is she thinking about him in…//that// way? //Or maybe she’s just thinking about how she’ll be positioning him in 9 and a half minutes,// you think to yourself. You’ve got your watch set to match their timer. "I actually had a pretty interesting day," Doug says, leaning back in his chair. "Oh?" "Yeah, I actually went to the chemistry lab today. Not during class, obviously." "Obviously." "No, no. I snuck in there while Dr. Klein was on lunch — did you know she takes an hour lunch? She can do it because she’s got a free period right after it. Anyway, it’s a perfect chance for me to get in there, do a little experimenting." "What’d you do? Try to blow something up?" "Ling, please. I grew out of blowing stuff up in the 3rd grade." "Hah! Sure." "Seriously, I did! The thing I was working on today didn’t explode at all. In fact, it still hasn’t even reacted." "It...what do you mean?" "Well, basically," Doug begins, "I made this enzyme that suppresses chemical reactions. Basically just a polymeric carbohydrate, except instead of polysaccharide units, it’s essentially a monosaccharide. Which means it —" "Increases compound stability while reducing dextrose, I know how starches work, Doug," Elaine interrupts. "Why were you doing that?" "That’s only half of it, though. I also included a compound that would gradually form a dimethylsulfide under conductive heat." "So eventually, the starch you made would dissolve," Elaine says. "Leaving you with what?" "Leaving you with the last ingredient, which was mucunade." "Mucunade?" Elaine knits her brow. "There’s nothing called mucunade in the chemistry lab." "You’re right. It isn’t a chemical, even. It’s naturally occurring. You can find it in Yew Park," he says, and produces a dry looking seed pod from his pocket. "Maple seeds." "And what do the maple seeds do?" "Well, the maple seeds contain a high concentrate of mucunade, which can be ground down into what is, essentially…itching powder." Elaine opens her mouth to speak, then stops. Her eyes widen, as though something were dawning on her. She pales and stares at him. If Doug notices this, he doesn’t let on. He’s looking out the window, rocking on the back legs of his chair with his arms folded over his belly. "Yeah, so basically," he continues without looking at her. "I used the polymeric carbohydrate and dimethylsulfide solution as a carrier for the mucunade, basically making a delayed-action itching powder. Which is pretty nifty. You can put the itching powder on someone and they won’t notice anything for, say," he frowns, estimating, "oh, 3 hours or so." [[Continue->4]]

Elaine glances down at her jeans. She balls her hands into fists. "But when they do feel it, man. It’s really powerful stuff. I’m sitting on a gold-mine here, really. And it only took an afternoon to make. So I had plenty of time to test it out." Elaine stands up. She paces to the window and back, her face twisted in consternation. "Oh no," she murmurs. "Ohhh no…" "So I went down to the gym 4th period — I think it was your class, wasn’t it? And I went into the locker room, and guess what I found. They left the girl’s locker room open!" Now Elaine is wincing, clutching her bottom, still trying not to itch. "And I know how you feel about the locker room. You hate changing in front of people because your grandma still makes you wear those little kid undies, right? So you change out of them for gym class and you stuff them into your locker, but you’ve got to change back before the end of the day because if Mia Ling finds out you’re wearing panties from the Heather’s catalogue she’ll blow a gasket. Right? If you don’t want people to know that stuff, you should probably lock your locker. But I’d be proud of it, honestly." Now he finally looks at her, grinning broadly. "Those spaceship and star panties you’re rocking are actually really cool." "You //jerk!//" Elaine says miserably, desperately stuffing her hand into the waistband of her jeans to scratch her rear end. "You frikkin’ //jerk!//" "How long ago was 4th period? About 3 hours or so?" Now poor Elaine is helpless against the itch, frantically scratching her bottom and hopping about, her hand wedged wrist-deep into her jeans. With her other hand she tries to balance herself on the table. She pulls her glasses from her face and nearly falls over, reaching out her hand to stabilize herself again. You can now see her navy-blue undies riding up her bum, cresting over the waistband of her pants and she itches more and more deeply. "Uh-oh," Doug says. "Looks like the timer is almost halfway done." "Halfway?!" Elaine exclaims. "Yup. 5 and a half minutes left until you win." He sighs. "Guess you were right — how could I have though you’d take off your panties right here in the study room?" He slaps his forehead. "So stupid." He looks slyly at Elaine now as she’s standing on one leg, the other lifted behind her with toes curled, digging into her jeans in grunting with the effort. "Then again, I didn’t put any of the powder in your jeans, so…" "Aaarrgh!" Elaine cries. Her face is dark red with embarrassment as she unhooks the button on her blue jeans and casts them down to the floor. Her long legs dancing a two-step, she kicks her pants away, now her only covering from the waist down the small and insufficient spaceship-and-star undies. One cheek is completely bared, the undies from that side flipped up and stuck in her round bottom. Her soft thighs are caramel colored, but her derriere is the milky color of latte. Now Doug stands and crosses the room to wear Elaine is itching herself like a madwoman and glaring at him, on the verge of tears. "So I guess the question here is, can you make it another 5 minutes? Or do you take the relief — and the spanking — now?" "You’re a son of a bitch, Doug. This isn’t //funny//!" Elaine "Ling, please! Watch your language!" Doug says, raising his hands. "Besides, you’re being ridiculous: this is //objectively// funny." Elaine whimpers, doubling over, her bottom in the air with both hands now itching wildly. Then she casts one more furious look at Doug before frantically pulling her panties off and throwing them across the room, wiping her hands across her behind as though she were rubbing a magic lamp, spreading her cheeks so her rosebud peeks out, brushing every last remainder of the accursed powder from every inch of her bottom and her thighs. Finally, panting, chest heaving, she rests both hands on the edge of the table to steady herself. Doug grins as he stops the timer. "Wow. Only actually took 7 minutes. I suppose I //was// right to take a risk. And look," he declares, gesturing to her exposed backside as she looks helplessly over her shoulder. "You’re already in the position!" [[Continue->5]]

//SLAP!// "Mmph!" //SLAP!// "Ngah! Elaine’s spanking is swift and painful. With every swat that lands on her peachy bottom, rose-red brims to the surface like a shaken-up soda, flushing her gorgeous behind and upper thighs with raspberry red. Elaine tries at first to bite her lip, to hold back the torrent of pain and humiliation pounding at the floodgates of her tender tush — //SLAP! SLAP!// "S-stop! Please!" — but before long, it’s too much. Her bottom is a deep cherry-red, her upper thighs pink like rose wine, and her cheeks wet with tears. Doug steps back to survey his word. He puts his hands on his hips — his right hand aches from slapping Elaine’s hindquarters over 50 times, but the warmth is welcome. He’s wearing that wolfish grin when she turns to look at him over her shoulder, and he stoops to take her panties. "You might consider going commando on your way home tonight," he says. "We’re not friends anymore, Doug," Elaine says, pouting. "Oh, you don’t mean that, Ling," Doug says, and he pats her red bottom gently (even though she still winces, a sharp intake of breath) as he leaves the room. "We need to hang out more, Ling. This was fun! And don’t worry about losing the bet. You’ll get better after a while!" You watch from behind the stairwell as Doug crosses the threshold with his hands jammed in his pockets, leaving Elaine, sniffling and exposed, to collect her books half-naked before gingerly sliding into her jeans. She tucks the itchy panties into her backpack. //Guess she’s taking his advice,// you think to yourself. //Jeez. Don’t think I’ve ever seen someone get pranked quite like —// "Hey." The voice breaks apart your thoughts like a rock in the surface of a lake. You almost jump out of your skin. You’re even more afraid when you see who is speaking: it’s Doug Boyle, leaning over the railing into the space you’d thought was hidden. He gives you a coy grin and says, "Enjoy the show?" You stammer something incoherent. "I- uh, didn’t, um, watch or, erm —" He holds up his hand. "Calm down," he says in a voice that makes you feel like a total idiot, but with a smile that makes you feel as though you were his old friend. "I was just messing with you. My name is Doug Boyle. I can tell you’re new in town. Drop by sometime and we’ll talk — I’m almost never in class." (set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"DOUG BOYLE - FRIEND")) You nod. It’s all you can manage. "See you around, then," he says. As he descends the steps, you watch him in awe. When you look back at the study room, Elaine is gone — she must have gone down the hall and used the other steps. You decide you’d best be leaving too. You’ve learned enough for one afternoon — that’s for sure!(set:$elaineSORE=4)(set:$prank_war=1) [[Leave|HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]

As usual, Wren's room looks as though a bomb went off: you can hardly see the carpet with all the clothes bunched up and thrown on the floor, crumpled sheets of notepad paper, and elastic hairties you're sure she's been looking for. //This girl,// you sigh, wondering if maybe today you'll discipline her for letting her mess get so out of control. Unlike other days, though, the computer at the corner of the room has been turned on. The moniter is dusty, the boxy plastic discolored by the years, and there's a stocking draped over its glowing face. You feel drawn to it, somehow. //She's always so private. Why would she leave her computer open like this?// You consider that maybe another lesson in responsibility lies in Wren's future.(set:$wre_loc="library") [[Continue->STORY 1 - DISCIPLINE.EXE]]

You notice there seems to be a floppy disc in the tower. //What is this, 1999?// You inspect the moniter closely, which is absorbed by a full-screen program. A title bar at the top reads "spank.exe." //Hm...// You narrow your eyes. //Pretty evocative name, whatever it is.// It reminds you of an automation program you might find at Perkins Labs... The center of the screen is lit with a single question: ==><== (color:green)[**Create a scenario?**] <== //What kind of scenario?// you wonder. Your finger hovers over the return key. //Only one way to find out...// [[Run the program->RUN PROGRAM]]

You press the return key, and the screen flickers. The tower begins to whir and crackle with life. (color:green)[**(display:"SPANKER") spanks (display:"RECEPIENT") (display:"CLOTHING") using (display:"IMPLEMENT").**] //Whoa...// you think, mouthing the word. //Does this machine generate...spankings?// Might have to try it one more time, just to be sure. //What could go wrong?// [[Try again->RUN PROGRAM]] [[End program->DISCIPLINE.EXE ENDING]]

//So what IS this, anyhow?// you think to yourself. With Wren involved, you really never know what weird stuff it could be -- perhaps she wrote a program to help her write more of her infamous spanking fan-fiction, although you've never known her to do any programming herself. Or maybe she took this from a top secret lab somewhere in a misguided truth-seeking quest that's sure to end with a red bottom. Either way, it's quite a program. You'd like to know more about it, so you eject the floppy disc and place it in your satchel. //I'll text Wren so she knows I have it,// you think as you pull the bag over your arm. //Otherwise she'll think it's some kind of government conspiracy.// Then, on second thought: You grin. //That might actually be pretty funny.// As you leave, you turn the computer off and make a feeble effort to throw some of the clothes on the ground into the hamper at the corner of the room, but finally give up, shuffling through the mess and still shaking your head. //That girl...// [[Leave|ICE CREAM PARLOR]]

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(set:$day_count=7) [[back|YOUR APARTMENT - MIRROR]]

(set:$exact_change=1)(set:$hp=100)(set:$spank_strength=.7) [[test exact change|accept]]

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(unless:$relationships contains "Julia Acrostic - PARTNER")["You're here for a spanking, then?(if:$juliaspanked=1)[ Like you gave to me?]" She adjusts her glasses. "What type of discipline are we looking for here?" You nervously cross your feet. "I-I can do…I can do anything." Her eyebrows jump. "Anything?"(set:$spankee=$name)(set:$spanker="Julia") You nod. Behind you’re back, you’re wringing your fingers together. On the surface, you’re timid and nervous. But on the inside, you’re playing the situation, relishing the combinations, brimming with anticipation. She grins, as though she were reading your mind. "How should we get started?"](else:)["Back for more?" she says. "I think I can spare some time from writing. After all, these sessions are great for inspiration. How should we get started here?"] You look around at your surroundings: a creme-colored couch with Julia’s flats, a modest white dining room table with the mixing bowl resting on the edge, a fireplace with the stoker hanging from a set of brass hooks. A world of possibilities. [["Over your knee on the couch, with your slipper."]<light| ["Lying on your table, with that icing spatula."]<medium| ["Bent over against the wall, with your metal fire-stoker."]<harsh|]<or|{ }(click:?light)[(replace:?or)[Julia puts her hand on her hip and looks at you ascance. "I do believe we can do that," she says. She puts her tape recorder on the nightstand beside the couch, then sits and removes one of her stiff white flats. She gently pats her lap. Your heart fluttering, you climb over her knees as she peels back your pants. (set:$jul_spanking="light") [[Continue|TRANSCRIPTION 1]]]]{ }(click:?medium)[(replace:?or)[Julia looks over at the table, face breaking into a grin. "Oooh, //fun!//" she trills. Before you can have any second thoughts, you're pulling down your underwear and clambering onto th table's cold surface as Julia roots around her kitchen drawer for her implement of choice. (set:$jul_spanking="medium") [[Continue|TRANSCRIPTION 1]]]]{ }(click:?harsh)[(replace:?or)[Julia gives a low whistle. "So you've been naughty, huh?" she says with a sly grin. (set:$jul_spanking="heavy") Sheepishly, you nod. The anticipation is building. You can't raise your eyes to meet Julia, but you feel her gaze, and it's bringing warmth and redness to your face. [[Continue|TRANSCRIPTION 1]]]]

(unless:$relationships contains "Julia Acrostic - PARTNER")[Julia nods obediently. "Thought so," she says, pulling a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You were giving off that kind of vibe.(set:$spankee="Julia")(set:$spanker=$name) You glance up and down Julia's body, her hourglass figure outlined by the bathrobe. She grins, as though she were reading your mind. "How should we get started?"](else:)["Again?" she says. "Well, alright...After all, these sessions are great for inspiration. How should we get started here?"] You look around at your surroundings: a creme-colored couch with Julia’s flats, a modest white dining room table with the mixing bowl resting on the edge, a fireplace with the stoker hanging from a set of brass hooks. A world of possibilities. [["Over your knee on the couch, with your slipper."]<light| ["Lying on your table, with that icing spatula."]<medium| ["Bent over against the wall, with your metal fire-stoker."]<harsh|]<or|{ }(click:?light)[(replace:?or)[Julia puts her hand on her hip and looks at you ascance. "I do believe we can do that," she says. She puts her tape recorder on the nightstand beside the couch as you sit. She hands you one of her stiff white flats, then crawls over your knee. (set:$jul_spanking="light") [[Continue|TRANSCRIPTION 1]]]]{ }(click:?medium)[(replace:?or)[Julia looks over at the table, face breaking into a grin. "Oooh, //fun!//" she trills. Julia shucks off her pants and underwear and climbs onto the table. "Spatula is in that drawer," she says, pointing over the curve of her perfect, latte-colored bottom. (set:$jul_spanking="medium") [[Continue|TRANSCRIPTION 1]]]]{ }(click:?harsh)[(replace:?or)[Julia gives a low whistle. "This is gonna //hurt//," she says. (set:$jul_spanking="heavy") But without complaining, she goes to the wall and takes down the poker. She hands it to you, and you give it one practice swing: the metal is firm but hollow, so it makes for a perfect cane. [[Continue|TRANSCRIPTION 1]]]]

You step away from Maggie’s warm bottom like you might back away from a lit burner on a stove. She stands and reaches both hands back to caress her bottom. Her eyes are bleary, the beginnings of tears blurring the stark blue. She juts out her lower lip and looks at you. //Is she disappointed it’s over?// No, you’ve definitely made your mark. But Maggie will be more than happy to bend over for you in the future…(if:$bare is 1)[ As she gingerly pulls up her panties, Maggie glances over her shoulder at the slowly dispersing crowd. She laughs softly to herself. "There are gonna be pictures of my butt all //over// Doug’s stupid little book."(set:$ice_cream_parlor = "open") You blink, confused. "Doug’s...book? You mean Doug Boyle?" She looks surprised. "You don’t know about the Puttsdale High Afterglow?" You shake your head. Maggie smooths down her skirt. "It’s sort of an inside joke for Puttsdale students, I guess. Doug Boyle started it. Ask him about it." She gives you a smile. "Tell him to make sure he gets my best angles." You nod, still confused. //Doug Boyle is that senior who plays pranks on Elaine – I’ll have to talk to him about the Afterglow!//(set:$bare=0) Maggie hisses as she sits down on her stool. //For now, I think I can let Maggie think about what she's learned...//(set:$afterglow=1) (display:"SAVE") [[Leave|ICE CREAM PARLOR]]]

She pulls down her shorts and her panties in a single fluid motion, exposing her long pale legs and white butt. She hands you something over her shoulder that she's been holding close to her chest: the library paddle. You take it reverently -- lift it high. //FWACK!// You give Libby a bottom-warming for the ages. The poets will surely write about this one -- about the way her bottom danced and her feet flailed until her flats kicked off, her white heels flashing as the tears poured down her face and her buttocks flared pink, then red, then a darkly punished vermillion, hot like the final embers in a fire, as she pleads and gasps and occasionally hiccups, giggling and sobbing, receiving her spanking with rapturous affect. In the afterglow, Libby and you draw the blinds and sit at the part of the studyroom furthest from the windows, Libby curled into your lap. She runs her fingers through your hair as you fondle her rosey bottom and wipe her tear-stained cheeks. When, at last, it's time for her to return to her post, she thanks you in a soft voice. "You know," she says as she pulls up her shorts, "I'm always spanking patrons who forget to check in their books -- but sometimes, //I'm// the one who needs it." She smiles at you, face still glistening, wiping her glasses on her shirt. "Thank you. For noticing." And when she leaves the study room, she's as prim and proper a librarian as there ever was. To everyone who sees you leave, it appears to have been //you// who received a talking to. Only you, it seems, will ever know the truth...(set:$given=$given+(a:"Libby Martin"))(set:$libby_sore=5) (display:"SAVE") [[Continue|LIBRARY]]

"Well," Libby says, pursing her lips and awkwardly pushing her glasses up. "If you feel that way, we'll have to move to the study rooms." She says this without any change in tone, without looking you in the eye. But an expression -- at once curious and worried -- crosses her face, and lets you know she means it.(if:$relationships contains "Mandy Peabody - FRIEND")[ The study room has a large white board with a series of tally marks on it. Libby blushes and erases the board, murmuring something that sounds like "Mandy Peabody." You raise one eyebrow. //The girl at the pharmacy? I'll need to follow up on that later...//] Once she's over your lap and the study room door has been seurely closed, Libby grabs hold of the legs of the chair and dips forward, lifting her perfectly formed haunches -- clad only in summer shorts to the level of your chest. "Don't hold back," she says in a small voice. Her face is flush, and her glasses have slid to the tip of her slender nose. "I've...needed this." [[Spank her|LIBBY AFTERMATH]]

[[End|END RECORDING]] *click* (live:1s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Alright, then. Ready?] (live:2s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Um...yes, I –] (live:4s)[//(display:"SOUND")//] (if:$jul_spanking is "light" or "medium")[(live:4.5s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Gaaha!] (live:5s)[**(print:$spanker)**: You said you were ready!] (live:6s)[**(print:$spankee)**: I didn’t – (laughs) – know it would sting that much.] (live:7s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Too much?] (live:8s)[**(print:$spankee)**: No...](live:9s)[no it feels good, actually.] (live:10s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Really?] (live:11s)[**(print:$spankee)**: ...](if:$jul_spanking is "medium")[ (live:14s)[**(print:$spanker)**: You’re bracing.] (live:15s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Mm-hm. That thing //smarts//.] (live:16s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Need me to go softer?] (live:17s)[**(print:$spankee)**: ...](live:18s)[Harder, actually.] (live:19s)[**(print:$spanker)**: (laughs)]] (live:22s)[//(display:"SOUND")//] (live:23s)[//(display:"SOUND")//] (live:24s)[//(display:"SOUND")//] (live:25s)[//(display:"SOUND")//] (live:25.5s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Mmph!] (live:27s)[//(display:"SOUND")//] (live:28s)[//(display:"SOUND")//] (live:29s)[//(display:"SOUND")//] (live:30s)[//(display:"SOUND")//] (live:31s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Owwwwwwwah –] (live:31.5s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Let’s pick up the pace, shall we?] (live:32s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Uh, wait, wh --] (live:32s)[[[Continue listening|TRANSCRIPTION 2]] [[End|END RECORDING]]]](else-if:$jul_spanking is "heavy")[(live:5s)[**(print:$spankee)**: OMIGOSH!] (live:5.5s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Wow. Now //that’s// a mark.] (live:6s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Holy *BLEEP*!] (live:7s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Hey now! Do I need to wash your mouth out?] (live:8s)[**(print:$spankee)**: N-no! I just – //whew!//] (live:9s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Look at that pink line. So straight.] (live:10s)[**(print:$spankee)**:...proud of yourself?] (live:11s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Oh, yes. Shall we?] (live:14s)[**(print:$spankee)**: ...mm-kay...] (live:16s)[//(display:"SOUND")//] (live:16.5s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Gaaaaaha!] (live:19s)[//(display:"SOUND")// **(print:$spankee)**: Ooofah! Owowowow...] (live:22s)[//(display:"SOUND")// **(print:$spankee)**: Oh! //Owwwah!//] (live:25s)[//(display:"SOUND")// **(print:$spankee)**: YOWCH! //That freaking --//] (live:25.5s)[//(display:"SOUND")// **(print:$spankee)**: GAAH! (sobs)] (live:27s)[**(print:$spanker)**: I think the neighbors are going to hear this...] (live:27.5s)[**(print:$spankee)**: You //THINK?// (hiccups)] (live:28s)[**(print:$spanker)**: (inaudible)] (live:30s)[**(print:$spankee)**:...no, let's keep going.] (live:33s)[//(display:"SOUND")// **(print:$spankee)**: OWWWWWIIEEE!] (live:33.5s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Just three more.] (live:34s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Three?! I --] (live:35s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Count them out.] (live:38s)[//(display:"SOUND")// **(print:$spankee)**: AAHAHA! One!] (live:41s)[//(display:"SOUND")// **(print:$spankee)**: OWWWWWWWWW! T-two!] (live:44s)[//(display:"SOUND")// **(print:$spanker)**: GGAAAAAAAHHHHAHAHAA! THREE! OWIEOWIEOWIE --] [[Continue listening|TRANSCRIPTION 3]] [[End|END RECORDING]]]

(live:1s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:2s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:3s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:3.5s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Yoooowwwww! Ah! Ha!] (live:4s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:5s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:6s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Owchie!] (live:7s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:8s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Gahaha!] (live:9s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//](live:9.5s)[ //(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:10s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")// **(print:$spankee)**: It hurts! Mmmphaaa! Aaiie//eeeeee//!] (live:11s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Well, it’s a //spanking//, (print:$spankee) – it’s supposed to hurt!] (live:13s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:14s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:14.5s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Ooh!] (live:15s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:15.5s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Aaha!] (live:16s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:17s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Dammit, stop enjoying this so much!] (live:18s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Sorry, no can do.] (live:18.5s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:19s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Mmmmmmph! Omigosh! Omigosh please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!] (live:20s)[**(print:$spanker)**: And what are you sorry for?] (live:22s)[**(print:$spankee)**: ...](live:24s)[Um...] (live:25s)[**(print:$spanker)**: You can’t be very sorry, then, can you?] (live:26s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:26.5s)[**(print:$spankee)**: AAAIEEEE! //(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:27s)[**(print:$spankee)**: OWWWWW!] (live:28s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")// **(print:$spankee)**: Ow! OW!] (live:29s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:30s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")// **(print:$spankee)**: MmmphaaaAAAAIIIE!!!!] (if:$jul_spanking is "medium")[(live:31s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:32s)[**(print:$spankee)**: I’M SORRY I WAS BAD!] (live:33s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:33.5s)[**(print:$spankee)**: OMIGOOOOOO – //(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:34s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:35s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:34s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")// **(print:$spankee)**: (sobbing)] ](live:35s)[[[Continue listening|TRANSCRIPTION 3]] [[End|END RECORDING]]]

(if:$spanking is "light" or "medium")[(live:1s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:2s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:3s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:4s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//] (live:5s)[//(display:"SOUND") (display:"SOUND")//]]{ }(else:)[(live:1s)[**(print:$spanker)**: You made it through! How do you feel?] (live:2s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Aggh...god that stings.] (live:3s)[**(print:$spanker)**: I bet!] (live:4s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Would it help if I kissed it better?] (live:5s)[**(print:$spankee)**: (sniffs)...couldn't hurt.] (live:6s)[**(print:$spanker)**: (laughs)]] (live:3.5s)[**(print:$spankee)**: (whimpers)] (live:7s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Good. You’re nice and red, now.](live:8s)[ Ooh. Warm, too...] (live:9s)[**(print:$spankee)**: (sniffs)] (live:10s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Think you’ve learned your lesson?] (live:11s)[**(print:$spankee)**: ...mm-hm.] (live:12s)[//(display:"SOUND")//] (live:12.5s)[**(print:$spankee)**: AAIIEEE!] (live:13s)[**(print:$spanker)**: What was that?] (live:14s)[**(print:$spankee)**: I’m sorry! I’ve learned my lesson!] (live:15s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Good. Now what do we say?] (live:18s)[**(print:$spankee)**: ...thank you for my spanking, (print:$spanker).] (live:19s)[**(print:$spanker)**: You are very, very welcome.] (live:20s)[**(print:$spankee)**: Ow! Don’t pinch, it stings!] (live:21s)[**(print:$spanker)**: I think we’ve got the footage we need. Wasn’t that fun?] (live:22s)[**(print:$spankee)**: ...] (live:23s)[**(print:$spanker)**: Does someone need another lesson?] (live:24s)[**(print:$spankee)**: No! No more spanking!] (live:25s)[**(print:$spanker)**: God, you’re cute, you know that?] (live:26s)[**(print:$spankee)**: ...Yeah, I know.] (live:27s)[**(print:$spanker)**: (inaudible)] (live:30s)[*click*] [[End|END RECORDING]]

The moment the tape recorder clicks off, you and Julia are in each others arms. Her tongue is soft, and she gently bites and pulls your lip as she kisses you. (if:$spankee is "Julia")[Her bottom is hot and tender -- she squeals each time you touch it, even as she places your hand against her naked haunches -- and it warms your fingers, then your face. You kiss every inch of Julia's sore tushy, molding the rosey flesh with both hands and licking for good measure. Julia cums sitting on your face, her legs rigid, then again as she plays with herself, looking up at you with her dark eyes.](else:)[Julia kisses away your tears, then traces down your body with her lips until she is kissing your reddened bottom, her full lips smacking softly with suction, your body lighting up with pleasure. You gasp as you feel her tongue slide between your cheeks, her face cool against your sore buttocks.] (if:$gender is "boy")[When at last you take your hard cock and press it between her thick thighs, her luscious pubic hair curling as though in anticipation, her mouth open and wet as you slide into her, she cries out in ecstacy and takes every inch of you into her, her eyes rolling back as she cums once more.](if:$gender is "girl")[The two of you take turns until, finally, you throw Julia onto the bed and back yourself onto her, taking her clit into your mouth as she does the same for you. You cum together, toe-clenching, earth-shattering orgasms that leave you panting and cooing for more.] You spend the night at Julia's motel room. When you wake up in the morning, you are in a tangled mass of sheets, and Julia is gone. There's a note on the nightstand, typed on her typewriter. You must have been sleeping so soundly that you didn't hear it. It reads simply: ==><== **had a great time now i have to go write i'll be at sly's <3 Julia(set:$jul_loc="bakery")(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Julia Acrostic - PARTNER"))** <== You drop back into the comfortable mattress with a smile. Then you collect your things. It's time to go home. [[Continue|TRANSITION]]

(if:$jul_spanking is "light")[FWAP!](else-if:$jul_spanking is "medium")[WHACK!](else-if:$jul_spanking is "heavy")[(set:$chance=(random:(1,2)))(if:$chance is 1)[THWOCK!](else:)[THWACK!]]

Tom-boyish colors, peeling-back posters, at least one piggy bank full of marijuana — Kid Missy’s room is about what you’d expect. What you did not expect to see was a group of half-dressed high school seniors sitting in a circle at the foot of Kid’s unmade bed, with Maggie Sweet (the ice cream parlor girl) facing outwards, resting on her elbows and knees, her naked bottom in the air. Her thighs are pale white, alabaster, even, and her thick bottom would be too — only now it’s rosey from playful spanks. You see someone else in the circle slap her exposed backside, a hard //SMACK!// on the right cheek, which jiggles in reply. "Ow!" Maggie cries from between her legs. "I didn’t even say a name that time!" The girl on her right, whom you recgonize as Kailee Pound from her pink-streaked hair, shrugs and grins. "Sorry. Couldn’t help it!" She crosses her legs again. "You’re getting too good — I didn’t want your butt to get cold!" "Stop being a bitch, Kailee — wait, hang on —" Maggie says, which provokes another hard //SLAP!// and the rest of the drunk and happy teenagers laugh raucously and raise their drinks. You notice an empty bottle on the floor, still drifting from a recent spin. It turns out that you recognize almost everyone around the circle. Doug Boyle is sitting cross-legged with no shirt on, showing off his wirey frame, his tight muscles and lean chest; he has a red bandana wrapped around his head and he’s holding a beer with the label torn off. To his left is Dan Long, looking sheepish in only his boxer shorts and an undershirt, hiccuping and red-faced. The three girls are on the other side of the room by a bookshelf adorned with a wrapped baseball glove and a stack of [[newspapers|NEWSPAPERS]]: Chiza Bee, the girl with raven-hair, a sweet, raspy voice, and a coy smile, is wearing a black bra and tight blue jeans, holding on to one foot with her free hand, her other hand wrapped around a lite beer. Kailee Pound is also shirtless, but her bra is blue and she wears volleyball short-shorts. And, of course, there’s Maggie, who seems to be losing this game: her naked ass in the air, her wavy hair pooled around her round face, she’s looking at the world upside down between her knees. "Woohoo!" Someone says loudly, noticing your entrance for the first time. "Chiza, quick, shut the door!" Before you can even turn around, you hear the door slam shut behind you, and Chiza, her long hair in her face, looking up at you with a goofy grin, crawls back on hands and knees across the hardwood floor to her spot in the circle. Maggie sees you between her leg and waves out excitedly. "(print:$name), you came! We're playing Truth or – OW!" A sharp //crack// interrupts her as both Kailee and Chiza lunge forward to spank her bottom, one hand on each cheek. "Truth or Dare," Dan finishes for her. "But it's Puttsdale style -- that means that if you're the last to finish your drink, you get a Rule. Like, Maggie's rule is that she gets spanked every time she says someone's name. And //my// rule is that I can only choose Dare..." Chiza slaps him on the back, and he gasps from the string of her palm his naked skin. "That's //right//," she says, her face flush. She points excitedly to herself. "//I made that one!// 'Specially for //him.//" She grabs him by his cheek. He smiles at you crookedly. "Glad you made it, but now //everyone// is gonna want in," he says. "And so we’ll let ‘em in, if they want to play." You look around, and suddenly there’s a hand around your wrist, pulling you into the group. "But if you’re in, you’re in," Doug Boyle says with his usual, mischevious grin. "So are you in or out?" [["I’m in!"|STORY 1 - KID BEGIN]]

(if:$doug_turn is 1)[(display:"CHIZA TURN")](else:)[The bottle turns, wobbles, and finally stops at Doug. "Hm," Doug declares, stroking his chin as though considering some momentous strategic decision. The others titter drunkenly. "I think I'll go with...DARE!" "I dare you to make out with me!" Kailee shouts. Exaggerated groans. "Kailee, you //always// want Doug to make out with you," Chiza says before hiccuping loudly. "Yeah -- hey, I've got a better idea," says Maggie through her thighs. "I dare Doug to //spank// Kailee! With Kid's hairbrush!" Cheers all around -- except, of course, from Kailee. "No fair!" Kailee cries. "And you said two names," she adds, turning to Maggie and giving her bottom two hard //slaps//, one on each cheek. Maggie curses loudly, but Chiza is already scrambling behind Kid's unmade bed, her bottom wiggling in the air. "Got it!" she exclaims. She comes back holding up a purple plastic hairbrush. Kailee moans. Doug rolls up his invisible sleeves. A dare is a dare. Kailee climbs over Doug's lap for a painful volley of spanks over her boy shorts -- at least, until Chiza pulls them down, exposing her pinkened rear to the room. The hairbrush //splats// against her backside with a hollow-sounding ring, and pretty soon Kailee is flailing and kicking wildly as Dan awkwardly holds her arms. When it's over, Kailee sniffles and pouts, holding her tushy with both hands. She slinks back to her seat, giving Chiza a nasty glare. "Being bare-assed wasn't part of the dare," she complains. "That should be a penalty!" "Oh, shut up, you loved it," Maggie cries, and everyone doubles over laughing. Kailee smiles sheepishly, rubbing her tushy with one hand and taking a sip of her drink with the other. Her eyes twinkle mischeviously, not denying. (set:$doug_turn=1)"Well, //that// was easy," Doug says, dusting his hands. "Let's keep it going, shall we? Then he reaches forward to give the bottle another hearty spin. [[And it lands on...|SPIN]]]

All of the papers are horoscopes. There's a horoscope section from every single day. //I didn't expect Kid Missy to be into astrology,// you think. You pick up one of the pages that's been marked with a highlighter and fold it in your pocket. //Gotta check this out later...//(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"horoscope")) [[Back|STORY 1 - KID BEGIN]]

A cheer goes up from all five drunken grads. "Okay, so Dan told you the Puttsdale spin," Doug says as the circle widens to make room for you. He puts a cup in your hand, some variation, it would seem, on a rum and coke. The smell of it is strong enough to make your eyes water. "If you're the only one in the circle who hasn't finished your drink, then we get to make a Rule for you. Anytime you think there's only one person in the circle still drinking, say 'Let's have a toast!' -- if you're right and there's only one person with a drink left, then they get a Rule." "But if you're //wrong// and they //aren't// the only person drinking" Kailee says, tilting her drink to you, "then //you// get the rule. So ya gotta be careful...and sneaky, like Chiza." Chiza beams at you over the top of her cup as she takes a sip...//Or maybe she's only pretending?// "Exactly," Doug says. "The rest of it is just like a normal Truth or Dare game. Spin the bottle, and if it lands on you, you gotta choose." He squeezes you on the shoulder. "Go ahead," he says, nodding at the bottle. "Give it a whirl!" [[Spin the bottle|SPIN]]

(set:$spin=$spin+1)(unless:$spin is 4)[(set:$chance=(random:1,6)){ (if:$chance is 1)[(display:"DOUG TURN")] (if:$chance is 2)[(display:"CHIZA TURN")] (if:$chance is 3)[(display:"DAN TURN")] (if:$chance is 4)[(display:"MAGGIE TURN")] (if:$chance is 5)[(display:"KAILEE TURN")] (if:$chance is 6)[(display:"YOUR TURN")]}](else:)[(display:"T&D GAME OVER")]

(if:$chiza_turn is 1)[(display:"DAN TURN")](else:)[The bottle spins wildly, rattling to a stop at Chiza. She wrinkles her nose and twitches her socked feet. "Dare," she says before taking another long sip of her drink. "Oh oh oh!" Kailee says, waving her arms. "I've been waiting for this!" "Uh-oh," Chiza says to general giggles. She bites her nail nervously, looking adorable as she does. "That's right," Kailee says. She claps once, with her hands still pressed together, she gestures to Dan, then back to Chiza. "SubOne," she says. She looks from Kailee to Dan. "You. And you." Dan's face goes pale. Maggie's eyes widen -- she mouths "OH DAMN" and covers her mouth. Even Doug raises his eyebrows, and impressed grin rising on his lips. "Wait," Chiza says. "What's SubOne?" Kailee tries to explain, but she's too excited. "It's like a game -- well, not exactly a //game//, but like, it's this thing where you play it and you kind of have to bet, well, it's not exactly a //bet// but you --" Doug interrupts her rambling. "SubOne is a BDSM game from the internet," he says. "There's only one rule: if you're somebody's SubOne, you have to do //anything// they say for 48 hours. Absolutely //anything//. You might have to wear a leash around and walk naked around the town. You might have to clean an entire house holding a toothbrush between your butt cheeks. You can have //whatever kind of sex you want//. Anything they say, you have to do." Chiza blinks, her expression blank. "...Anything?" she says. He grins. "//Anything.//" For a moment, the group is silent. All eyes are on Chiza, looking to read something in her face, a clue as to whether she'll accept or take her punishment for refusing the dare. You could hear a pin drop. At last, Chiza looks up at Dan -- poor, awkward Dan, who is still ashen and frozen stiff. Her face cracks into a broad grin. "This," she says, "is gonna be //fun.//"(set:$SubOne="Chiza") With that, Chiza jumps forward and grabs Dan by the wrist. "Wait," Dan says, "where are we going?" You don't hear the answer, because Chiza has pulled Dan right out of the room, sending both of them sailing through the hallway half-dressed while the rest of you roll around laughing.(set:$dan_turn=1)(set:$chiza_turn=1) "Now //that's// going to be interesting," Doug says. "Yeah," you say. "That's putting it mildly..." And then there were four. In Chiza's stead, Doug leans forward and spins the bottle for her, as all of you wonder what (print:$SubOne) will have to do first... [[Round and round and round...|SPIN]]]

(if:$dan_turn is 1)[(display:"KAILEE TURN")](else:)[The bottle knocks against someone's toe and skids to a halt right in front of Dan. "Oho," Doug says, rubbing his palms together. "I've been waiting for this one!" Dan looks genuinely worried as he takes another drink. "Dare, I guess, since I can't choose truth," he says. Chiza flashes him a proud grin. "Okay, Dan," Doug says, pointing with the hand holding his drink. "I //dare// you -- to be Chiza's SubOne!" Dan's face goes pale. Maggie's eyes widen -- she mouths "OH DAMN" and covers her mouth. Kailee claps her hands over her face, eyes shining with delight. "...Wait," Chiza says. "What's SubOne?" Kailee tries to explain, but she's too excited. "It's like a game -- well, not exactly a //game//, but like, it's this thing where you play it and you kind of have to bet, well, it's not exactly a //bet// but you --" Doug interrupts her rambling. "SubOne is a BDSM game from the internet," he says. "There's only one rule: if you're somebody's SubOne, you have to do //anything// they say for 48 hours. Absolutely //anything//. You might have to wear a leash around and walk naked around the town. You might have to clean an entire house holding a toothbrush between your butt cheeks. You can have //whatever kind of sex you want//. Anything they say, you have to do." Chiza blinks, her expression blank. "...Anything?" she says. He grins. "//Anything.//" For a moment, the group is silent. All eyes are on Chiza, looking to read something in her face, a clue as to whether she'll accept or take her punishment for refusing the dare. You could hear a pin drop. At last, Chiza looks up at Dan -- poor, awkward Dan, who is still ashen and frozen stiff. Her face cracks into a broad grin. "This," she says, "is gonna be //fun.//"(set:$SubOne="Dan") With that, Chiza jumps forward and grabs Dan by the wrist. "Wait," Dan says, "where are we going?" You don't hear the answer, because Chiza has pulled Dan right out of the room, sending both of them sailing through the hallway half-dressed while the rest of you roll around laughing.(set:$dan_turn=1)(set:$chiza_turn=1) "Now //that's// going to be interesting," Doug says. "Yeah," you say. "That's putting it mildly..." And then there were four. In Chiza's stead, Doug leans forward and spins the bottle for her, as all of you wonder what (print:$SubOne) will have to do first... [[Round and round and round...|SPIN]]]

(if:$kailee_turn is 1)[(display:"MAGGIE TURN")](else:)[The bottle skitters to a stop in front of Kailee, and she squeals. "Dare!" Everyone starts crying out various dares at once, but they're all lost in the din until Doug lifts his hand. "Hey hey hey," he says. He turns to you, and everyone else follows suit. "(print:$name) hasn't given a dare yet!" All eyes turn to you. "Eerrrrr..." Then you blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind. [[Kiss Maggie's butt!]<butt| [Finish your drink!]<drink|]<choose| (click:?butt)[(replace:?choose)["Kiss Maggie's butt!" you say. An outcry goes up, mostly laughter and whooping, with someone yelling //EWWW!// With no hesitation, Kailee scoots forward and plants a kiss right at the center of Maggie's bottom, causing Maggie to squeal and kick up one foot. Hysteria break out as everyone laughs in amazement, Kailee wiping her lips with her forearm. "Feel better?" she says to Maggie. You've never seen Maggie blush like that before, and you didn't even know she could. Speechless and wide-eyed, she looks at Kailee as her face turns the bright red color of her bottom. Doug wrinkles his nose in disgust. "I can't believe you actually //did// that!" he exclaims. "You have no idea where that butt has //been!//" ]](click:?drink)[(replace:?choose)["Finish your drink!" you say. Kaille laughs sharply and turns her cup upside down. "Ha!" she declares. "Jokes on you -- I already finished mine!" "Well, then --" you stammer. "...Finish //Doug's// drinK!" Kailee snatches the cup from Doug's hand and pours it into her mouth before Doug can so much as protest. She flicks the cup aside. "Too easy!" "That was //mine//..." Doug whines.(set:$doug_drink="empty") ]](if:$SubOne is 0)["A dare is a dare," Chiza tells him cheerily.](else:)["Quit complaining, Doug, you know you -- OW!" Maggie's bottom wobbles in response to Doug slapping it firmly for saying his name.] Kailee spins the bottle and the game goes on. [[Who will it be next?|SPIN]] [[Check drinks|DRINK]]](set:$kailee_turn=1)

(if:$maggie_turn is 1)[(display:"YOUR TURN")](else:)[The bottle rolls to the left and settles on Maggie, pointing directly at her bright red bottom. (set:$kailee_drink="empty")"Okay, TRUTH," Maggie says. "What's the best spanking you've ever gotten!" Chiza blurts out, nearly spilling her drink as she does. Maggie thinks on this for a moment. She ponders her tongue and her eyes dart to and fro. At last, her blue eyes settle on you, and a playful smirk crosses her face. Kailee looks from Maggie to you and back at Maggie. "(if:$gender is "girl")["//Her?//"](if:$gender is "boy")["//Him?//"] Maggie shrugs her shoulders, which looks ridiculous as she's currently resting on her head, her round heinie rosey pink and lifted in the air. "I like what I like," she says simply, puffing out her cheeks. Chiza looks to you and cocks one eyebrow. "You must have -- //hic!// -- made a real impression," she says. There's a gleam in her eyes that seems to be inviting you to make a similar impression on //her//. "That settles it then," Doug says. "We all want to be spanked by (print:$name)." Laughter all around. Then Doug reaches for the bottle. "And well done, not saying a name there, Maggie. I see what you did." Maggie looks proud, shrugging again. "I'm actually good at this game." Kailee gives her ass a hard //whack//, prompting another string of profane language from Maggie the likes of which your virgin ears have never heard. Doug gives the bottle a good spin. [[Your eyes watch as the bottle becomes a blur...|SPIN]](set:$maggie_turn=1)]

(if:$your_turn is 1)[(display:"DOUG TURN")](else:)[The bottle seems to spin eternally before finally coming to rest, pointing at you. "Ooh!" Maggie says. Kailee does a drumroll on the floor. [[Truth]<truth| [Dare]<dare|]<choice| (click:?truth)[(replace:?choice)["Truth!" "Who was the first person who spanked you in Puttsdale?" Chiza says. She bites the rim of her cup as all eyes turn to you. You blink, looking up in thought. Maggie taunts: "Really have to think about that one, huh?" Everyone laughs. Finally, it dawns on you. "(print:1st of $received)," you say. "Yeah, definitely (print:1st of $received). I remember it now!"(if:$SubOne is 0)[ "And how was //that// for a welcome," Dan says wryly as the others laugh.] Doug leans forward. "And did you like it?" You sit back and put your drink thoughtfully to your lips. [["I would have liked it better if I'd been the one spanking."]<dom| ["No...I //loved// it."]<sub|]<answer|(click:?dom)[(replace:?answer)["I would have liked it better if I'd been the one spanking." "I'll cheers to that," Chiza says, raising her cup. Everyone laughs, lifting their drinks to //clink// them together. You can tell that everyone around the circle is thinking of their //own// latest spanking...(color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE!](set:$dominance=$dominance+1)]](click:?sub)[(replace:?answer)["No...I //loved// it." The group erupts in applause, and everyone raises their drinks together. "Spoken like a local," Doug remarks. You can tell that everyone around the circle is thinking of their //own// latest spanking...(color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!](set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1)]] "Now spin!" (if:$SubOne is 0)[Chiza](else:)[Kailee] says, clapping her hands. [[Spin the bottle|SPIN]] [[Check everyone's drink|DRINK]]]](set:$your_turn=1)]{ }(click:?dare)[(replace:?choice)["Dare!" "Finish your drink!" Dan says. You look down at the still-full cup in your hands and your face falls. Seeing your hesitation, your peers are quick to join in and help with a friendly chant: "Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!" [[Drink]<drink| [Don't drink]<dont|]<choose|(click:?drink)[(replace:?choose)[You swallow hard, take a deep breath, and tilt the drink back into your face. The group cheers as you drain the cup (although some dribbles down your chin. You gasp and look around. Doug leads everyone in a golf clap.(set:$your_drink="empty") "Now spin!" (if:$SubOne is 0)[Chiza](else:)[Kailee] says, clapping her hands. [[Spin the bottle|SPIN]] [[Check everyone's drink|DRINK]]](set:$your_turn=1)]](click:?dont)[(replace:?dont)[You lower the cup, shaking your head. "Well then," Doug says, grinning and rattling the ice in his empty cup. "Let's have a toast!"(set:$truth_or_dare="Last one drinking") [["Uh-oh..."|T&D GAME OVER]]]]]

You take a moment to glance around at everyone's drinks. Maggie and Dan already have rules, so the drinkers are you, Doug, Kailee, and Chiza -- if any of you is still drinking while the others have empty cups, you can call that person out and make a rule. But if you try to call them out and you're wrong, you'll have a rule made for //you//... (if:$doug_drink is "empty")[You're pretty sure that Doug's beer is empty. You haven't seen him sip for a while, although he's holding the cup close. That leaves just Kailee and Chiza. ](if:$kailee_drink is "empty")[Kailee isn't being careful and lets her cup slant towards you. You can tell hers is //definitely// empty. Which just leaves Chiza... ](unless:$SubOne is 0)[But Chiza isn't here. She and Dan left to play SubOne, whatever that might mean for them. Perhaps you've missed your chance...](else:)[As you're watching, you see Chiza take a sip. Is it the last sip in her drink? Or is she still drinking? You can't tell... (if:$your_drink is "empty" and $chiza_drink is 0)[(set:$victory=1)]] ["Let's have a toast!"]<rule|(click-replace:?rule)["Let's have a toast!" you say, and you raise your cup. Everyone stops and looks around, raising their drinks in the air and studying each other's rosey-cheeked faces. //Here goes nothing,// you think... (if:$victory is 1)["Oh, dammit!" Chiza exclaims. She's the first one to realize that only her cup is still full. Everyone cheers and swaps congradulations as Chiza sits back down on her legs, grinning bashfully and awaiting her fate. Maggie is the first to offer a Rule: she points at Chiza between her legs and says, "Get spanked every time you say a name! Come on, join me Chiza, pants down!" "You can't use the same rule //twice//," Dan says. "Yeah you can," Kailee says, "we //always// play that way!" All eyes go to Doug. Doug strokes his chin thoughtfully, the arbiter of Puttsdale Truth or Dare. He sits back with his empty drink and, in his most dignified voice, declares: "I'll allow it." A cheer goes up, even as Chiza groans good-naturedly. Kailee claps happily as Chiza turns around, pulls her jeans to her knees, and lifts her tushy in the air. "Panties down too!" Maggie says, crossing her arms. "If I had to be bare-assed, so do you!" "You weren't //wearing// panties," Chiza says. "Oh, yeah..." Maggie says, as though remembering. Then she grins and shrugs. "I like to travel light." Kailee peels down Chiza's panties, revealing her smooth, creamy-white backside, superbly round and well-shaped. Her cheeks wink together, and Chiza, blushing brightly, covers her eyes. "Everyone can see my butthole!" she cries to another round of howling laughter. "Join the club," Maggie says smugly. "Oh shut up, Maggie --" //FWACK!// "Gahaha!" The handprint rising on Chiza's right butt cheek is your own. (else:)[(if:$your_drink is 0)["You forgot something, there, (print:$name)," Doug says, grinning broadly. He gestures at your cup. You realize, to your horror, that you //haven't finished your OWN drink!//](else:)[Doug grins and shakes his cup. "I still have some," he says, "but I'm not alone." He points to Chiza, who giggles and shows you the cola-colored drink still in her cup. "Sorry, (print:$name)," she says, shrugging up her shoulders but not looking very sorry at all. You sit back, deflated. Because you called for a toast when there was more than one drinker, you lose...now //you// get the rule instead!] A round of //oohs// and excited squeals passes through the group, and Maggie is the first to suggest a rule for you. "Same rule as me!" she declares. "You can't use the same rule //twice//," Dan says. "Yeah you can," Kailee says, "we //always// play that way!" All eyes go to Doug. Doug strokes his chin thoughtfully, the arbiter of Puttsdale Truth or Dare. He sits back with his empty drink and, in his most dignified voice, declares: "I'll allow it." You wince as Chiza and Kailee rush over to turn you around and pull your pants down to your knees. "Underwear too!" Maggie says, crossing her arms and resting her weight on her head. "If I had to be bare-assed, so do you!" "You weren't //wearing// panties," Chiza says. "Oh, yeah..." Maggie says, as though remembering. Then she grins and shrugs. "I like to travel light."] (replace:?exit)[[[Continue|T&D GAME OVER]]]]] [[[Continue the game|SPIN]]]<exit|

(if:$truth_or_dare is "Make Chiza your SubOne")[ ](if:$truth_or_dare is "Last one drinking")[So this is how you wound up with your bare bottom in the air, next to Maggie in an identical position, having your butts commented on by the entire circle as people spank you and laugh and rub your tushy for good luck. By the end of the night, your rear end is red and sore -- maybe even more so than Maggie's!(set:$status=5) ]A sudden shout from downstairs interrupts the game. Doug is the first one to his feet. "Cops," he says, and although you have no idea how he knows it, you quickly discover he's right. Through the window you can see a splash of red light from the sirens and Officer Lily Neilson walking towards the porch. "Follow me," Doug commands, and everyone listens without a second thought. He leans you down the stairs and around towards the front, the opposite direction from just about everyone else in the party. Then he makes a sharp turn into a sun porch area you hadn't even noticed before, throws open a window, and gestures you through. "Stay low!" he says, and you all rush to obey. You find yourself sneaking by the azealea bushes and, once Doug gives you the go-ahead with a shouted, "Book it!", you break out into a sprint. You run all the way home. You get back to your apartment, exhausted and out of breath. You collapse into bed, your head spinning and you feet tired. You hear a chime and look at your phone: it's a text from Kid Missy. (color:green)[THANK YOU FOR COMING! :)] You put the phone on the nightstand and settle under the covers, unable to wipe the smile off your face, even as you drift to sleep... [[Go to sleep|TRANSITION]]

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//How did I get talked into this?// Nevertheless, here you are: standing at the entrance of the creepy downstairs archives in the Puttsdale Library, about to go ghost-hunting. Maybe Wren has officially convinced you that there //is// something weird going on in Puttsdale (besides the usual weirdness), or maybe you just like her company despite yourself -- she is pretty funny, not to mention cute. Her eyes are gray like an overcast sky, and her hair is dusty-blonde. She wears jeans (or, as in today, a snug pair of jean shorts) and sweatshirts, and her outfit is always completed by her red converse sneakers. Wren is flicking the light switch up and down futilely -- the dark stairway before you stays black. "Libby Martine said no one's been down here in years," she muses (Libby is the librarian), "and I guess no one's changed the lightbulbs." If you thought this meant the excursion would be called off, you were sorely mistaken. Wren takes a flashlight from her back pocket and, before you can say, "Hang on a second --" she's heading down the steps. [[CONTINUE|STORY 1 - WREN BEGIN]]

You trail close behind Wren as she leads you down the steps. Luckily, a light switch at the bottom actually works, and the yellowy flurescents flicker to life, revealing row upon row of filing cabinets taller than you are with cobwebs hanging down from the ceiling. Wren gazes around in appreciation. "The Puttsdale Archives," she says, her voice low with wonder. She tucks the flashlight back into her pocket. "I've been meaning to get down here for months. Libby wouldn't bother opening them for just one person...I think she just thinks I'd try to take something." "You //did// take the newest //Proclamation// book without checking it out, though, didn't you?" you say, raising an eyebrow. You remember her telling you about a time she walked out with her nose in the latest of her favorite sci-fi series, completely obvious to Libby at the counter. Wren blushes. "I just forgot!" She sighs. "And besides, I got my butt beaten for that already, so she can't hold it against me anymore." "Why did you even want to come here?" you say, looking around the dusty old room and wrinkling your nose. "Couldn't you just look up old newspaper articles on the computer?" Wren reaches out to touch a placard beside the first shelf, brushing away a thick coat of dust. "Most of these articles were never digitized. But we aren't just here for the articles." "We're not?" "No," Wren says simply. She peers down the first row -- over her shoulder, you can now read that the placard reads, //1804-1900//. "We're here because this place is haunted, and we're going to find the ghost." [[Continue|rows]]

(unless:$familiars contains "rows")["Haunted?!" you cry. "You didn't tell me that!" She shrugs and gives you a bashful grin. "I thought you'd wuss out." You shut your mouth at this, because you know she might be right. "Besides, I don't //know// that it's haunted. I've just heard rumors. Strange noises, apparitions -- that kind of thing. That's really why no one goes into the archives anymore, and it's why they stopped digitizing. But I figured I had to see it for myself." //Of course you did,// you think, rolling your eyes. "Well, alright, fine. So we're here to see a ghost. How are we supposed to find it?" Wren pulls out a file and becomes absorbed in thumbing through papers. "Immaterial presences are the result of a unresolved matters in the material world. That means every ghost exists because of something they //didn't// get done while they were alive." She doesn't look up as she replies, speaking as though this were all very obvious. "Whether it's vengeance or treasure-guarding, every ghost has a task -- so if there //is// a ghost here, it's trying to do //something.// And we're going to figure out what that seomthing is." "How?"(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"rows")) She pulls out a newspaper and holds the faded print up to the light. "The old-fashioned way," she explains. "//Research//." ](if:$return is 1)["Fuck me," Wren grumbles, trying and failing to tuck her stretched panties into her jeans. "If I’d seen //that// coming, these would’ve been the //last// pair of panties I’d have worn." As intrigued as you are in Wren’s underwear-selection process, you’re more concerned with the fact of your first ever paranormal encounter. "You’re //sure// it was Anna Roundbottom?" you say. "I’m sure," Wren nods solemnly. "An apparition of her, at least." "So there really //are// such a thing as ghosts?" (set:$return=0) "Oh yes," Wren says. Then she winces and touches her tender behind. "I’ve got the proof right here. But it’s actually good news," she adds, brightening, "because it means we’re on to something. Whatever it is that’s down here, someone – maybe Anna herself – doesn’t want us to find it. They’ll try all sorts of stuff to stop it." "And we’re...going to keep looking for it?" Wren grins at you. "You bet your ass we are." You can’t help but grimace. //I think we literally have...// Before you can say another word, Wren has returned to the search. ]You turn to look back at the daunting rows of file cabinets. Each row is labelled with a placard categorizing the articles by the years they were written. Wren is busily flitting from row to row, pulling out papers willy-nilly. You are on your own. What would you like to research? [[1800s|1800-1900 row]] [[1901-1921|1901-1920 row]] [[1921-1940|1921-1940 row]] [[1941-1960|1941-1960 row]] [[1961-1980|1961-1980 row]]

##**1804-1900 ARCHIVE** (set:$row_1=$row_1+1)The row furthest to the left is marked with the first placard that Wren wiped off: it contains all the surviving articles from the 1800s. (unless:$familiars contains"row 1")[Since Puttsdale was established as a municipal township in 1804 (then redeclared after Minnesota officially became a state), these newspaper archives go back to the start of the 19th century. You pull out a cabinet and are immediately showered in dust. Coughing, you flip through the folders at arms length. The papers are yellowed and the print is small -- there's a magnifying glass to help you read the clippings, which are organized by date in the long filing drawers.(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"row 1"))] [Search]<search|(click-replace:?search)[{ }(if:$row_1 is 1)[(display:"article 1 - Cattle THIEVES")]{ }(else-if:$row_1 is 2)[(display:"article 2 - Letter to the Editor")]{ }(else:)[(display:"search")]][ [[Continue|rows]]]<exit|

##**1901-1920 ARCHIVE** (set:$row_2=$row_2+1)(unless:$familiars contains "row 2")[By the start of the 20th century, Puttsdale actually had two competing newspapers run by local volunteers, one for reporting official business and the other mosty for gossip. As a result, there are a lot more papers from the 1900s -- now every two decades gets a full row. ](set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"row 2"))The papers from 1901 to 1920 are in good condition, and they contain quite a few eye-catching photographs, mostly portrait shots. (unless:$familiars contains "row 2")[You find the search in this row is interesting and moves pretty fast.] [Search]<search|(click-replace:?search)[{ }(if:$row_2 is 1)[(display:"first article")(set:$research=1)]{ }(else-if:$row_2 is 2)[(display:"article 2 - Advertisement")]{ }(else:)[(display:"search")]][ [[Continue|rows]]]<exit|

##**1921-1940 ARCHIVE** (set:$row_3=$row_3+1)Many of the clippings from the 1920s, 30s, and 40s, are in excellent condition. (unless:$familiars contains "row 3")[//These papers are from when my grandparents were teens,// you think. It does seem at first glance that life is very different -- but some things in Puttsdale simply never change.(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"row 3"))] [Search]<search|(click-replace:?search)[{  }(if:$row_3 is 1)[(display:"article 1 - Detention Chairs")]{  }(else-if:$row_3 is 2)[{ }(unless:$disguise is 1)[{ }(if:$1st is 1)[(display:"disguise")]{ }(else:)[(display:"search")]]{ }(else:)[(display:"search")]]{  }(else:)[(display:"search")]][ [[Continue|rows]]]<exit|

##**1941-1960 ARCHIVE** (set:$row_4=$row_4+1)The 40s and 50s seem as good a place as any to search for clues about a ghost(unless:$familiars contains "row 4")[ -- this whole town seems to be stuck in the middle of the century, anyway. You start thumbing through newspapers, stopping whenever something catches your eye(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"row 4"))]. [Search]<search|(click-replace:?search)[{ }(if:$row_4 is 1)[(display:"article 1 - Mayor Spanked")]{ }(else-if:$row_4 is 2)[(if:$research is 1)[(display:"second article")(set:$research=2)](else:)[(display:"search")]]{ }(else:)[(display:"search")]][ [[Continue|rows]]]<exit|

##**1961-1980 ARCHIVE** (set:$row_5=$row_5+1)The 60s and 70s were rebellious decades for young people all over the United States, and Puttsdale was no exception. (unless:$familiars contains "row 5")[Teens in Puttsdale did their fair share of smoking pot, making free love, listening to hippie music, and all the rest...but the consequences were different. Many of these papers actually contain color photographs, which makes this section even more interesting to look at. You really could stay here a long time.(set:$familiars=$familiars+(a:"row 5"))] [Search]<search|(click-replace:?search)[{  }(if:$row_5 is 1)[(display:"article 1 - Brave New World")]{  }(else-if:$row_5 is 2)[{ }(if:$research is 2)[(display:"third article")](else:)[(display:"search")]]{  }(else:)[{  }(if:$microwave_article is 0)[(display:"article 2 - Microwaves")]{ }(else:)[{  }(if:$research is 2)[(display:"third article")]{ }(else:)[(display:"search")]]]][ [[Continue|rows]]]<exit|

One article stands out to you as you thumb through the archives. ###CATTLE THIEVES TO BE SPANKED IN VILLAGE SQUARE **An group of cattle hustlers, including the infamous Bad Bessie and her partner-in-crime, Hugo "El Burro" Longhorn, have been captured by the sheriff and will be spanked publically according to town law on Saturday. 10 strokes per offence will leave Bessie walking bowlegged after 120 swats! "Serves them right," one local farmer observed.** You never knew Puttsdale used to be ranching territory, but you have to imagine that outlaws were treated to a healthy dose of punishment...

You only find one article here that catches your eye: ###LETTER TO THE EDITOR **I wanted to add to an article published herein of late on the incorrigible wildness of the youths. I took your advice on tobaccee to heart, so I was looking through my children's belongings for that Satanic weed, when I found in the possession of my one-and-only-daughter a photograph of none other than El Burro! She's just turned 18 and ought to be looking for a husband, and instead she is day-dreaming over some outlaw so-and-so? I could not believe my Christian eyes. I took to spanking my daughter with her father's heavy leather belt against the cowfence, which the neighbors can see from yonder ranch. She kicked and screamed but, in time, my arm grew tired. That's when she started to mess me around: calling out, 'Oh, El Burro, more!' and the like. Ungodly such. But she was put right when her father came home. If El Burro is in any of her day-dreams now, she'll be high-tailing it with her hands over her caboose. Anyway, I got to thinking that the youth might be CONTINUED ON A2** Here, the paper cuts off, because A2 was apparently not kept.

You open the a paper from the late 1920s and stumble upon an ad for soothing lotion. An attractive housewife wearing a hankerchief tied around her head is smiling broadly in front of a burnt chicken dinner. Upon second glance, you realize she's not wearing anything besides her apron. She's holding a tub of cream and angling her softly colored bare bottom at the reader. ==><== ###WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES **HANSOM'S SOOTHING CREAM IS THERE FOR YOU WHEN HE GETS HOME** <== //Jeez...different times!// Then you reflect for a moment. //Maybe not for Puttsdale, though...//

An article from the Puttsdale High school newspaper catches your eye. ###NEW PRINCIPAL INTRODUCES "DETENTION CHAIRS" **In an executive decision one student described as "cruel and unusual," the new principal of Puttsdale High School has introduced a new form of punishment for seniors who misbehavior on campus grounds. After a hard paddling, seniors who choose to break the rules will now be required to complete their detentions bare-bottom on a specially designed "detention chair." "The seat is really hard and uncomfortable," an anonymous student counsel member explained, "but what's worse is that they rubbed ginger oil on it, so it stings extra." Principal Donner and teachers alike believe the new chairs will make seniors think twice before disobeying! "Every year, we have trouble with the senior class that's about to graduate," Principal Donner explains. "They need some extra time to think about their actions."** No doubt this article was written by a senior. //I wonder who was describing it was 'cruel and unusual?'//

You encounter a headline that grabs your attention: ##MAYOR LINDSAY SPANKED FOR AFFAIR, LYING! **by Sybil Landsworth You're never too old -- even if you're the mayor! Mayor Dana Lindsay, who is up for relection in November, was discovered in an scandalous affair with her receptionist, a young man by the name of Garvin. When details first emerged, Lindsay denied the accusation, but investigators were determined. Following public pressure, Lindsay was made to bare her bottom in a criminal line-up (see photos in section B) so that Garvin could prove his claim by identifying her particular posterior. When Garvin was successful, the case was proved beyond a shadow of a doubt! Mayor Dana Lindsay was subjected to a hard public paddling in city hall last night, with nearly the full town in attendance! "I have recognized the error of my ways, and I will strive to be a better public spank -- er, public servant in the coming months," Mayor Lindsay read tearfully from a written statement after her spanking. The spanking has improved Lindsay's poll numbers -- but will it be enough? "Well, I think she paid the price," said one observer. "Definitely sounded like it -- could hear her from outside! She's got my vote!"** Above the article is a picture of a pretty, raven-haired woman wearing glasses and looking shaken as she reads from a podium -- Mayor Lindsay is probably in her early thirties, and she does look truly sorry. You shake your head in amazement.

A brief article hails a "BRAVE NEW WORLD OF DISCIPLINE," and you recognize the squat building pictured in the photograph as Perkins Labs. The reporter can't say much about his visit to the "state-of-the-art facility" on account of clearance issues, but it's fairly clear from the writing that he was given a comprehensive tour. **"The research being done at Perkins Labs represents a bold and innovative approach to domestic and social life. Get ready to stand and face the future, Puttsdale! We will //not// be sitting."**

An op-ed article in this paper decries the popularization of the microwave. The author thinks frozen meals are replacing genuine home-cooking. **If my daughter ever serves one of those so-called TV dinners to my future-son-in-law, she'll be taking another trip over my lap. And that's a fact!** You imagine the teasing the author's poor daughter must have endured on the day this op-ed was published, and you can't help but grin.(set:$microwave_article=1)

You're flipping through the stack when suddenly you spy a brown package tied with twine. You take it out and find that it's soft and unaged, unlike the yellowing passages of Puttsdale yesterday. "Hey...Wren, what's this?" Wren comes to your side immediately and looks over your shoulder as you pull the string. The package opens with no resistance. The packing paper folds back to reveal -- "A...dress?" you say. "Looks old-fashioned," Wren says as you lift it from the package. And she's right. The dress has frills at the shoulders and a modest neckline. The skirt is knee-length -- but strangely shorter in the back than in the front. "It's not...//ugly//," you remark. The fabric is dark, a navy blue that's almost black, with a pink and yellow floral pattern. As far as old-fashioned clothing goes, this dress is -- //What would they say in the old days?// -- ...fetching. As the realization hits her, Wren claps her hand hard on your shoulder, and you wince. "The disciplinee!" she shouts. Then, pointing frantically at the raised back hem, she adds. "This was they dress she wore -- it's the official garment of the Puttsdale disciplinee! The person who took all the spankings for the town!" You start back, blinking. "Really?" you say. It's a pretty dress -- formal, and yet not in the least bit stuffy. It even smells fresh. "I'm sure," Wren says, nodding sternly. "And I'm also pretty sure that the ghost of the archives //wants you to put it on.//" [[Put on the dress]<put_on| [Refuse]<refuse|]<decision|{ }(click:?put_on)[(replace:?decision)[You look from Wren to the skirt, then back to Wren. "Put it...on?"(set:$disguise=1) Wren nods sagely. "I don't know for sure," she says, "but everything I'm seeing here suggests that we're dealing with a //poltergeist//." "Poltergeist? Like the movie?" "Sort of. Basically, a poltergiest is a mischevious spirit -- not super high up in the hierarchy of paranormal phenomena. They usually have pretty set limitations on their powers. Like, for instance, they can't harm you if you're wearing a certain set of clothes." You look back at the dress dubiously. "I...I don't know..." Wren steps forward. "Don't worry," she says, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "I won't look." You frown at the dress once more...then begin to strip down to your underwear as Wren stands with her back to you (although you could swear you see her peeking from the corner of your eye). Once it's on, you smooth it down over your lap and find, to your surprise, that it's actually a perfect fit. Wren grins and her eyes light up when she sees you wearing it. A playful smirk bolts across her face and she says, "Give us a spin!" "But what are //you// going to wear?" you ask finally. "Maybe the dress will protect me, but what about you?" "Oh, don't worry about me," Wren says, waving her hand. "I've dealt with poltergeists before. Smart-ass little bastards -- nothing too bad, though." You nod, although you're still feeling a bit unconvinced. "Alright then," Wren declares, "back to the search!]]{ }(click:?refuse)[(replace:?decision)["What?!" you exclaim shrilly. "No way! I'm not putting that thing on -- who //knows// where it's been!" "It's //been// in this package, probably waiting for you for decades," Wren says, shaking the torn packaging for effect. "Trust me, (print:$name), there aren't any coincidences in ghost-hunting. If you find something like this, it's probably for a //reason//." "Nuh-uh. No way," you say. "//You// wear it." Wren shakes her head. "Too small in the hips. I can tell just by looking at it. And I've had //enough// of a wedgie for one day." You snort. Wren shrugs. "Oh, well. If you don't want to wear it, that's fine. But don't get mad at me if it turns out to be the key to beating the poltergeist." "Poltergeist? Like the movie?" "Sort of. Basically, a poltergiest is a mischevious spirit -- not super high up in the hierarchy of paranormal phenomena. They usually have pretty set limitations on their powers. Like, for instance, they can't harm you if you're wearing a certain set of clothes." Then she shrugs again and turns away. "Alright then. Back to the search!"]]

As you are flipping through the archive, an article catches your eye. It's been clipped from its newspaper with a [[photo of a young woman|photo of anna]]. You pull it out and skim the page before calling Wren over to see. She trots to you and looks over your shoulder as you read the curious article together. ###ANNA ROUNDBOTTOM ELECTED 1ST PUTTSDALE DISCIPLINEE **by Thomas Harding Votes were tallied in city hall yesterday for the first ever election of an official Puttsdale Disciplinee, a position that detractors have called a "spanking scapegoat." The (un)lucky winner was Anna Roundbottom, 19, whose hijinks around town have made her quite famous in our community. "Only problem is she causes most of the trouble, anyhow," one city council member noted with amusement. "She hardly ever doesn't have a red bottom anyway!" The mayor explained that the idea for electing a town disciplinee came from a concerned youth, but he would not reveal their identity. Some of the townspeople, however, are concerned that having a designated Puttsdale Disciplinee will actually encourage more mischief, since miscreants will know that Anna will be receiving the punishment. This reporter had a chance to speak with Anna Roundbottom herself, who had this to say: "It's not fair! You can't spank me for something I didn't even do -- and I'm 19, not a kid!" This argument has been largely dismissed.** "I've heard of this," Wren says in a low voice. "A few decades ago, Puttsdale had one person take the spankings for every crime in the town!" You wrinkle your nose. "That's crazy! So one person is getting punished for something they didn't do?"(set:$disciplinee="known")(replace:?exit)[ [[Continue|encounter]]] Wren shrugs. "Different time, I guess."(set:$1st=1) You both return to researching, Wren going back to the row she was in before. Still, you can't get the thought of poor Anna ought of your mind. //The town Disciplinee//...you can only imagine how she must have felt about that!

Anna Roundbottom is a petit girl, but she lives up to her name. In the photo, she's pouting at the camera with her back turned, her prodigious bottom on display. Her hair is long and dark, and her eyes -- even in black and white -- are startlingly bright. She reminds you of someone...but you can't say //who//... Beneath the photo is an inscription that says, "**ANNA ROUNDBOTTOM PREPARES FOR A SPANKING AS TOWN DISCIPLINEE.**" [[Back to the article|first article]]

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You come across an article that stops you dead in your tracks. You see the name first -- Anna Roundbottom -- and remember the story about the town Disciplinee. ###SENIOR PRANK PROMPTS A PARADE OF PUNISHMENT ####Anna Roundbottom Speaks Out on the Spanking of a Lifetime by Dean Sampson(set:$2nd=1) **It’s a scene none of us will ever forget. June 11th: the day of the Annual Puttsdale Welcome-to-Summer Parade, the first day of vacation for all students and one of the most beautiful weather days of the year. Everyone had gathered Uptown to enjoy free lemonade, fair food, and the sights. And did we ever get //sights//! This previous week, the graduated class of Puttsdale High played a now-infamous prank: four pigs were released inside the school building, each with a number painted on its back. (The search for pig number 2 is still underway as I am writing this. If anyone has any tips, please call the tip-line!) The town council decided that the punishment would be incorporated into the parade. By that morning, news had gotten out: 19-year-old Anna Roundbottom, the official town Disciplinee and recepient of all discipline for that month of June, would be receiving a barebottom spanking on a blue and white parade float. Every person in the town turned out to see – and I do mean //every//one. This reporter is no exception! Lemonade and kettlecorn in hand, we watched with eager anticipation as the Puttsdale Disciplinee float rounded the corner onto Main Street. I had the chance to speak to our town's Disciplinee just this morning as she was continuing to ice her beleagered behind. "My a-er, //butt// has never felt so hot from just a hand before – I swear to G...erm, I //swear// that you could have fried bacon on it," she says, careful to avoid the sort of profanities that would not be fit to print...and might provoke a second dose of discipline! "And just when I thought I was done, he takes out this little paddle – oh, god, I could hardly //think// straight." When asked if being barebottom in front of a gathered crowd added to the effectieness of the punishment, Anna was direct. "Obviously!" she exclaimed. "You think I wanted everyone to see all of that?!" In one final question, this reporter inquired as to the skill of her spanker, local grocer Henry Dievs. She was emphatic in her response: YES, Henry did the town proud! "That guy ought to start a business or something," she adds, somewhat ruefully rubbing her heinie. And there you have it, folks! After the success of this year's parade, some have suggested making the barebottom spanking float an annual event. You can be sure this reporter will be there next year to bring the news!** You lower the paper, staring off into space. "Wren," you say finally. "I-I think you might want to see this one." After Wren reads the paper, her eyes are wide and her eyebrows practically leaping off her face. There’s a faint blush in her cheeks as she returns the paper to the file, but her voice is steady and sure. "We’re getting closer," she says. "Keep an eye out, because I have a feeling that ghost is coming again soon!"(replace:?exit)[ [[Continue|encounter]]]

(if:$part_1 is "read")[You’re searching valiantly when your eye alights on a continuation of the article you were reading before: "FORMER PUTTSDALE DISCIPLINEE PRAISES" starring Anna Roundbottom. You quickly pull it out and read. CONTINUED FROM B1 **may surpise you. "Oh, absolutely," she told this reporter. "I would fully support the program coming back. And I could think of a few young people who might benefit from the role!" She goes on to explain that she wasn’t always in favor of the Disciplinee Program – not by a long shot. Understandably, she resented being spanked for her friends’ mischeif and the bad behavior of her classmates. "But then I realized," she said, "how much of that behavior was actually in my control! See, I was one of the popular girls. All of the disciplinees were popular, girls and boys alike. People would look to us for an example. And when I was setting a good example, the whole town benefited." When I asked what she thought of the spankings themselves, she got a twinkle in her eye. "Oh, I complained and complained. But they weren’t always so bad," she says with a laugh. "It depended on who was giving them." Judging from photographs of the local grocer, Henry Dievs, in his youth, this reporter thinks she can catch Anna’s meaning. There is only one question that remains, and it’s one that Anna still says she doesn’t know the answer to: who is it who pulled the infamous Senior prank that resulted in the "Float Spanking" on the Welcome-to-Summer parade? "Oh, I still have no idea who set those three little pigs free," Anna says with a laugh. "And I knew all the troublemakers who would do that – I was one of them after all!" She shrugs. "I guess that one will always be a mystery. It isn’t likely the program will return to Puttsdale anytime soon, but Anna Roundbottom says this Disciplinee isn’t going anywhere. Rumors that she is moving after the sale of her bakery is finalized are false. "There’s no better place to live than Puttsdale," she says seriously. "I’m staying right here."**(set:$part_2="read") (if:$encounter>0)[//She had that much right,// you think. ]You fold the continuation and place it where you took it from, thoughts still racing. "Whatcha got there?" You practically just out of your skin as Wren steps up behind you unannounced. Paying no mind to the scare she's just given you, Wren leans in to read over your shoulder, snapping her gum as she does. She gives her gum one final, thoughtful //snap//, and her eyes go wide. "What?" you say. "What's the matter?" She takes the paper from your hands and reads with it an inch from her nose. "How many pigs were released in Puttsdale High School for the Senior prank?" she says. "Um..." you think back to the prior article. "...Four, I think." Wren lowers the paper and shakes her head at you. "No," she says. "Look here: Anna says there were //three//." You look again. It's true: Anna //does// say there were three. "So?" you say. "What's your point?" "It's brilliant!" Wren exclaims. She looks to you expectantly. "Don't you get it? The pranksters painted numbers on the pigs -- 1, 3, and 4 -- so that people would think there were four pigs. That's why they were still searching for pig #2!" You blink, letting the explanation sink in. "Ohhhhh," you say. "...that IS pretty clever. And they were Henry Diev's pigs, so he would have been in on it! He could have just said he was missing four and kept them searching forever!" You laugh, then stop abruptly. "But...how did Anna know?" Wren licks her lips, aglow with the anticipation. "There's only one way she would have known for sure," she says. "And that's..." You say in unison: "If she was in on it too!" Just then, you both hear a loud noise from behind the filing cabinets. You gasp together, meeting eyes. Neither of you speaks. But you both know exactly what you need to do.(replace:?exit)[ [[Investigate the noise|encounter 3]]]](else:)[Your eye catches on the word //Disciplinee// in the headline, and you yank the article out. The picture is of a middle-aged woman, perhaps early forties, with a shock of platinum white in her long dark hair. She’s wearing a polka-dotted dress with no stockings and a smirk. Despite the age and new hairstyle, it only takes you a moment to realize it’s Anna Roundbottom. ###FORMER PUTTSDALE DISCIPLINEE PRAISES PROGRAM **Anna Roundbottom, 59,** – (//Oh, jeez,// you think, //she’s aged well//.) -- **is a fixture in Puttsdale. Not only did she run the local bakery until its recent sale to Marvin Sly, but she’s also a leading member of the Parent Teacher Association and a frequent guest speaker at the summer festival. Known and beloved for her quick wit, her effortless charm, and her commitment to this community,** – (//Sounds like she really turned things around...//.) -- **is Roundbottom is recognized by every Puttsdale local as the lovely embodiment of our lovely town! What some might not know is that Anna Roundbottom was part of an infamous Puttsdale program started in the 1920s called the "Town Disciplinee Program." Under this program, a single elected resident of Puttsdale would receive all spankings for any rule-breaking! Anna was the 1st of these disciplinees and served the longest in the role: a total of four months, spread out over six separate holdings. While it might seem unfair and wrong-headed to us today, Anna says the program did her and her disciplinee peers a lot of good! "I went from mischief-maker to model citizen," she laughs. "Following people around to make sure they behaved. After all, it was my butt on the line!" Ask Anna Roundbottom if she thinks the program should return, and her answer **(set:$part_1="read") CONTINUED ON B4 The article cuts off there. You’ll have to find the rest of the paper to hear her response.]

Anna Roundbottom strides forward weilding her paddle. "Still here?" she says. Looking you right in the eye, she adds: "I could have //sworn// we just learned a lesson about //trespassing//...hm?" She puts her hands on her hips and purses her mouth, but can't help a small smile. "Oh well," she says. "Guess we'll just have to learn the lesson together again!" "Not so fast," you say, stepping forward. Anna blinks, apparently caught off guard. You fold your arms across your chest. "We've figured you out, Anna Roundbottom. We aren't afraid of you anymore." She blinks again, and this time a brief look of concern crosses her expression. She masks it with a mischevious grin. "Oh?" she says. "And just what exactly did you find out?" You turn to Wren, who is looking to you like a child waiting for her parent to take the lead. //Guess it's up to me, then,// you think. "Wren, remember what you said when we first came down here? About ghosts, and why they have to hang around?" you say. Wren looks blankly at you for a moment, then, remembering, stammers an answer. "Oh! Yeah! Ghost phenomena occur because of //unresolved matters// in the material world!" "Right," you say, looking back at Anna. "But what if the thing that's //unresolved// is just something you //want more of?// What if you stay as a ghost because you //didn't get enough// in life to satify you?" "What are you blabbering about?" Anna Roundbottom says crossly. "You were the 'spanking scapegoat,' right? The town disciplinee?" Anna's thin eyebrows knit together, and the lights flicker. "You're damn right I was. Anytime //anyone// did something wrong, it was //my// butt that got spanked!" She sniffs angrily and drags her arm across her eyes, wiping away a ghostly tear. "It was so //unfair!//" "Maybe, yes. But that didn't stop you from bringing spankings //on yourself!//" Anna drops her arm and looks at you, lips parted, eyes wide and intense. "It was you who came up with the idea to release the pigs in Puttsdale High School, wasn't it? And you came up with the idea to number them 1, 3, and 4 -- that's why you knew, years later, that there were only three pigs. You knew a prank like that would get you spanked -- that the punishment would be //huge//, big enough to match the mischief you'd caused -- and you did it anyway, because you //wanted// to be spanked!" You fold your arms triumphantly, and Wren follows suit. "The spanking you got on the parade float -- all of that was you! The town disciplinee program, even: you came up with it yourself, and //you// told the mayor. You were the 'concerned youth' who gave him the idea! You set it all up so you could have the ultimate punishment -- you were loving every second of it!" Anna Roundbottom's face has fallen. Her arms are limp at her sides. Now her eyes dart nervously to and fro, and she drifts backwards without touching the floor. She even appears to be getting smaller. "You..." she says softly, without any of the ghostly might from before. "You...how did you...you know //all// of it..." "That's what you get from good research." You flash Wren a grin, and she returns it readily. "But the thing is, Anna," you continue, you voice softer now. "You didn't //have// to do all of that to get a spanking." You step forward. "See...you could have just //asked//." The ghost of the 1st official Puttsdale Disciplinee looks up at you with dewey eyes. "R-really?" she says timidly. You give her a reassuring smile. "Try it," you say. Wren stands beside you with baited breath.(set:$success=1) [[Continue|ITA game over]]

You have your nose deep in the archives when your concentration is broken by a shrill cry from the other side of the filing cabinets. "AaaaA//HAOW//!!" The shriek is followed by a quick (but suitably loud) tearing noise, like a piece of courdoroy fabric being ripped in half. You hear a scuffle of footsteps and girlish laughter as you jump back from the files and race to the other row to find Wren standing on one foot, arms flailing, the waistband of her underpants slung around her head. Wren’s wedgie is as deep and unforgiving as it is revealing. Her underwear is white with the words I WANT TO BELIEVE written across the back, although in its current, tautly drawn state it looks more like: ==><== **IWNTO BLVE** <== Her back is arched and her head is back, the waistband tightening against her forehead even as it digs mercilessly between her butt cheeks. She hops around for a moment and you can hear the elastic protest again. Her jean shorts are being pulled down off her rear by the wedgie working further out of her pants, and you catch a glimpse of her pale, moon-white bottom before – "HELP! ME!" Wren says, not without annoyance. You snap out of your trance and lunge forward to take the panties off Wren’s head. To do this, you have to briefly pull her wedgie tighter, and she screams at a pitch only rodents can hear before gasping with relief as the over-stretched panties snap back, still hanging from her pants. Wren is panting, and she puts her hand on the files to steady herself. "What happened?" you say. "I heard laughing – who else is down here?" She shakes her head, still catching her breath. "No...body," she says. "Just...Anna." At first, you don’t understand what she means. You’re about to tell her so when it dawns on you. //Anna Roundbottom.// The troublemaker Puttsdale elected as the disciplinee. Wren looks at you with wide eyes. She’s not afraid, though. In spite of the harrowing experience she’s just had –an atomic //that// bad must be one for the journal, even Wren’s – her face is flush with excitement. "I saw her," she says. "I fucking //saw// her. She looked just like the picture!" You feel a chill run down your spine. "You can’t mean..." Wren nods, an actual grin spreading across her face. "The archives are honest-to-God //haunted.//"(set:$return=1) [[Continue|rows]]

All of the sudden you hear a horrible rumbling sound, like a rolling thunderclap, and the lights of the archive flicker and die. You feel Wren grab you, but you can’t see the hand in front of your face. She tries to sound steady, but her voice quivers as she speaks to you. "Wh-wh-what the fuck was that?" "I don’t know," you strain to say, "but you’re squeezing too //tight.//" "You’re squeezing //me// too tight!" Wren replies indignantly. There’s a pause. Silence envelops you both as the realization dawns. "...Wren –" you begin. But the moment the word leaves your lips you’re cut off by a scream, and the flurescent lights buzz wildly as they turn back on. The light now is an eerie emerald green that casts the world into strange and unsettling angles. You no longer feel anything gripping you, and Wren is standing beside you wringing her hands. There’s another sound, this one like the flutter of wings, and both of your heads snap in the direction of the sound. You see a file drawer that has been pulled out to it’s complete length. You see where the sound is coming from now: the articles in the drawer are, completely on their own, launching into the air and flapping around, as though invisible hands were rooting through the papers of Puttsdale past and throwing unwanted articles aside. You look at Wren, you is now biting her nails. "You said this was a //poltergeist//, right?" you say. "And that’s not so bad?" "W-well," Wren quavers as the torrent of papers continues, "a poltergeist //can// throw papers around b-but..." She winces. "I don’t think that’s what’s happening." "You don’t think //what?//" Just as the words leave your lips, a ghostly voice exclaims: "**A-HA!**" The papers stop fluttering, and a single article rises slowly from the drawer. "I think..." Wren says in a small voice. She doesn't finish her thought. The air behind the cabinet seems to vibrate as an apparition begins to take shape. A pair of bright blue eyes, then a smattering of freckles, an upturned nose, followed quickly by the rest of the face, looking down at a slowly appearing hand, connected to a bare arm – pale and ghostly beneath the greenish light – leading to a ruffled sleeve and a shoulder. Standing before you is the unmistakable ghost of Anna Roundbottom, exactly as she appeared in the picture, even wearing the same dress. Her eyes alight on the article that she grips in both hands. "**Took me long enough to find,**" she says, her voice echoing through the generations, "**but I think this should help with our situation!**" She looks up at the two of you, then back down to read. "**Trespassers on library property earn 20 strokes each, barebottom, with paddle.**" She looks back to you both, running up and down your body with her eyes.(if:$inventory contains "archives paddle")[ "**Ah!**" the ghost declares, her voice sounding giddy. "**You’ve even brought me a paddle – so then you //are// ready for your punishment!" You look to Wren as the heavy paddle flies from her hands and lands on the ghosts outstretched palm. Wren snatches her hands away and folds them, terrified, against her chest.]{ }(else:)[ The ghost holds out her hand, and from somewhere in the endless rows of shelves there comes a clattering sound as a drawer is forced open by a profoundly solidly object wanting to be free. Something dark and heavy flies past your faces and lands with a //thwap// in Anna’s extended hand. It’s a heavy paddle -- finished oak, rounded edges, light enough to swing and heavy enough to smart. ] You and Wren exchange a nervous glance.(if:$disguise is 1)[ Then Anna stops, as though suddenly realizing something. "**What's this?**" she says softly, the echo fading from her voice. "**Are you- Is that...**" She swoops forward without seeming to move her legs. You feel cool air as her fingers brush the hem of your dress. Finally, in a hushed voice, she says: "The outfit of the town Disciplinee?" You look at Wren, who apparently has no idea what to do, because she only shrugs. //Great help you are,// you want to say to the "paranormal investigator." Instead, you just sigh and turn back to Anna. "Yes. That's me."(set:$received=$received+(a:"The Ghost of Anna Roundbottom")) "So," Anna says, a new note of intrigue in her voice. "Does that mean you are willing to take the punishment on both your behalf?" [[Yes]<yes| [No]<no|]<answer|{ }(click:?yes)[(replace:?answer)[You bow your head, resigned to your fate. "Y-yes," you say. Wren gasps. "I'll take the punishment." At first, Anna's expression doesn't change. Then, her pretty face breaks out into a ghastly grin. "//Well// now!" she exclaims. "//This// is going to be //fun!//" (display:"SPANKED BY THE GHOST")]](click:?no)[(replace:?answer)["N-no way!" you cry out, stepping back. The ghost drops her shoulders. "'Pity," she says with a sigh. "I thought I was in the presense of another Spanking Scapegoat." Then she shrugs. "I suppose that means you shouldn't be wearing //that//." She flicks her wrist and snaps, and the dress evaporates off your body like a morning fog, leaving you standing in your underwear. "What the --" you exclaim. "No matter," she goes on. "You're //still// getting your punishment!" A grin spreads across her face. You look at Wren and she looks at you. Both of you have real fear in your eyes. But it's about to get so. Much. Worse. (display:"ITA game over")]] ](else:)[ (display:"ITA game over")]

(if:$success is 1)[Anna Roundbottom floats down and lands on the floor. A change seems to take place in her -- her colors become more vibrant, more real. Her face blushes even, as it did in life. "M-may I -- um," she begins, not meeting your eyes. You motion to Wren for a chair in the corner of the archives, and she brings it to you quickly. When Anna Roundbottom looks into your face, her bright eyes are twinkling. "Would you...give me a spanking?" You smile kindly at her and sit in the chair Wren sets out. "Over my lap, Anna." Timidly, Anna Roundbottom tucks a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear and comes to you with small steps. She climbs over your lap slowly, and when you feel her weight on you, it's a //real// weight, as solid as any living girl. She arches her back and raises her pleasantly shaped bottom, which you're pleased to note is //also// quite solid. She glances up at you over her shoulder, for the first time looking anxious, and also genuinely excited. "Alright, Anna Roundbottom," you say. "You aren't getting this spanking because of some other townperson's misbehavior. This punishment isn't for anyone else. It's only for //you//." Anna titters -- it's a nervous laugh, but a happy one. You lift her skirt and draw down her panties, and she shivers but doesn't protest. You raise your hand...and you bring it down. With that solid, echoing //PHWAP!// against Anna's right butt cheek, the best spanking of her life -- or afterlife -- begins. You spank Anna hard, alternating between her round white buttocks and covering ever inch, down to her upper-middle thigh and up to the topmost part of the cleft between her cheeks. She cries out at first, wincing and hissing as the heat builds. Then she purrs and moans as the pinkness spreads. Wren watches on, fascinated, chewing her nails, as you spank Anna Roundbottom into a blissful state of ecstacy and pain, and she starts to writhe gently and kick up her bare feet with each swat. //PHLAP! WHAP! FWAP!// goes your hand against her rear, and her bottom dances happily as she sways, rolling on your knee. She bites her lip and makes a deep noise of pleasure as a particularly successful //clap// takes her on an already stinging cheek. "Mmmph!" She waggles her bottom and drops her head, really panting now, her breath coming in fast, deep gasps. //FWACK! FWAP! WAP! WAP! WAP!// You pepper her bottom with hard swats until she reaches between her thighs, shifting her body and hikingup her skirt so that even more of her alabaster-white lower half is visible, even as each of her butt cheeks begins to take on a bright red shade, as start as the color of her dress. "Oh!" she cries out as another spank //pops// against her backside. Her eyes go wide. "Oh! Ohhhhh //OH!//" Her foot kicks up, and you increase your speed, striking hard and fast in rhythm with the twisting of Anna's waist. Her plump buttocks ripple and roil as she shakes and shudders on your lap, moaning and squealing and finally crying out: "OoooooOOO! AaAAHAHAHA//HAHA//!" Her legs stretch out behind her stiff, and her head jerks back. Her eyes cross and her mouth opens in a mindless grin. "Yesss!" she exclaims as the orgasm rolls through her, starting at her pelvis and wrapping around her backside, pulsating and filling every inch of her. She begins to glow on your lap, and not just in her face and cheeks -- to //really// glow, a bright white light that encompasses her entire form and hurts your eyes. You and Wren both raise your arms to cover your eyes... And when you look back down, she's gone. But a faint, drifting laugh is still wafting through the archives. Not the fearsome, wicked laugh from before. A laugh that is bright and happy and free. Anna Roundbottom is //free//. [[Continue|good ending]]]{ }(else-if:$success is 0)[The ghost of Anna Roundbottom steps out of the shadows and looks you both up and down. You draw in your breath sharply, and you feel Wren do the same. There's a smirk on Anna's face, and her head is held high. She's just as pretty as she was in life -- prettier, even, than the photo you saw. Now she sucks her teeth, then tuts softly to herself. "**No, no, no. This won’t do at all.**" Fixing you with a malevolent grin, she raises her hand and snaps her fingers. You cry out as you feel a tug on your clothes, and you hear Wren cry out with equal panic beside you. Wren’s over-stretched panties go taut behind her as though about to wedgie her again, but instead of pulling upwards they fly //out// and vanish completely. Her jean shorts fall to the floor and disappear, and her hoodie lifts up, causing her to stagger forward. It slides off her arms as though it were being sucked into a black hole, then it’s gone. Your own clothes follow suit. Unsure of what to cover, you clasp your hands over your chest, then your privates, then your bottom, standing in the cold archives stark naked and suddenly wanting very much to tell Wren and her crazy paranormal investigations to //go to hell.// But it’s far too late for that, now. "I thought you said poltergeists weren’t that strong!" you say. "I did!" Wren says, eyes wide with panic now. "And they aren’t! But this isn’t a poltergiest – i-it’s a //manifestation//!" "And what does //that// mean?" "It means this is //actually// Anna Roundbottom, and we’re –" Anna cuts her off just as you both feel a hand against your backs force you forward. "I think that’s quite enough talking from the trespassers," she says cooly. Her voice has become normal now in its tenor, no longer echoing – Anna Roundbottom is fully formed in the present age now, solid and in the room. Her tone is acid as she adds: "Save your voices for counting." She smirks at you both and steps around the file cabinet. "Now, seeing as we don’t have a desk for you to bend over, we’ll have to make do." She snaps her fingers again, and you and Wren both squeal as you’re launched over the drawer, your arms pinned down by invisible tendrils, your hips together with Wren’s, goosepimpling as your bare flesh touches hers. You and Wren look at each other in terror. "Alright, disciplinees," Anna says. You can no longer see her, as you’re pinned down over the drawer no matter how hard you struggle. Still, you can hear the grin in her voice and the confidence in her footfalls. //Anna Roundbottom was town Disciplinee,// you think, //and now she’s at the other side of a paddle.// You swallow hard. //She’s not going to waste this chance.// "I want you both to count your swats, nice loud ‘//Thank you, ma’am!//’ for me, mm?" You hear the air being displaced as she gives the paddle a practice swing. You hear Wren whimper softly. "And what are you being spanked for?" Anna says. There’s a brief silence. Then, Wren’s tremulous voice: "T-tresspassing, ma’am." You cut her a hard glance. She shrugs with a //Well, what are we supposed to do?!// look. "Very good. Now, since //you// know what you did wrong," she says to Wren, turning slowly, "...I’m going to start with your //friend// here. Just to be sure we’re //all// on the same page." Your blood runs cold. You bite your lip, and despite the chilliness of being naked in the library basement, you feel a bead of sweat on your forehead trace back behind your ear. You’re about to mutter a curse when – //FWACK!// Like a thunderclap, complete with white hot lightning, the first stroke of the paddle lands on your pale bottom, cheek-to-cheek, with such heavy precision that you’re entire bottom feels the blossoming pain as soon as the paddle pulls away. Your head lurches up and your cry out at the top of your lungs: "Gaaaaahahaah!" You drop your head as the currents of pain spread and fade. You feel Wren’s breath tickle your face. "Does it hurt?" she asks. You look at her sharply, lips pursed. She wilts. "...thought so," she says. "What do we saaa//aaay//?" the vengeful spirit says behind you. You can hear the glee in her voice practically spilling over. You realize that a part of you has always felt sorry for ghosts – unable to shake this mortal coil, doomed to a shadow of life. You don’t feel very sorry for them any more. Not for //this// ghost, anyway. //FWACK!// "Aaaahahaha!" "Now, see that one doesn’t count," the ghost of Anna Roundbottom says, hoisting the paddle over her shoulder, "because you didn’t give the count of the first one yet. See how this works?" You grit your teeth, feeling your calf spasm as you try, unsuccessfully, to clench the pain out of your backside. "//One//," you say at last. "...is that all?" You cut another hard glance at Wren and find, to your extreme annoyance, that she’s mouthing the words out to you as though you’d forgotten them. You hadn’t. "//Thank you,// ma’am." You glare at your partner-in-spanking, trying to convey to her just how very //unthankful// you’re actually feeling in this moment. [[Continue|bad ending]]]

After Anna disappeared, all of the files in the archive returned to their proper places. You and Wren watched as the drawers calmly closed, and even the chair slid back to its proper place on the wall. You look at each other, silent and understanding. Without saying it, you communicate a single phrase to each other. //Our work here is done.// You change back into your regular clothes, which are folded where you left them on the floor. Wren tucks the disciplinee dress into her backpack, as well as the oak paddle, which was still lying where Anna dropped it before she went over your lap. You wonder if those items will even come in handy again. You're pretty sure they will. In the library upstairs, it looks to everyone as though nothing at all has changed. Libby glances at you as you come to her kiosk counter and return the archives key. "Find what you were looking for?" she says as she takes it from you. You and Wren exchange a glance, both of you grinning. "I'm not sure we knew exactly what we were looking for," you say. "But we definitely found //something//." "Well, that's how research is," Libby says as she deposits the archive key in her desk drawer. "You go in thinking you're there for one thing, and something else comes up. That means you're doing it right." She smiles at you both. "I'm impressed with the two of you. You were down there a long time, and I could hear a lot of work getting done. Anytime you want to go back down there, you just ask." You smile. "We might just take you up on that," you say.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Wren Glacey - PARTNER")) "Yeah," Wren adds. "There's always another mystery to solve." But for now, you're exhausted and you need to get home. You and Wren part ways at the door -- Wren giving you a shy smile before turning briskly and heading who-knows-where -- and you go back to your apartment to write in your journal: "Today, I spanked a ghost..."(set:$given=$given+(a:"The Ghost of Anna Roundbottom"))(set:$wre_loc="home") [[Go home|YOUR APARTMENT - JOURNAL]]

Wren grimaces apologetically. Her hair has fallen into her face, giving her a cute, dishevelled look. She bites her lower lip. You’d think it was sexy if you didn’t have so much already on your – //FWACK!// "Ngaahh! //Ooooow//!" ...mind. "Th-three, ma’am!" Now the ghost turns her attention to Wren, who squirms once (ineffectively) against the invisible binds. You see the paddle rise from the corner of your eye, then fall with an immensely satisfying //splat!// Wren jerks her head up and cries out, hissing and kicking her feet. "One, thank you m-ma’am!" //FFWACK!// "T-two! Thank you, ma’am!" Anna Roundbottom folds her arms. "This one catches on quickly! I like that!" She bites the nail of her thumb coyly. "It’s almost," you add under your breath, "as though you were used to this sort of situation." Wren simpers, then shrugs her shrugs as best she can. "Ghost-hunting," she pants, "doesn’t always pan out as planned." //FFWACK!// "Owwwwaahahahaa! //Three//, thank you, ma’am!" In alternating rounds of two and three, the apparition beats both of your bottoms with a gleeful abandon. Sometimes the smacks are so powerful that the lights around you flicker and dim – or maybe that’s just in your mind. What definitely //isn’t// in your head is the powerful, radiant heat emanating off both of your derrieres as the ghost of Anna Roundbottom administers the final swats. //FWACK!// "Gaahaha! 18! Th-thank you! Mmmmmphaaa! Ma’am!" //FWACK!// "Ohmigooood! //19!// Thank you, ma’am!" //FWACK!// Agony and relief course through you as the final swat connects, sending you rocking forward as your bright red bottom dances to that infernal rhythm. You puff out your cheeks, out of breath from howling, drop your head and announce in a quivering voice: "T-twenty! Thank-you, m-ma’am!" You glance over at Wren as she takes her final three swats looking straight ahead, setting her jaw and clenching her eyes shut between strokes. Her face is glossy and wet with tears, but her gray eyes shine under the bright green light. //FWACK!// Gritting her teeth, Wren belts out: "19, thank you, ma’am!" Then she whimpers, twisting her hips – "Mmmmph..." – and drops her head. The final smack of your double-punishment resonates through the archives. Wren kicks up both legs, then her cry fades into a moan. You’re able to glance behind you just enough to see the top of Wren’s blistered rear end for yourself, as scarlet and hot as a poker on a fire – you have you believe your bottom looks the same. "Th-thank you for our spanking, A-anna," Wren sobs. "Y-yeah," you manage to choke out. You can’t quite keep the sarcasm out of your voice, though, and you brace for an extra swat. But the ghost of Anna Roundbottom doesn’t seem to care. She steps back to admire her handiwork. "I have //always// wanted to do that," she says, more to herself than to either of you. You feel the binds on your wrists loosening, and you stand up stiffly. Wren joins you, sniffling and rubbing her dark red caboose. "Alright," you say, trying to sound as steady as you can despite your nakedness and the throbbing in your backside. "You’ve spanked us both. 20 swats, on the bare. Now will you let us leave?" The ghost looks up at you, and her eyes flash. "Let you leave?" Her scowl deepens, then changes to a smirk. "What an idea!" You and Wren feel a soft wind blowing behind you, and like a breeze through a cemetery it chills you to the bones. Anna’s hair flutters and her eyes glow white and empty. She opens her hand, and the paddle – instead of falling to the floor – levitates by her as she steps back. "Uh-oh." You aren’t sure if you or Wren said it, or if you said it together. Either way, you don’t have a good feeling here. "**Come to think of it, the two of you //are// still// tresspassing,**" she says, her voice beginning to echo again. "**So allow me to //show you the door!//**" Suddenly, the floating paddle lunges and strikes Wren on her already sore bottom. "Gaaha!" she cries out. Then, "Run for it!" The archives echo with laughter as you and Wren run screaming from the haunted implement, your naked feet pounding the linoleum, the lights flickering and blinking, the cursed laughter rising in pitch and volume as the paddle cracks down on your bouncing butts -- //FWACK!// "Ngah!" //FWACK!// "Oeeea//ah//!" – all the way up the stairs and to the door. You both grab the doorknob together and pull mightily as the paddle winds up for another swing. As soon as the door is open you both stagger forward, tumbling over each other, landing naked and red-bottomed and crying aloud – -- right at Libby Martine, the librarian’s, feet. "What in the //hell//," she hisses. "do you think you’re doing making //that// kind of noise in //my// library?" You turn, just as the last echos of ghostly laughter fade, and the door to the library archives shuts behind you. "W-we’re sorry, Libby!" Wren says in a heightened whisper. "It wasn’t our fault!" you add. "There’s a –" Libby makes a furious //shh!// gesture and you fall silent. "If you want to run around naked and spanking each other," she says, glancing scornfully at your matching red tushies, "you sure as hell aren’t going to do it in here. And //certainly// not in the archives. Now get up!" You both stand silently, cupping your hands over yourselves as the patrons of the library glance surripticiously at you over their books, giggling softly. "We didn’t do this to ourselves," you whisper, your face getting hot. "There’s s-something //down there!//" Libby raises an eyebrow, but when you try to explain, she holds up her hand. "Both of you. Out front. Library steps." You open your mouths to protest, but she glowers at you over her glasses. "//Now//." ==><== *** <== Which is how you and Wren wound up spending the afternoon naked on alternate sides of the library steps, noses pressed against the stone, ruby-red bottoms on full display to the street. Libby did give you each a few hard swats – eliciting //far// more noise than would be allowed in a normal town's library – but she apparently figured that your bottoms were mostly punished enough, because she didn’t take out her special paddle. The embarassment of having your nude corner time in front of every pedestrian on Lake Street, however, was more than punishment enough, on top of the supernatural spanking neither of you will soon forget. You risk a glance over at Wren, and are surprised to see she’s risking a glance at you. Her pretty face is tear stained and the crimson of her spanked cheeks stands out hotly from the rest of her paleness... She mouths a word to you.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Wren Glacey - PARTNER")) //Sorry.// And then she smiles.(set:$wre_loc="home") You discover -- again to your surprise – that you are smiling back. It was quite an adventure the two of you had together. Actually pretty fun at times – and who knew ghosts were actually //real//?! Still, you think it will be a while before you join Wren on adventure again. The memory of this one is going to haunt you for quite some time... [[Go home|YOUR APARTMENT - JOURNAL]]

Before you can say another word, the ghost of Anna Roundbottom takes you by your ear -- her pinch is suddenly all too real, and you cry out sharply. Wren covers her mouth and steps back. "Hands against the filing cabinet here, //thank you//," Anna Roundbottom says in a clipped voice. You wonder if she's impersonating some spanker from her own time. She expertly flicks the hem of the dress up, baring your tushy, then peels your underwear down, letting it slide down your legs. Part of you wants to protest, but a larger part of you knows better than to argue when a ghost is baring your bottom. "Now, stick that fanny out, that's good, dear. Be brave for us, now, it hurts you more than me!" She stops, bites a finger. "Or...wait...is that the way it's supposed to go?" She laughs. "I don't often get to be on this side of a spanking! [[Play along]<sub| [Be annoyed]<dom|]<choose|{ }(click:?sub)[(replace:?choose)["Thank you for disciplining us, Miss Roundbottom," you say. "We deserve a spanking for trespassing, and I will take the punishment for both of us." (set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1)(color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS!] Anna's face splits into a broad grin. She looks at Wren. "A natural!" she exclaims. She raises her paddle. "//This// ought to be good!"]]{ }(click:?dom)[(replace:?choose)["Just get on with it," you growl. The ghost of Anna Roundbottom tuts. "You're not making this any easier for yourself, having an attitude." She looks up at Wren, who is still standing helplessly aside. "Now -- watch how it's done!"]] //FWACK!// The sting of the paddle catches you completely off guard, like a sudden noise in the middle of the night. Your eyes go wide and your breath catches. You can already feel the mark blooming across both cheeks. Your fingers twitch. "Tough, are you?" Anna says, floating mirthfully to and fro. "We'll see about that! //FWACK!// "//Ngah//!" Your silence in response to the first spank was more on account of shock than bravery -- but now that the warmth is starting to grow, it's fully dawning on you just how much trouble you're in, and you aren't feeling very brave //at all//. //FFFFWACK!// "Aaahaha!" //CRACK!// "Ohhhmigod!" You kick up your foot, then feel pressure on your back. "Hold that tushy out, you," Anna says gleefully. "Or I'll have to start again!" //THWACK!// "Aaaie!" //FWACK!// "Oh //GOD//!" The paddle is as thick and heavy as any you've ever felt, and there's nothing immaterial about the way Anna swings. You feel a blush rising in your cheeks even as your rear end reddens and smarts. You bite your lip, trying to hold back tears. //FWACK!// "Ooowwwww!" Trying... //FWACK!// "Gaaaaaiee!" //Trying...// //FFWACK!// And failing. The first sob burst out of you just as the paddle claps hard against your rear, a full, flat contact that extends all the way across your sit-spots. You squeal and clench your eyes shut, still crying out even as another swat comes down. //FWACK! FWACK! FWACK! FWACK!// Before too long, your bottom is a deep pink color, and Wren's expression is both horrified and apologetic. Your tears are streaming down your face, and as each swat pops loudly against your backside you are screaming loud enough to hurt your throat. Finally, Anna steps back and lets the paddle drop to her side. She looks immensely satisfied...but a little disappointed that your punishment is over. "Well met," she says finally, as her form begins to fade. "That's all...for now!" She gives you a mocking salute. "From one spankee to another -- I hope I see that bare butt again!" Then laughter surrounds you as Anna disappears from view. Wren rushes forward as you step off the cabinet, rubbing your tending hindquarters and whimpering. "I'm so sorry!" she says. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine," you gasp, even though your bottom is most certainly //not//. "We can go now, if you want," Wren says. "You've //definitely// helped me enough!" It's tempting...but you shake your head. You've gotten harder spankings before. And you don't want to run scared //now// -- you can feel in your bones that there's more to do here. "No," you say. "It's fine. Lets...let's keep looking for stuff. About Anna Roundbottom." Your eyes flash. "I have a feeling we're about to find something //big//." Wren says nothing. She only looks at you hard for a moment, then nods. You both scurry back to your rows, and the search continues. //What are we searching FOR, though?// you think grimly, rubbing your tender behind, //That's the REAL question...// [[Continue|rows]]

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(set:$chance=(random:1,7)){  }(if:$chance is 1)[(unless:$disguise is 1)[(if:$1st is 1)[(display:"disguise")](else:)[Nothing really catches your eye. "Owch!" you hear, as Wren bumps her head on an open cabinet. "I'm fine!" she says before diving back in. You roll your eyes.]](else:)[Nothing really catches your eye. "Owch!" you hear, as Wren bumps her head on an open cabinet. "I'm fine!" she says before diving back in. You roll your eyes.]]{  }(if:$chance is 2)[(unless:$inventory contains "archives paddle")[You hear a heavy //thunk// as you're moving the file. Wren, who happens to be beside you, comes close to look over your shoulder at what you've found. "A paddle," she says in a whisper. And a fine one, too -- finished oak, rounded edges, light enough to swing and heavy enough to smart. "Keep that. Could be useful" Wren says simply. You open your mouth to respond, but she's already on her way to another file. You look at the paddle in your hands and blink stupidly. //Well,// you think, //I guess you never know when you might need one of these...(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"archives paddle"))](else:)[You come up empty. "Keep looking," Wren calls out to you from deep inside a file cabinet, her (if:$player is "bared")[naked] bottom waggling at you as she searches. "We're on to something, I can feel it!"]]{ }(if:$chance is 3)[You continue to search, but none of the articles grabs your attention.]{ }(if:$chance is 4)[Nothing much here...it's mostly just a regular small town newspaper...]{ }(if:$chance is 5)[Bupkiss. You're about to tell Wren you think it's time to give up, but she's gotten herself halfway hoisted into a file cabinet. //Maybe I'll just try a different row...//]{ }(if:$chance is 6)[You find yourself sidetracked by a fascinating advice column all about implement suggestions -- but it isn't getting you any closer to understanding this place.]{ }(if:$chance is 7)[(display:"encounter")]

//Then again,// you think as you turn to go, //this is a pretty priceless moment. If only there were some way I could hold on to this image...wait, the camera!// You suddenly remember the camera in your bag, the one you "borrowed" from Wren Glacey. //This would be perfect...but do I want to risk it?// [Take a picture]<take|(click-replace:?take)[{ }(if:$reactee is "Chiza Bee")[You pull out your camera and set up for a quick pic -- but the moment your finger touches the shudder, you know you've made a mistake. //CLICK!// A large and completely-unnecessary flash pops from the lens, and the camera starts to //whirr// loudly. //Piece of junk,// you think. //Why the heck don't I just have a camera phone like everyone else?// But it's too late. Chiza turns, sees you, and turns bright red. "Y-you!" she cries out. "(print:$name), you get over here! //Now!//" You reluctantly take a few steps forward out into the light of the backyard, feeling helpless to refuse. Maybe it's because of how dramatically Chiza's personality is inverted in this moment, but for some reason, you don't have the presence of mind to run away. Chiza climbs out of the pool, still sopping wet, and steps quickly towards you without stopping to put on her swimsuit. She grabs you by the wrist and drags you out, yelling all the way: "So, you think it's funny that I got spanked? Is that a real laugh-fest for ya? Well, let's see just how funny you think it is //now!//"(replace:?exit)[(display:"SPANKED BY CHIZA")]]{ }(else:)[It's too perfect //not// to! When no one is looking, you take out your camera and snap a photo. The polaroid prints and you tuck it away quickly, whistling innocently. You now have a picture of (print:$reactee)'s spanked bottom for posterity.(set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness-1)(set:$photos=$photos+(a:$reactee)) //More like **posterior**ity,// you think, and snort. //I am a *genius!*//]]

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Inside the house, predictably, is absolute chaos. You smell beer and cheap weed as you try to press through the throng of dancing grads. On the couch in the living room, Leah Salt and Trent Bishop are jumping with their drinks sloshing in their hands, singing all of the words to a song you’ve never heard. Through the screen door at the back, you can see the twins, Selma and Louise Gemini, running the table in a game of beer pong. Petra Strevetsky is sitting on a bookshelf, hiccuping ridiculously, and she waves at you frantically, her sleeve flopping over her hand, as she sees you come in. Just then, Kid Missy herself bumps into you and sends you almost reeling. She looks up and her eyes widen as you come in to focus. "//(print:$name)?//" she exclaims. She grabs you in a hug that would make you think she hadn’t seen you for a hundred years. (if:$dominance>$submissiveness)[You laugh. "Hey, Kid!" You tussle her hair and she giggles happily. "Some party," you add, looking around. "Pretty naughty to throw a party and not invite me – I’ll have to punish you for that later."](else:)[You grin. "Oof – hey, Kid," you say as she squeezes you, rocking you side to side. "Err – I hope it’s okay for me to be here..." you add as Kid gives you a lip-smacking kiss on your cheek.] Kid steps away. "You didn’t get my invite?!" she exclaims. Then she scratches her head, embarassed. "Oh, yeah...I forgot to send them." She laughs. "I just told Maggie and Kailee, and I figured everyone would hear about it." "Maggie is the one who said I should come," you say, having to raise your voice as a chorus erupts at the other side of the room. "Where is she, anyway?" "Oh, she’s upstairs in my room," Kid says. A mischevious grin breaks across her face. "You should see her. Go up there right now – first door at the top of the stairs." She presses into you to say into your ear. "Enjoy the party, (print:$name)! I wanna see you dancing!" And with that, she spins and takes off. You look at the steps and the crowd of grads hanging on the bannister. //I should go say hi to Maggie, just to thank her for the invite,// you think. //And also, I want to see what Maggie gets up to at a party like this...// [[Go upstairs to Kid’s room|STORY 1 - KID]]

The key must be a copy of a copy, because it takes some finangling to get the door open. When it unlocks, though, it swings inward loudly and you wince. //So much for the element of surprise...// But if Leah heard you, there’s no sign. You tiptoe through the dark gymnasium, following the sounds of splashing and echoing voices. You see that some of the lights over the pool have been turned on, resulting in a dim half-lighting and long shadows. Kid and Ivy are both in the pool, their arms up at the edge, leaning on their elbows and talking excitedly. They both have on their swim team one-pieces, and Kid has her chestnut hair in a bathing cap. As you round the corner, Kid turns and exclaims, clearly upset, "Oh god not //you// again!" You’re about to feel offended when you realize they aren’t talking to you. Another figure in the shadows steps forward, chuckling to herself. It’s Leah: she puts her hands on her hips and looks down at the two of them, legs spread in a power stance. "Well now," she says sarcastically. "This is //strange//. Ivy, I could have //sworn// Coach Edom told you not to practice during the off-season. And didn’t she give you a spanking for that?" Ivy flushes darkly, remembering the bottom-blistering she got at swim practice the other day. You remember it too. "You already caught and spanked us before," Kid says, annoyed. "The blackmail isn’t going to work anymore – if anything, we’ll get //you// in trouble for having a copy of the gym key!" "A copy of the key?" Leah says innocently. "I have no idea what you mean. I was just walking and saw that //someone// left the gym door open...must have been one of the team captains, since they’ve got the only keys. Kid, don’t you think Coach Edom would want that someone punished?" Kid Missy grits her teeth, and Ivy groans. They’re both pretty sure what happens next, and you are too. Unless you step in to stop it, that is.(set:$pool_spanker="Leah") [[Show yourself| STORY 1 LEAH - BEGIN]] [[Stay hidden|STORY 1 LEAH – ORIGINAL END]]

The girls are off with a splash! Ivy has a better kick-off and spears gracefully through the water. Kid comes up quicker, but her arms are strong – each time she pulls through the water, she launches herself to an even greater speed. The stopwatch ticks on. [Ivy starts in the lead, with Kid pulled close behind. Leah is biting her fingernails and glancing over your shoulder at the watch.]<description|{ (live:5s)[(replace:?description)[Now Kid pulls into the lead. The splashing rings through the empty gymnasium.](stop:)] (live:10s)[(replace:?description)[Kid is starting to slow. Leah claps her hands excitedly. "Let's go, let's go," she says beneath her breath, even though you know she's cheering for them //not// to make it.](stop:)] (live:15s)[(replace:?description)[Both girls touch the opposite wall at the same time and turn -- but Ivy's turn launches her into the lead!](stop:)] (live:20s)[(replace:?description)[Ivy is picking up speed! She cuts through the water like a fish, her pale skin flashing beneath the lights --](stop:)] (live:25s)[(replace:?description)[Ivy is picking up speed! She cuts through the water like a fish, her pale skin flashing beneath the lights --](stop:)] (live:30s)[(replace:?description)[Leah is looking over your shoulder and biting her nails. Ivy is closing in, and she's under time!](stop:)] }(live:35s)[(replace:?description)[She did it! Ivy's finger touches the wall just as the timer rounds onto 25 seconds. Leah claps both hands to her face. "Oh //shit!//" she declares. "God //dammit!//" Then it occurs to you: //you're// the one holding the timer. If you wanted to see Kid and Ivy's bottoms get pinkened tonight, all you would need to do is add another second... [Add time]<add| [[Declare Ivy and Kid the winners|STORY 1 LEAH - GOOD END]]]<choice|(click:?add)[(replace:?choice)[You look at Leah, and she meets your eyes. You tap the start button and let the timer go to 26.4. Leah watches you, raises her eyebrows...and then grins more broadly than you've ever seen her grin before.(set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness-4) "You lose!" she squawks as Ivy emerges, her braid tight and wet. Kid, having just reached the wall, slaps it and tosses off her swim cap in frustration. "You went over -- now get over our laps!" The girls get out of the pool, both of them yelling at each other -- "This is //your// fault!" "Oh come on, at least I tried //something!//" -- and Leah gives you a surreptitous glance. "I owe you for this," she whispers. "Big time." (set:$relationships=$relationships+("Leah Salt - PARTNER")) Then the girls reach the bleachers, sopping wet, ready to be spanked. [[Spank Ivy and Kid|STORY 1 LEAH - BULLY END]]]](stop:)]

The girls get out of the pool and miserably shuffle over to you, their bare feet slapping against the tile, a slipperly trail of water in their wake. Leah pats her lap gleefully and Kid, looking mad enough to bite, grudgingly gets over her lap and puts her palms on the ground. Ivy pauses in front of you, pleading with her eyes. "Do you //really// need to spank me?" she says. "I was just trying to PR!" You shrug nonchalantly. "I guess if you want Leah to do it --" Before you can even finish the thought, she gets over your lap. The sounds of the double spanking echo through the gymnasium, the //slaps// and //splats// of your bare hands against the poor swimmers bottoms ringing out sharply, bouncing off the concrete walls, joined by a chorus of squeals and cries that becomes louder as the punishment goes on. //FWAP! THWAP! THWAP!// "Gahahaaaaaa!" Kid cries, dropping her head and kicking her feet. Her face is set like she's in the final set of push-ups before collapse, and her bottom is changing shade rapidly from light red to deep crimson. "Why do you like //spanking// me so much?!" she exclaims. Leah doesn't answer -- just laughs. But watching the tomboy's butt cheeks jiggle and redden as her swimsuit wedgie deepens from her kicks and squirms, you honestly think it's a rhetorical question anyway. Your own spankee, Ivy, blushes brightly on both sets as cheeks as you lap into her once-pale tushy with your cupped palm. Pretty soon she begins to cry -- less from the stinging pain and more from the //humiliation//, you think -- and your swats are punctuated by her hiccuping sobs. When, at last, both girls have had enough, you and Leah watch with loud amusement as they both run to dunk their sore bottoms into the cold pool water, arguing all the while about whose fault it was they were spanked. "This is the //last time// I let you talk me into something so //stupid!//" Ivy wails. "Oh, and you //didn't// want a chance to spank Leah?" Kid retorts. Leah turns to you and gives you a meaningful look. You smile, and she returns it. You think that maybe, just maybe, your decision tonight has earned your way off Leah's shit-list. You may even be on her much more exclusive list of actual friends. You leave the pool without a care in the world. Maybe bullying is starting to come more naturally to you? You shrug it off. Before you leave, you give the three girls a final look and see that they're already talking and chatting as though nothing happened. It's the normal, routine way of things: Leah spanks you, it hurts and it's embarrassing, and then you get over it. Kid and Ivy are none the wiser... [[Leave|HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS - GO TO POOL]]

Leah steps back as Ivy and Kid pull themselves nimbly out of the pool, water sloughing off their lean bodies as they step up and take the school bully by her wrists. "Hey, don't fucking -- no, wait! Stop!" Leah yells, and she drags her feet helplessly as the swimmers pull her to the spanking she had no idea she'd be getting tonight... Kid pushes Leah down onto her flat belly on the bleachers and sits on her to force her to stay. "Gah! You're wet!" Leah cries out in disgust as Kid's wet bottom leaves a damp imprint on the back of her tee shirt. "Okay, (print:$name)," Kid says, ignoring Leah's flailing, "all we need you to do is hold her arms down. We've got the rest." "Hey Kid," Ivy says, coming back from the side of the pool and holding up two foam kickboards, each one labelled PROPERTY OF P.H.S. in black marker. "Think these will work?" Kid's pretty face breaks into an evil grin. "Oh, //hell// yeah," she says. "Just get 'em wet first, that way they'll sting more." As you take Leah firmly by the arms, Kid leaps up and takes one of the stiff boards, giving it a practice //whiff// through the air. Leah's expression is starting to change from annoyance to panic now. She tries to pull her arms away from you but only succeeds in tiring herself out. "Oh my //god//, I can't believe you're letting these //losers// do this!" she exclaims. "It's not even //my// key, I -- EEP!" Just then, Leah's eye widen and her face flushes a dark red as Kid yanks down her jeans, followed closely by her panties. "Let's do this, Ivy!" Kid says, removing her bathing cap. "With pleasure," Ivy purrs. She steps back to admire Leah's bare bottom, her round buttocks pinching and clenching as she continues to struggle. "I've got the left cheek," she says. "Perfect, 'cuz I'm left handed," Kid says. They both take the kickboards in both hands, and the spanking begins. //FWOCK!// "Fucking //ow,// that //hurt!//" //FWOCK!// "Oh my god you two are so //dead!//" //FWOCK! FWACK! FWOCK!// "Ow -- OW! -- GAHAA! //OWWWW!//" The girls alternate hard swings with the kickboard, each one focusing on one side of Leah's poor heinie until her white bottom pinkens, healthy marks rising on each cheek and darkening with every swat. Leah's tushy bounces and flattens under the hard //pops// of the kickboards against her backside, and the sound resonates through the gym, each one like the //crack// of a starting gun. Soon, IVy and Kid has found a definite rhythm of strokes, like a team rowing in unison or the opposite ares of a freestyle stroke. Each //FWOCK!// is immediately followed by another and a shrill cry as Leah's threats turn to complains and finally pleas. "S-stop -- no more spanking! //Stop!//" she whines, her backside a fiery red and starting to welt. She's stopped kicking her feet, and now each //pop// of the kickboard is followed by a gasp, like a diver coming up for air. Leah's eyes start to fill with tears, her lip twitching and trembling as the swats rain down, harder and faster now, and you can almost hear the //hiss// of her bottom sizzling under the wet wallops. She drops her head and starts to sob. At last, the vengeful swimmers are satisfied -- and a good thing, too, because Leah's bottom is as bright red as a beacon and their are tears running down her face. "Smarts, doesn't it?" Kid asks playfully. Even after you let Leah's arms go, she remains collapsed on the bleacher, sniffling to herself and looking very, very sorry. "Been there, Leah," Ivy says. "Hey, Kid, you know what I think might help?" "I think I have an idea." "Yeah --" she looks back at Leah, grinning fiendishly. "-- let's help Leah cool that butt off!" "Wh-what -- wait, no!" Leah cries as the girls take her by both arms and pull her, still half-naked, to the edge of the pool. "One," Kid says. "Two," Ivy replies. "Three!" they declare together, heaving the wailing bully into the pool. //SPLASH!// You stand, shaking your head as the girls high five and double over with laughter as Leah flops around in the water, thrashing her way back to the pool'd edge and panting like she'd just swam a dozen laps. She glowers at them, looking as angry as a drench cat, her red bottom glistening just beneath the water by the dim fluorescent lights. You decide to leave as the girls continue to celebrate their victory and Leah, presumably, plots her revenge. Their laughter is still ringing loudly as you open the door and the fresh night air greets you, cool and sweet. [[Leave|HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS - GO TO POOL]]

You step out from behind the bleachers. "I wonder who Principal Hawthorne would believe," you say coolly. Leah turns, and as she sees you her face falls. "Maybe if it was between you and Kid, you’d have the upper hand. But I’ve actually //seen// you use a copy of the key...and I know you have it because //I’ve// got a copy of that one!" You hold up the silver key, and Kid laughs triumphantly. "So I’m not so sure that it wouldn’t be //your// butt getting punished, Leah." Leah scowls as Kid and Ivy high five. She crosses her arms. "I wasn’t gonna actually tell anyone," she says. "I was just messing around." "Well, the //last time// you ‘messed around,’" Ivy says, air-quoting vigorously, "I had to ice my butt for an hour just to be able to sit in class the next day." "Thanks, (print:$name)," Kid says, grinning. "We owe you one." "//Weeeeell//," you say, scratching your neck, "The two of you aren’t exactly supposed to be here //either//, sooo..." Now it’s Ivy’s turn to look worried. Leah laughs sharply: "Ha!" Kid whines, leaning over onto the tile and stretching her wet arms out. "Oh, c’mon, (print:$name), don’t be like that! You know Leah has it coming, just help us spank her!" She folds her hands, begging you even as Leah shouts furiously that there’s //no way//. "Pleeeeease?" (set:$pool_spanker="Kid") [[Spank Leah|STORY 1 LEAH - GOOD END]] [[Make it fair|STORY 1 LEAH - CONTINUE]]

Grumbling and blushing furiously, both girls climb out of the pool, water pouring off their bodies and hair as Leah, hands on her hips, watches them with obvious relish. They know that their choice is between a spanking from Leah now or a spanking from Coach Edom in front of the entire swim team next practice -- and choice seems clear. Leah spanks Kid and Ivy over her lap, one at a time (Kid first, of course, before she has to stand aside miserably rubbing her sore behind) until their wet bottoms are brightly colored red between the swimsuit blue. All the while, she laughs and taunts them, pausing only to pull their one-pieces taut between their hot butt cheeks as the wet slaps and pained cries echo through the gym. Ivy takes her spanking particularly hard. She keeps crying out, "It's not //fair!// This is //your fault//, Kid!" between swats, her tight little rear dancing and shimmering beneath the light, until finally she's sobbing from both the humiliation and the sting. When, at last, it's over, Leah has the girls bend over and touch their toes by the pool. They groan, but are powerless to complain -- besides, it can't get any worse, they think...right?(set:$personal_record=1) They thought wrong. Leah takes a foam kickboard from the edge of the pool and delivers 5 more echoing swats to each of their scarlet bottoms, the hollow //FWACK! FWACK! THWACK!// ringing off the high ceiling, chased by Ivy and Kid screaming in pain! "AaaaaaAAEEEEE! Owwwieeeee!" Ivy shrieks. "I...h-//hate// being spanked..." She hiccups miserably, her punished bottom glistening wet. "Ffffff//uck// you, Leah!" Kid says, eyes brimming with tears. "Now, now," Leah says, "that wasn't very nice!" She grins. "I think the two of you need to...//cool off!//" And with that, she pushes both bottoms forward, tipping Kid and Ivy into the pool with a terrific //splash//. Having seen enough, you tiptoe out of the gym, feeling only a little guilty that you didn't help Kid and Ivy when you had the chance. You sneak out as quietly as you came, Leah's laughter still echoing behind you as you leave. [[Leave|HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS - GO TO POOL]]

You fold your arms. You look from Leah to the girls in the pool, stroking your jaw. You can’t spank //all// of them...if you somehow managed to overpower all three, they’d turn you in to Max Hawthorne for sure, and then //you’d// be the one icing your butt. There is, however, a way to make it fair. "How about we make it a wager?" you say. All three girls look at your, a mixture of curiousity and irritation (the later mostly coming from Leah) on their faces. "Here’s the bet," you say. You turn to Ivy and Kid. "The two of you came here to practice so you can beat your personal records, right?" They nod. "So then why don’t you give it a try? You’ll have one chance, right here. If either of you beats your PR, I’ll help you spank Leah." Kid points at the bully and jeers gleefully. "And if they //don’t?//" Leah says, one eyebrow cocked. "Well, if they //don’t//," you say, "then I’ll take //your// side, Leah. I’ll spank Ivy, and you can spank Kid." Kid’s jeering stops short, and she and Ivy look at you, horrified. Ivy whines: "That’s not fair!" "Sounds fair to me!" Leah says, grinning. She rubs her hands together. "Here – there’s even a stopwatch for us!" She goes to the darkened bleachers and takes one from a bucket of stopwatches labelled //PUTTSDALE HIGH SWIM TEAM//. "Your butts are mine!" Ivy continues to protest, but Kid puts her hand thoughtfully to her face. "Wait a sec, Ivy," she says. "Maybe this is the motivation we’ve been talking about." "You can’t be serious!" Ivy squeals. "I’m not going to let them //spank// me!" "No, you’re not," Kid says. "Because we’re going to finally //beat// that PR! Come on, Ivy, we’re so close! I swear we can do it – and what could be a better incentive?" She turns and gives Leah a wolfish grin. "Just think – all we have to do is finish our 50 meter freestyle in under 27 seconds, and we’ll get to get back at Leah once and for all!" Ivy frowns, but is silent. "So your PR is 27 seconds?" you say. "26.2," Ivy blurts out proudly, before realizing she’s just made the bet harder for herself and groaning. Kid elbows her in the ribs. "Alright, then. I’ll keep time. If either of you beats 26.2 seconds, I’ll take your side." "But they only get one chance, right?" Leah chimes in. "That’s right," you say, and you nod. "One chance." The girls look at each other, then back to you, and they each give a stiff nod. Kid flattens her bathing cap, and Ivy takes her goggles from the edge of the pool, murmuring to Kid underneath her breath. "If have to swim with red butts tomorrow, it’s all your fault," she says. Kid doesn’t reply. Leah takes a seat on the bleachers and crosses her legs. She seems calm, but you get the sense she’s trying to look more confident then she feels. "Can’t wait for you losers to be over my lap," she says, sneering. You walk to the edge of the pool. "Alright, then. On your marks –" The girls get in position. "—get set—" Leah leans forward, hands on her face." "...Go!" [[Start the timer|PERSONAL RECORD]]

You step into the hallway feeling thoroughly chastened.(if:$submissiveness>$dominance)[..and maybe a little turned on. You were never spanked at your own high school, but a part of you wishes you had been.] You look around, rubbing your backside gently as you do. Standing just down the hall from the principals office (and, as usual, looking like he's up to no good) is the resident bad-seed, Doug Boyle.(if:$kai_loc is "principal's office")[(if:$kaileeSORE is 0)[ (if:$relationships contains "Kailee Pound")[Kailee Pound is outside the Principal's Office as well. She's in one of the seats on the wall, jogging her foot, a tauntingly defiant look on her face -- she's presumably waiting for her daily dose of discipline for being the brattiest student in the entire school. [[Go talk to Kailee|KAILEE POUND]]](else:)[There's also a girl with pink hair sitting in one of the dreaded "waiting" seats, jogging her foot on her lap. Her skirt is too short and she's snapping her bubble gum as though trying to test the limits of how bratty she can be -- //I wonder if Principal Hawthorne will be able to adjust her attitude...//]]{ }(else:)[ (if:$given contains "Kailee Pound")[Also present outside the principal's office is the rebel without a cause, Kailee Pound. As you had recommended, she's currently serving cornertime: her peachy-red bottom is on full display, her hands are on her head, and she's looking very, very sorry.(set:$kaileeSORE="cornertime") [[Go talk to Kailee|KAILEE POUND]]]]] [[Go talk to Doug|DOUG BOYLE]] [[Leave|HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]

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(set:$time=$time+1)(unless:$puzzle is "Done")[(unless:$help_crossword is 1)["Can I give you a hand?" you ask. "I used to be pretty good at these." "Really?" she says, laughing. "That would be //awesome!//"(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Heidi Krum - KNOWN"))(set:$charisma=$charisma+2)(color:yellow)[+2 CHARISMA!] You sit down next to her, and she tilts the newspaper towards you. You blush slightly as she leans towards you, sliding her foot off of the wall so that both legs dangle. "I try to do one every day," she says. "Keeps my brain moving, you know? I'm...//between// jobs," she says, flashing her pretty white teeth. "Where are you living, then?" "Oh, here and there," she says. "I just come here for the quiet." "To this town?" She shakes her head. "This spot." You look around. Across the street, people are milling in and out of the grocery store, and the high school looms tall at the other end of the block. Trees line the curb, leaves trembling in the breeze. It //is// a nice spot. "I'm Heidi, by the way," she says suddenly. "Heidi Krum." You introduce yourself in turn, explaining that you're new in town. She nods. "I grew up in this town actually." She grins. "Been away for a while, now I'm back for good." Then she's silent. Thoughtful, you think. You look at the crossword.(set:$help_crossword=1)](else:)["Again?" she says, delighted. "You're becoming my best friend." You and Heidi put your heads close and peer over her newspaper. The crossword is largely filled out.] "So the clue I can't seem to figure out is this one," she says. (display:"CLUE") What do you think of that?" [Give an answer]<answer|{ }(click-replace:?answer)[(set:$response=(prompt:"What do you think is the answer?","TYPE IN ALL CAPS, NO SPACES"))(if:$correct_answer is $response)[Heidi raises her eyebrows. "Well, fuck me," she breathes. "That's it!"(set:$crossword_hint=$crossword_hint+1) She looks at you with a newfound respect, crossing her arms. (if:$crossword_hint is 3 or 9)[(set:$puzzle="Done") The crossword is finished, and she sets the newspaper down beside you.(display:"REWARD")](else:)[(set:$chance=(random:1,4)) (if:$chance is 1)["You might be my secret weapon," she says with a smile. ](if:$chance is 2)["Damn, how'd you get so good at these?" she says, slapping you playfully. ](if:$chance is 3)["I might just finish this after all!" she says, laughing. ](if:$chance is 4)["Sick! Another one down," she says, crossing off the hint with relish. ]"...Wanna help me with another one?" [[Try again|CROSSWORD]]]](else:)[Heidi screws up her lips, considering. "Mmmm...No, I don't think so. See how it doesn't fit with this here?" She points to a different answer and shakes her head. "No, that can't be right. But thank you for trying!"]]](else:)["You helped me with today's already," she says with a grin. "I'm just double-checking the answers -- see? But come back tomorrow and I'll have another one!"] [[Leave|MIDDLE SCHOOL CAMPUS]]

(set:$passcode=(prompt:"Enter the VIP code:","PASSCODE")){ }(if:$passcode is "ELLIE LOVES SPANKING VIPS")[Thank you for your support! You will now start the game from the "ELLIE" position!(set:$name="Ellie")(set:$age=21)(set:$gender="girl") You come to Puttsdale with $100. //Keep in mind this is a beta version and some functions may not work!//(set:$money=100) Your name is Ellie, and you're 21 years old. Here are your stats: CHARISMA:(set:$charisma=20)(print:$charisma) TRUSTWORTHINESS:(set:$trustworthiness=20)(print:$trustworthiness) AUTHORITY:(set:$authority=20)(print:$authority) TOLERANCE:(set:$tolerance=20)(print:$tolerance) SUBMISSIVENESS:(set:$submissiveness=5)(print:$submissiveness) DOMINANCE:(set:$dominance=5)(print:$dominance) [[BEGIN|MAP]]](else-if:$passcode is "BGP-IGOD")[This is the programmer code! You'll start with the name "Victor" (set:$name="Victor")and the following stats.(set:$age=21)(set:$gender="boy")(set:$money=100) CHARISMA:(set:$charisma=40)(print:$charisma) TRUSTWORTHINESS:(set:$trustworthiness=40)(print:$trustworthiness) AUTHORITY:(set:$authority=40)(print:$authority) TOLERANCE:(set:$tolerance=40)(print:$tolerance) SUBMISSIVENESS:(set:$submissiveness=40)(print:$submissiveness) DOMINANCE:(set:$dominance=40)(print:$dominance) [[BEGIN|MAP]]](else:)[Sorry! That's an incorrect code! [[TRY AGIN|ENTER CODE]]] [[GO BACK|INTRO]]

{(if:$crossword_hint is 0)[(color:purple)['Garden perennial,' 5 letters.(set:$correct_answer="PHLOX")]] (else-if:$crossword_hint is 1)[(color:purple)['To have done this is to be human,' 5 letters.(set:$correct_answer="ERRED")]] (else-if:$crossword_hint is 2)[(color:purple)['Investigated,' 6 letters. Second letter is R.(set:$correct_answer="PROBED")]] (else-if:$crossword_hint is 4)[(color:purple)['Suitcase,' 6 letters.(set:$correct_answer="VALISE")]] (else-if:$crossword_hint is 5)[(color:purple)['The ______ Light, Harrison track' 5 letters.(set:$correct_answer="INNER")]] (else-if:$crossword_hint is 6)[(color:purple)['Mother's love,' 5 letters. Third letter is A.(set:$correct_answer="AGAPE")]] (else-if:$crossword_hint is 7)[(color:purple)['Green-lit,' 5 letters.(set:$correct_answer="ISAGO")]] (else-if:$crossword_hint is 8)[(color:purple)['Don't let your friends skip this.' Second letter E.(set:$correct_answer="LEGDAY")]]}

(if:$reward is 0)["I feel like I ought to reward you, since you got all of the toughest ones," she says. She lifts up a bag that was sitting beside the wall, a simple black satchel serving as a purse. She takes out a small paper card. "Here, perfect," she says. "Take this -- I got 10 punches on my card at Sly's, so this is worth a free coffee!" She hands you the punchcard. You try to refuse, but she presses. "Oh please, take it, take it!" She grins at you again. "And come see me tomorrow, right here in the same spot -- I'm sure I'll need help with tomorrow's puzzle, too."(set:$reward=1)(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"free coffee punchcard"))]{ }(else-if:$reward is 1)[Heidi takes out her bag again. "You've earned another reward," she says. Before you can refuse, she take you by the wrist and presses something into your hand. It's a single rolled joint. You blink your surprise. Heidi is immensely amused, laughing loudly at your startled expression. "Take it!" she says again. "I'm trying to quit, anyway. And don't forget to come back tomorrow to help me with the next one!"(set:$reward=2)(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"marijuana joint"))]{ }(else-if:$reward is 2)[]{ }(else-if:$reward is 3)[]

(unless:$relationships contains "Petra Strevetsky - FRIEND")[The girl's figure in the darkness is lithe and tall, her legs and neck pale and long beneath the moonlight. She still somehow seems small, though, perhaps because her clothes are over-large and baggy. She looks at you curiously as you approach. "Hey," she says. "Hey," you reply. She narrows her eyes. "I...I don't think I've seen you around here before?" There's a question in her tone, but her voice is steady. Confident. Interested. "I'm new here," you say. "My name is "(print:$name)." She nods. "I'm Petra," she says. She extends her hand, and you shake it. "Here, have a seat," she adds, patting the spot beside her. You comply. "So (print:$name)...what do you think of our little town?" You laugh, a small, involuntary laugh.](else:)[Petra is squinting, trying to make you out in the dark at very close range. You wonder momentarily if she ought to have glasses. Finally, she stops and sits back. "Oh, hi, (print:$name)!" she says. "Hey," you reply. She pats the space beside her, then pulls her knees up to her chest. Her baggy sweatshirt sleeves come over her hands. "So (print:$name)...what do you think of our little town?" You laugh, a small, involuntary laugh.] Petra turns back to the street and sighs. "Yup," she says. "It's a pretty weird place." She leans back and rests her weight on her palms. "Have you seen anyone spanked yet?" Then, almost as an afterthought: "Have //you// been spanked?" You must have looked really embarassed by the question, because Petra takes one look at your face and bursts out laughing. "You get used to it," she says. "Sorta..." she adds in a low voice. "You know, that's actually why I'm out here." "Wh-why you're...?" "I got a spanking because of my report card, right?" The way she says this -- so calm, so casual -- surprises you more than the statement itself. She looks at you and, seeing this, adds, "Yeah, my parents still are really on me about my grades. Like, I'm already basically in college!" She looks behind her, worried the last exclamation might have woken someone up. "...yeah. I'm 18 and I still get spanked." She shrugs. "Think whatever you want about that. //Annyyyyway.// Like I was saying, I got spanked for my report card, and my butt's too sore for me to lie on my back, so I can't sleep." Another shrug. "My parents would spank me again if I tried to go out. So here I am -- just sitting on a red butt." She looks at you with a grin. "Talking to (print:$name)." You nod and laugh. You decide that you //like// Petra. She's quirky and a bit of a mess, but cute. Very cute.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Petra Strevetsky - FRIEND")) (if:$inventory contains "marijuana joint")[ [[Offer to smoke the joint with Petra]<smoke| [Don't]<keep|]<answer|{ }(click:?smoke)[(replace:?answer)[(set:$high="Petra Strevetsky")(display:"SMOKE")]](click:?keep)[(replace:?answer)[//Not right now,// you think. //I'm not really in the mood. Besides, there's no telling how sore Petra's butt wouldn't be if her parent caught her smoking weed...// You and Petra chat on her front step for a while, and before you know it the stars are fully out and all of the lights in the neighborhood are out."Alright," she says, stretching her arms and standing up. You can't help glance at her backside, imagining the marks beneath her jeans, her firm, lovely tush pale and freckled like her arms. "I'm gonna try to go to sleep again. Come by some other time, okay?" She smiles warmly. "You're fun to talk to." "You are too," you say. And you really mean it. At this point, it's past your //own// bedtime too. You jam your hands in your pockets, a small skip in your step as you make the brisk walk home. [[Go to bed|TRANSITION]]]]](else:)[ You and Petra chat on her front step for a while, and before you know it the stars are fully out and all of the lights in the neighborhood are out.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Petra Strevetsky - FRIEND")) "Alright," she says, stretching her arms and standing up. You can't help glance at her backside, imagining the marks beneath her jeans, her firm, lovely tush pale and freckled like her arms. "I'm gonna try to go to sleep again. Come by some other time, okay?" She smiles warmly. "You're fun to talk to."(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Strevetsky House")) "You are too," you say. And you really mean it. At this point, it's past your //own// bedtime too. You jam your hands in your pockets, a small skip in your step as you make the brisk walk home. [[Go to bed|TRANSITION]]]

You look down at the garden -- the rows of blue peonies and phlox are marvelous, but here and there ugly green weeds are sprouting. You don't know much about gardens, but you know enough to see that those need to go. //Alright, here goes nothing!// ==><== [ (color:green)[[T]<weed1|........[T]<weed2|[T]<weed3|..[T]<weed4|......[T]<weed5|..[T]<weed6|..] (color:blue)[9 # 9 # 9 # 9 # 9 # 9 # 9 #] (color:green)[....[T]<weed7|...[T]<weed8|............[T]<weed9|..[T]<weed10|.] (color:blue)[9 # 9 # 9 # 9 # 9 # 9 # 9 #] (color:green)[..[T]<weed11|....[T]<weed12|.[T]<weed13|..[T]<weed14|....[T]<weed15|.......[T]<weed16|] (color:blue)[9 # 9 # 9 # 9 # 9 # 9 # 9 #] ]<weeding| <== {(click-replace:?weed1)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed2)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed3)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed4)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed5)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed6)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed7)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed8)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed9)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed10)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed11)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed12)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed13)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed14)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed15)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)] (click-replace:?weed16)[.(set:$weeds=$weeds+1)]} (live:.5s)[(if:$weeds > 5)[[Done]<finish|(click-replace:?finish)[(if:$weeds<16)[(replace:?weeding)[*]You clap your hands together. //That ought to do it. It's all you get for 5 bucks, at least. Humming a tune, you're on your way. //I wonder if Mrs. Bishop will be satisfied?//(set:$trent_job="bad")](else:)[//Now THAT is a job well done,// you think to yourself, pleased. //That was actually sort of enjoyable...I wonder if Trent has any more tasks for me?// (set:$time=$time+2)(set:$trent_job="good")(set:$trustworthiness=$trustworthiness+2)(color:yellow)[+2 TRUSTWORTHINESS!] [[Ask for more work|HELP OUT]]] [[Leave|SMALL CUL-DE-SAC]](set:$gardening=1)](stop:)]]

"I'm telling you, I //saw// it!" One student is describing, in an animated voice, and the other motions for him to lower his voice. He does, but he's clearly finding it hard to contain his excitement. "Mrs. Grace -- Ivy's mom -- she was the one who did it!" "Hold on, start over, you aren't making any sense." "Okay, it was like this," he says. "I was at the school after basketball practice, and one of the mom's at the PTA was being a you-know-what about something -- she's a lot younger than all of the other moms, so I guess she's, like, a step-mom? I think they were calling her Esther... -- Anyway, Mrs. Grace stopped the //whole// PTA meeting just to -- //no joke// -- take her over her lap and spank her, bare ass, in front of everyone!" "No fucking way." "//Yes// fucking way! And all the other parents just sat back and watched, drinking coffee -- oh, and that was the other thing! When the spanking was over, Esther had to walk around serving out the refreshments with her red butt //fully out//! Oh my god, it must have been //humiliating...//" "What did Mrs. Bishop say?" "The PTA Head? She //encouraged// it!" The other boy shakes his head doubtfully. "I dunno, man. That sounds pretty insane..." "It //was// insane! Go to Mrs. Bishop and ask, I bet she's got all the meeting notes!" The other boy laughs. "That's nuts, dude. This whole town is crazy. No way I'm going to the Bishop house, though.

"Isn't it terrible? These kids today, they don't know any discipline." The man scratches at his mustache, shaking his head at the graffiti. "These vandals need the paddle more than they could ever know!" "Oh, it's not just the kids, Principal Hawthorne," the woman says. "Did I tell you what happened at the PTA meeting?" "No, I don't think you did." "Well, one of the new mothers -- a young thing, couldn't be more than late twenties, I believe she must have a child in the middle school -- she was holding everyone up in just the worst ways. No respect for the meeting minutes whatsoever." Principal Hawthorne grunts. "Hm. I think I actually know who you mean, Mrs. Bishop. That's Esther Soon -- she just moved here, she's Pete's second wife. Nice enough, but oblivious, if you ask me." "Yes, I think you're right -- but you know, Evelyn Grace straightened //her// out!" "Oh?" "It was fabulous. Evelyn simply took the woman over her knee, bared her, and spanked her like a naughty child. //That// put an end to the interruptions!" "Ha! I suppose it would!" "Poor Esther didn't know what hit her. Then we had her serve coffee to everyone with that red bottom on display. Oh, how she was //blushing//. Docile as a mouse after that. Didn't make a peep!" "I suppose that shows it's never too late for good disciplining after all." Mrs. Bishop sighs. "Oh, goodness, I hope so. For my son's sake. He would never do something like //this//," she motions to the wall, "but he's just so terribly //lazy//. He's a bright boy, a senior -- but he never applies himself! I have to scream just to get him to do simple chores!" "Hm," Principal Hawthorne says thoughtfully. "I know a few ways to help with lazy young men..." They continue to chat, but they're walking away and you can no longer hear them. You'll remember Mrs. Bishop, though -- she seems like she's involved in everything!(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Trent Bishop - KNOWN")) [[Continue|HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]

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(if:$question is 0)[(color:purple)[What is the title of the self-help book you recently checked out from the library?] //Hmmm...// [[//Trust Me: How to Inspire Belief & Be More Confident//]<wrong| [//Trust Me: How to Inspire Confidence & Be Believed//]<correct| [//Trust Me: How to Be More Confident and Inspiring//]<wrong|]<select|{ }(click:?correct)[(replace:?select)["That's right!" Philia says. "On to the next one, then!"(set:$question=$question+1) [[Continue|MEMORY GAME]]]]{ }(click:?wrong)[(replace:?select)[Philia shakes her head. "Sorry," she says. "That's not quite right." She tucks the flashcards back in her pocket. "Don't feel bad -- my girlfriend is terrible at this." She smiles. "You can always try again later, though!"]]]{ }(if:$question is 1)[(color:purple)[What is the name of the pizzeria uptown?] //Hmmm...// [[Mr. Pizzaman Pizzeria]<wrong| [Mr. Pizzaguy Pizzeria]<correct| [Mr. Pizzaman's Pizzeria]<correct|]<select|{ }(click:?correct)[(replace:?select)["That's right!" Philia says. "On to the next one, then!"(set:$question=$question+1) [[Continue|MEMORY GAME]]]]{ }(click:?wrong)[(replace:?select)[Philia shakes her head. "Sorry," she says. "That's not quite right." She tucks the flashcards back in her pocket. "Don't feel bad -- everyone's memory works differently. My girlfriend, for instance, is terrible at this." She smiles. "You can always try again later, though!"]]]{ }(if:$question is 2)[(color:purple)[What street is the Dievs Grocery Store on?] //Hmmm...// [[Lake Street]<wrong| [Belmont Avenue]<wrong| [Schoolhouse Road]<correct|]<select|{ }(click:?correct)[(replace:?select)["That's right!" Philia says. "On to the next one, then!"(set:$question=$question+1) [[Continue|MEMORY GAME]]]]{ }(click:?wrong)[(replace:?select)[Philia shakes her head. "Sorry," she says. "That's not quite right." She tucks the flashcards back in her pocket. "Don't feel bad -- everyone's memory works differently. My girlfriend, for instance, is terrible at this." She smiles. "You can always try again later, though!"]]]{ }(if:$question is 3)[(color:purple)[Which of these two Uptown shops are next to each other?] //Hmmm...// [[The bookstore and the hardware store]<correct| [The pizzeria and the bookstore]<wrong| [The ice cream parlor and the liquor store]<wrong|]<select|{ }(click:?correct)[(replace:?select)["That's right!" Philia says. "On to the next one, then!"(set:$question=$question+1) [[Continue|MEMORY GAME]]]]{ }(click:?wrong)[(replace:?select)[Philia shakes her head. "Sorry," she says. "That's not quite right." She tucks the flashcards back in her pocket. "Don't feel bad -- everyone's memory works differently. My girlfriend, for instance, is terrible at this." She smiles. "You can always try again later, though!"]]]{ }(if:$question is 4)[(color:purple)[Which of the following is the SECOND film listed on the "Showing Times" poster at the movie theater?] //Hmmm...// [[THE ROD SPARED]<wrong| [STUDY IN SCARLET]<wrong| [LIGHTNESS WILL PREVAIL]<correct| [HONEY PIE]<wrong|]<select|{ }(click:?correct)[(replace:?select)["That's right!" Philia says. "On to the next one, then!"(set:$question=$question+1) [[Continue|MEMORY GAME]]]]{ }(click:?wrong)[(replace:?select)[Philia shakes her head. "Sorry," she says. "That's not quite right." She tucks the flashcards back in her pocket.(unless:$inventory contains "movie ticket")[ "You know what, though?" she says, tilting her head at you. "I //did// say I'd make it worth your time. At Perkins Labs, we always pay the test subjects in our experiments. You've been really helpful, so the least I can do is give you //something//." She roots around in her purse. "Let's see...aha!" She pulls out an ADMIT ONE ticket from her bag. "This is from a while ago. Amanda and I were going to go to a movie, but Amanda was being...well, nevermind that. Here -- take it!" She presses the ticket into your palm.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"movie ticket")) She winks at you. "//Study in Scarlet// was pretty good. See you around, (print:$name)!"](else:)["But that was pretty impressive! Come back again some time and try to beat your record!"]]]]{ }(if:$question is 5)[(color:purple)[Which of the following is //not// available at the liquor store?] //Hmmm...// [[Rum]<wrong| [Beer]<wrong| [Wine]<wrong| [Gin]<correct| [Vodka]<wrong|]<select|{ }(click:?correct)[(replace:?select)["That's right!" Philia says. "On to the next one, then!"(set:$question=$question+1) [[Continue|MEMORY GAME]]]]{ }(click:?wrong)[(replace:?select)[Philia shakes her head. "Sorry," she says. "That's not quite right." She tucks the flashcards back in her pocket.(unless:$inventory contains "movie ticket")[ "You know what, though?" she says, tilting her head at you. "At Perkins Labs, we always pay the test subjects in our experiments. You've been really helpful, so the least I can do is give you //something//." She roots around in her purse. "Let's see...aha!" She pulls out an ADMIT ONE ticket from her bag. "This is from a while ago. Amanda and I were going to go to a movie, but Amanda was being...well, nevermind that. Here -- take it!" She presses the ticket into your palm.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"movie ticket")) She winks at you. "//Study in Scarlet// was pretty good. See you around, (print:$name)!"](else:)["But that was pretty impressive! Come back again some time and try to beat your record!"]]]]{ }(if:$question is 6)[(color:purple)[What is the official name of the church located on Church Street?] //Hmmm...// [[1st Constitutional Baptist]<wrong| [1st Congressional Baptism]<wrong| [2nd Constitutional Baptist]<wrong| [1st Congressional Baptist]<correct| [2nd Congressional Baptism]<wrong|]<select|{ }(click:?correct)[(replace:?select)["That's right!" Philia says. "On to the next one, then!"(set:$question=$question+1) [[Continue|MEMORY GAME]]]]{ }(click:?wrong)[(replace:?select)[Philia shakes her head. "Sorry," she says. "That's not quite right." She tucks the flashcards back in her pocket.(unless:$inventory contains "movie ticket")[ "You know what, though?" she says, tilting her head at you. "At Perkins Labs, we always pay the test subjects in our experiments. You've been really helpful, so the least I can do is give you //something//." She roots around in her purse. "Let's see...aha!" She pulls out an ADMIT ONE ticket from her bag. "This is from a while ago. Amanda and I were going to go to a movie, but Amanda was being...well, nevermind that. Here -- take it!" She presses the ticket into your palm.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"movie ticket")) She winks at you. "//Study in Scarlet// was pretty good. See you around, (print:$name)!"](else:)["But that was pretty impressive! Come back again some time and try to beat your record!"]]]]{ }(if:$question is 7)[(color:purple)[What color underpants does Kid Missy wear?] "Wait, what?!" you exclaim. "H-how should I know --" Philia looks up skeptically. "Oh, come on. No one whose been in Puttsdale for a day //hasn't// seen Kid's panties. If you don't remember, just say so." [[Green]<wrong| [Blue]<correct| [Red]<wrong| [Pink]<wrong| [Yellow]<wrong|]<select|{ }(click:?correct)[(replace:?select)["That's right!" Philia says. She gives you a sly smile. "So...you //did// know. On to the next one, then!"(set:$question=$question+1) [[Continue|MEMORY GAME]]]]{ }(click:?wrong)[(replace:?select)[Philia shakes her head. "Sorry," she says. "That's not quite right." She tucks the flashcards back in her pocket.(unless:$inventory contains "movie ticket")[ "You know what, though?" she says, tilting her head at you. "At Perkins Labs, we always pay the test subjects in our experiments. You've been really helpful, so the least I can do is give you //something//." She roots around in her purse. "Let's see...aha!" She pulls out an ADMIT ONE ticket from her bag. "This is from a while ago. Amanda and I were going to go to a movie, but Amanda was being...well, nevermind that. Here -- take it!" She presses the ticket into your palm.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"movie ticket")) She winks at you. "//Study in Scarlet// was pretty good. See you around, (print:$name)!"](else:)["But that was pretty impressive! Come back again some time and try to beat your record!"]]]]{ }(if:$question is 8)[(color:purple)[Which of these items is //not// available at the hardware store?] //Hmmmm...// [[Saw]<wrong| [Hammer]<wrong| [Wood]<wrong| [Paint]<wrong| [Nails]<correct|]<select|{ }(click:?correct)[(replace:?select)["That's right!" Philia says. On to the next one, then!"(set:$question=$question+1) [[Continue|MEMORY GAME]]]]{ }(click:?wrong)[(replace:?select)[Philia shakes her head. "Sorry," she says. "That's not quite right." She tucks the flashcards back in her pocket.(unless:$inventory contains "movie ticket")[ "You know what, though?" she says, tilting her head at you. "At Perkins Labs, we always pay the test subjects in our experiments. You've been really helpful, so the least I can do is give you //something//." She roots around in her purse. "Let's see...aha!" She pulls out an ADMIT ONE ticket from her bag. "This is from a while ago. Amanda and I were going to go to a movie, but Amanda was being...well, nevermind that. Here -- take it!" She presses the ticket into your palm.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"movie ticket")) She winks at you. "//Study in Scarlet// was pretty good. See you around, (print:$name)!"](else:)["But that was pretty impressive! Come back again some time and try to beat your record!"]]]]{ }(if:$question is 9)[(unless:$pastry_bought is 1)[(color:purple)[...] Philia tilts her head at the card, then sighs. "Oh, wait...I don't think you know this one yet." She replaces it in the stack and puts the stack away. "Explore the town some more and try again later!"](else:)["Ooh, this is the last one!" (color:purple)[What flavor pastry did you buy at Sly's bakery?] //Hmmmm...// [[Lemon]<wrong| [Raspberry]<correct| [Strawberry]<wrong| [Blueberry]<wrong| [Blackberry]<wrong|]<select|{ }(click:?wrong)[(replace:?select)[Philia shakes her head. "Sorry," she says. "That's not quite right." She tucks the flashcards back in her pocket.(unless:$inventory contains "movie ticket")[ "You know what, though?" she says, tilting her head at you. "At Perkins Labs, we always pay the test subjects in our experiments. You've been really helpful, so the least I can do is give you //something//." She roots around in her purse. "Let's see...aha!" She pulls out an ADMIT ONE ticket from her bag. "This is from a while ago. Amanda and I were going to go to a movie, but Amanda was being...well, nevermind that. Here -- take it!" She presses the ticket into your palm.(set:$inventory=$inventory+(a:"movie ticket")) She winks at you. "//Study in Scarlet// was pretty good. See you around, (print:$name)!"](else:)["But that was pretty impressive! Come back again some time and try to beat your record!"]]] (click:?correct)[(replace:?select)[(display:"BECOME A TEST SUBJECT")(replace:?exit)[]]]]]

You knock on the Bishop's front door and wait to be let in. It takes a surprisingly long time -- and when, at last, you hear Trent at the other side, he's unlocking an unreasably number of deadbolts. They //thunk// open softly before the door opens inwards, and there's Trent, back in his pajamas. "Sorry about all the locks," Trent says. "My dad's a cop and...you know. Paranoid." You nod, even though you don't really know at all. "Hey, do you have any other jobs for me to do? I actually have some more free time." "Really? That's actually great, because my mom wanted me to clean the dishes this morning, too! Is another $5 okay?" ==><== * (set:$time=$time+5) <== You leave Trent's house with hands still sudsy and pruned from washing dishes, but now a whole //$20// richer from vaccuuming the living room //and// taking out the garbage. (set:$money=$money+15) You got to know Trent pretty well, too. He's a bright kid -- lazy, oh //god// so lazy -- but funny, too, in his own way. He tells you amusing anecdotes about the teachers at Puttsdale and from times his friends have tried messing with his dad, the police chief at the small Puttsdale station. Out of his parents, though, it seems like his mom is the //really// strict one. "She is //on// me about stuff. Like, I mean //on// me." He subconsciously rubs his bottom, then scratches his nose. "But you know," he says, shrugging it off. "That's how mom's are. In Puttsdale, at least." You leave feeling like you've made a friend in Trent, and you hope that you see him around. (set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Trent Bishop - FRIEND")) [[Leave|SMALL CUL-DE-SAC]]

(unless:$familiars contains "memory game")["Excellent!" the scientist exclaims with an enthusiasm that nearly knocks you over. She sets her coffee aside and pulls a set of flashcards from her pocket. ](set:$time=$time+1)"Alright," Philia says. "I'm going to ask you about a detail you've seen around Puttsdale and give you a few possible options to choose from -- only one of them is correct. If you choose the right one, we'll keep going. Once you choose the wrong one, we stop. Okay?" You nod. "And remember: this is a //memory// test. If you don't actually remember it, you can't just go find the answer and come back. No cheating!" She shuffles her flashcards and pulls the first off the stack."Okay, let's begin..." She flips over the card and reads: (display:"MEMORY QUESTIONS") [[[Leave|RANCH HOUSES]]]<exit|

"That's right!" Philia says, turning the card over and setting it on the stack. "And that's all of them...//well done!// You have a truly exceptional memory and attention to detail!" All of a sudden her look becomes stern: "Unless, of course, you were secretly cheating?" Your proud smile freezes, begins to dim. "Going around the town checking your answers, coming back to try again?" she says. "You wouldn't interfere with the scientific process like that, now, would you?" [["Errrr..."]<a| [Admit it]<a|]<answer|(click-replace:?answer)[Before you can speak, she cuts you off. "I'm just teasing you!" she says, laughing. "Of //course// you checked your answers. Why would I have let you do the experiment multiple times if I didn't realize that was what you were going to do? All of my questions were about things you could easily go find out before trying again. I used the same stack of cards every time, in the same exact order -- you could have even guessed each answer until you got them all right." She takes a smug sip of her coffee before setting it down and folding her arms. "First rule of scientific experimentation -- know your variables!" "So...it wasn't a real experiment?" "Ah, well, //actually//," Philia says, "it //was//. Just not about your //memory//." She stands up and takes a briefcase from behind the lawnchair. She suddenly looks very important: her hair is tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail, her labcoat is starched and clean. For the first time, she actually seems to you like a scientist you'd see in a science fiction movie, carrying a clipboard and talking in jargon. Which she now does. "A lot of the work that we do at Perkins Labs relates to P.F.B.s -- //parasympathetic fundamental behavioral states//. We want to know if certain tendencies in post-cognitive stage adults can be corrected for with ethical developmental strategies and technolog--" Noting your blank expression, she stops mid-sentence and smiles. Then she fishes a card out of her briefcase and hands it to you. "Here. If you want to find out more about what we do, just stop by." You glance down at what she hands you, an eggshell white, consumately professional business card for Perkins Labs. ==><== **PERKINS LABORATORIES FINDING TOMORROW'S DISCIPLINARY SOLUTIONS TODAY** <== You turn it over to see the address and Philia's name. //Philia Reese. Psych Expert & Tech Associate//.(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Perkins Labs")) "It's easy enough to find," Philia says as she walks to her car. "Just go down the unmarked road at the south of town, you can't miss it." As she climbs into the cute, eco-friendly two-door, she smiles at you again. Thank you for being my guinea pig, (print:$name). Come down to the lab sometimes. Who knows? Maybe you'll get to be my test subject again." With that last statement hanging in the air, she slams the door and drives noiselessly away.(set:$phi_loc="work") [[Leave|RANCH HOUSES]]]

Philia was right – this //is// a good movie.(set:$study_in_scarlet="seen") Starring the actress Tiffany Hendrix – fresh off the final release of a four part action series DEAD MAN’S FLOAT where she plays a hot co-ed lifeguard who hunts zombies – as the lead, Sylvia Palm, //Study in Scarlet// is a surprisingly thoughtful romance/thriller about an NYC journalist in the 70s who gets in over her head on a case. Tiffany Hendrix, apparently determined to break out of being typecast as the beach blone, fully committed herself to method acting for this fil...and it shows. Obsessed with getting justice at any cost, Sylvia finds herself taken off the beat when an unauthorized sting operation blows up in her face. She’s unable to drop the lead, though, so she takes it upon herself to dress as a call girl in order to infiltrate a high-level mafia scam by seducing one of the top mob boss, Don Marone. She’s invited to an exclusive yacht party, where she manages to record clear evidence of the fraud and all the actors in it. She gets more than she bargained for, though, when she tries to record an intimate conversation with Don Marone and is caught red-handed. Now she’s out at sea, stranded with the dark heart of the city’s corruption, with enough notes and recordings to end the mob’s vice-grip on NYC real-estate once and for all...and she’s not getting out without a fight. Your favorite scene is obviously the twenty minutes where Sylvia (Tiffany Hendrix), wearing nothing but the skimpy shirt of her call girl outfit, is passed between the mafia bosses for a non-stop group spanking. Even the other call-girls start to get in on it! Sylvia takes the first few rounds well – the actress’s experience might have come in handy here – but she starts to fall apart when Don Martine’s broad leather belt licks across her heinie for the 15th time. She’s wailing and kicking and telling them how much they’re "going to pay for this" until the largest mob boss gives her a set of blistering swats that leave our hero in hiccuping sobs. The day is saved when Don Martine – after seeing the poor journalist’s bottom turn from pink to bright red to scarlet, all for the sake of the story – has a change of heart. He calls the Coast Guard and leaves them on speaker as Sylvia shouts out details of the case in between the //crack// of the belt against her hot bottom. When the authorities finally show up and the spanking ended, the audience audibly groaned in disappointment. It was a shockingly well choreographed scene. On land, Don Martine is led away in handcuffs as the hero, still sniffling, sits on on icepack on the doc and watches them go. As he’s taken, Don gives her one final smile – and she returns it. A sequel in the works, perhaps?(set:$time=$time+9) You leave the theatre feeling pumped and thinking to yourself: [["How cool would it be to spank Tiffany Hendrix live on set? I should become an actor..."]<dominant| ["How lucky is Tiffany Hendrix to get a spanking like that in front of all those people? I should become an actor..."]<submissive|]<answer|{ }(click:?dominant)[(replace:?answer)["How cool would it be to spank Tiffany Hendrix live on set? I should become an actor..." (color:yellow)[+1 DOMINANCE](set:$dominance=$dominance+1)]]{ }(click:?submissive)[(replace:?answer)["How lucky is Tiffany Hendrix to get a spanking like that in front of all those people? I should become an actor..."(color:yellow)[+1 SUBMISSIVENESS](set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+1)]] [[Leave the theater|BELMONT AVE]]

(if:$high is "Petra Strevetsky")[Petra's eyes light up the moment she sees the joint. She claps her hands together. "Can we?"(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Strevetsky House")) You laugh. "Sure! Only problem is, I don't have a li --" Before you can say the word //lighter//, Petra has produced one from under the stairs of the deck. She shrugs, smiling. "I keep one there just in case." Petra tucks the joint behind her ear -- her red hair obscuring it from view -- and leads you to her favorite spot in Yew Park. The two of you light up and pass the joint back and forth, progressively becoming looser and more giggly as the puddle-like reflection of the moon at the center of the lake rises and the night airy becomes milky with starlight. Petra tells you about herself: how her friends always tease her for having no fashion sense, how they keep trying to make a relationship between her and Trent Bishop happen, and how their efforts always somehow result in humiliation. "I guess I'm just not a girly-girl, you know?" she says, swaying towards you until she's finally leaning against your shoulder. It isn't long before she's snuggled into you, looking up at you with eyes half lidded, her pretty face always on the verge of a goofy grin. It occurs to both of you, as the silence hangs with the sweetly-scented marijuana smoke, that now would be the perfect chance to kiss... [[Kiss her]<yes| [Don't]<no|]<answer|{ }(click:?yes)[(replace:?answer)[So you do. Petra coils her body to press into your kiss as your hands explore underneath her baggie hoodie. She presses your hand to her breast and gasps softly. You melt into each other as the chorus of crickets rises all around you. Later -- much later -- high and sighing blithely, you both gather up the clothes you've shedded and begin the walk home.(set:$relationships=$relationships+(a:"Petra Strevetsky – PARTNER")) A part of you wants to go back to Petra's house and see what happens if she wakes up her parents sneaking back in...but you're too tired, and you honestly doubt you'd be able to evade them yourself. So you head home, keeping in you mind (even as the weed and sleep overcome it) to check in with Petra tomorrow to see...(set:$petra_spanked_weed=1) [[Go to bed|TRANSITION]]]]{ }(click:?no)[(replace:?answer)[But you decide that's not for tonight. Petra doesn't seem to mind. She continues to cuddle up against you, and you spent the next hour breathing in each other's scents and the pungent odor of weed. At last, it's time to go. You get up groggily, still holding to each other, and head to your respective homes. A part of you wants to go back to Petra's house and see what happens if she wakes up her parents sneaking back in...but you're too tired, and you honestly doubt you'd be able to evade them yourself. So you head home, keeping in you mind (even as the weed and sleep overcome it) to check in with Petra tomorrow to see...(set:$petra_spanked_weed=1) [[Go to bed|TRANSITION]]]]]

"Actually," (print:$spanked_by) says, stepping back to survey your reddened bottom, "I don't think you've //quite// learned your lesson yet." //Oh god...// The embarassment, it seems, will not end with a sore tushy. You are instructed, instead, to leave your pants and panties down until the stinging and redness subsides. //So I'll be walking around town with my bare ass on display?// you think, horrified. (if:$submissiveness>$dominance)[At the same time, a certain thrill of excitement courses through you, just from being disciplined so severely and so publicly. //Well...I GUESS I can do that...//](else:)[Your face deepens its blush, and you instinctively cover your face as you feel the cool air kiss your hot bottom. //Can this get any worse?!//](set:$clothing="naked") [Leave your pants down]<display|{ }(click:?display)[(show:?hidden_exit)]

{(if:$soreness is 1)[Kailee's bottom takes the swat with ease.] (if:$soreness is 2)[Kailee makes a playful 'O' face, looking back at you.] (if:$soreness is 3)[Kailee moans -- very inappropriately.] (if:$soreness is 4)[Kailee glances at you over her shoulder with a glint in her eye and a look that says //Is that it?//.] (if:$soreness is 5)[Kailee hisses softly, then giggles as though you'd tickled her. //Was that a nervous laugh?//] (if:$soreness is 6)[] (if:$soreness is 7)[] (if:$soreness is 8)[] (if:$soreness is 9)[] (if:$soreness is 10)[] (if:$soreness is 11)[] (if:$soreness is 12)[] (if:$soreness is 13)[] (if:$soreness is 14)[] (if:$soreness is 15)[April reflexively reaches back to cover her poor bottom, but you pin her arm down.] (if:$soreness is 16)[April's voice cracks as the smack ripples her bottom: 'WaaaaaOOWahaha, no!'] (if:$soreness is 17)[April looks at you over her shoulder, eyes full of equal parts humiliation and fury.] (if:$soreness is 18)[April's bares her teeth, her eyes glistening with tears of rage.] (if:$soreness is 19)[April whines: 'Why do you have to spank so haaard?'] (if:$soreness is 20)[April bounces on her toes, trying to ease the rising pain in her rear.] (if:$soreness is 21)[April looks back at you sharply. 'You're enjoying this, aren't you?' she pouts.] (if:$soreness is 22)[April clenches her butt cheeks together and howls in pain.] (if:$soreness is 23)[April lurches forward from the force of your spank. 'Ohmigosh...ohmigosh...'] (if:$soreness is 24)[April's knees are beginning to wobble.] (if:$soreness is 25)[April begs with her nose against the desk: 'Please...no more spanks...my butt is on fire...'] (if:$soreness is 26)[April begins to cry.] (if:$soreness is 27)[April yelps through tears, kicking up her foot again.] (if:$soreness is 28)[April is a blubbering mess.] (if:$soreness is 29)[April bows her head, quietly accepting her punishment.] (if:$soreness is 30)[] (if:$soreness > 30)[]}

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==><== ------------------------------------------------------ ###PERKINS LABS(set:$questionnaire=0)(set:$y=0) ####TEST SUBJECT QUESTIONAIRRE ------------------------------------------------------ <== *Please answer each question honestly!* 1) Have you ever been spanked for misbehavior? [[Y]<y1||[N]<n1|]<1|{ }(click:?y1)[(if:$questionnaire is 5)[(replace:?turn_in)[(display:"FINISHED SURVEY")]](replace:?1)[*Y*(set:$questionnaire=$questionnaire+1)(set:$y=$y+1)]]{ }(click:?n1)[(if:$questionnaire is 5)[(replace:?turn_in)[(display:"FINISHED SURVEY")]](replace:?1)[*N*(set:$questionnaire=$questionnaire+1)]] 2) Have you ever asked for or enjoyed a spanking? [[Y]<y2||[N]<n2|]<2|{ }(click:?y2)[(if:$questionnaire is 5)[(replace:?turn_in)[(display:"FINISHED SURVEY")]](replace:?2)[*Y*(set:$questionnaire=$questionnaire+1)(set:$y=$y+1)]]{ }(click:?n2)[(if:$questionnaire is 5)[(replace:?turn_in)[(display:"FINISHED SURVEY")]](replace:?2)[*N*(set:$questionnaire=$questionnaire+1)]] 3) If a part of your earned punishment included having your spanked bottom on display, would you accept this? [[Y]<y3||[N]<n3|]<3|{ }(click:?y3)[(if:$questionnaire is 5)[(replace:?turn_in)[(display:"FINISHED SURVEY")]](replace:?3)[*Y*(set:$questionnaire=$questionnaire+1)(set:$y=$y+1)](set:$display=1)]{ }(click:?n3)[(if:$questionnaire is 5)[(replace:?turn_in)[(display:"FINISHED SURVEY")]](replace:?3)[*N*(set:$questionnaire=$questionnaire+1)]] 4) If a part of your earned punishment included a mouth-soaping and/or enema, would you accept this? [[Y]<y4||[N]<n4|]<4|{ }(click:?y4)[(if:$questionnaire is 5)[(replace:?turn_in)[(display:"FINISHED SURVEY")]](replace:?4)[*Y*(set:$questionnaire=$questionnaire+1)(set:$y=$y+1)](set:$enema=1)]{ }(click:?n4)[(if:$questionnaire is 5)[(replace:?turn_in)[(display:"FINISHED SURVEY")]](replace:?4)[*N*(set:$questionnaire=$questionnaire+1)]] 5) If a part of your earned punishment included behavior rejuvenation therapy (diapering, etc.), would you accept this? [[Y]<y5||[N]<n5|]<5|{ }(click:?y5)[(if:$questionnaire is 5)[(replace:?turn_in)[(display:"FINISHED SURVEY")]](replace:?5)[*Y*(set:$questionnaire=$questionnaire+1)(set:$y=$y+1)](set:$diaper=1)]{ }(click:?n5)[(if:$questionnaire is 5)[(replace:?turn_in)[(display:"FINISHED SURVEY")]](replace:?5)[*N*(set:$questionnaire=$questionnaire+1)]] //NOTE: Our survey asks "would you accept this" as a way of determining a test subject's comfort level with various disciplinary techniques. It is understood that, in the context of a punishment, a subject may reject disciplinary measures.// ==><== ------------------------------------------------------ <== [Turn it in]<turn_in|(click-replace:?turn_in)[(display:"FINISHED SURVEY")] [[Leave without completing|PERKINS LAB]]

Philia takes the clip board from you and glances at your answers. She raises an eyebrow. She nods. She even smirks at one point. Your face blushens darkly. Then she takes the test subject questionnaire off and folds it at the crease line. "Well, (print:$name)," she says, "I think you will make an //excellent// test subject for our labs. Thank you for furthering our research!" She reaches out her hand. You shake it a bit uncertainly. "So...that's it? I'm in?" She raises her eybrow again. "Eager to start?" "W-well, I-"(set:$test_subject=1) She nods firmly, cutting off your stammering. "You're in. But you'll have to wait until we're running an experiment. We'll contact you on your email, so check it every morning." She grins. "And feel free to stop by anytime!" You leave the labs feeling a thrill course through your body. //So I'll just have to check my computer each morning until something comes up,// you think. You're certain, now, that this is excitement. //The scientific process is amazing!// you think, and you grin. (set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+$y)(color:yellow)[+(print:$y) SUBMISSIVENESS!] [[Continue|PERKINS LAB]]

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(unless:$test_subject is 1)[Philia makes long strides down the white hallways to meet you. She takes you by the arm and guides you (perhaps a bit too roughly) to her station. "Don't touch //anything//," she says. This is a different Philia from the one you saw sitting on her porch drinking coffee. She's all business, her lab coat immaculately pressed, her ponytail taut, and her patience slim. "Now," she says. "How can I help you?" [["I want to be a test subject."]<test| ["Oh, I just came to say hi!"]<no|]<answer| (click:?no)[(replace:?answer)[As soon as the words leave your lips -- perhaps even a moment before -- Philia's face crashes. She scowls at you over her glasses until you feel like you're about a foot tall. "Well, then," she snarls. "...//hi//." "...H-hi...?" you reply. "You know, (print:$name)," she says, "I have really important laboratory business to attend to. For a scientist, every moment is precious and needs to be //productive// towards the end of actionable //research//." You could swear a smirk flashes quickly across her face as she adds: "Maybe someone needs to teach you that lesson more //directly// some time." //Gulp.// You had better leave, before things get ugly... [[Leave|UNMARKED ROAD]]]]{ }(click:?test)[(replace:?answer)["Oh?" she replies, seeming interested for the first time. "Well, in that case, I'll just need you to fill out these forms!" She produces a clip board with a survey on top for you the write in your personal info. You do so fairly quickly, then lift the page and find a questionnaire of some kind. "Answer that carefully," Philia says absently, busying herself with the indecipherable numbers on her computer screen. You look down at the questionnaire. At first glance, it seems like any medical survey -- but then you look closer... [[Continue|QUESTIONNAIRE]]]]](else:)[You had better not bother Philia while she's working...She might get frustrated and take you off the test subject roster. Or something far, far worse... [[Leave|PERKINS LABS - EXPLORE]]]

//FWACK!// The unmistakable sound of a belt striking bare flesh rings out, followed by Trent's indignant wail. The handsome young man has his hands gripping the window sill as and his face out in the open air as his mother, unseen, blisters his rear end from behind. //FWACK!// "Oooowww! Mom, this isn't //fair!//" "Don't you tell me about what's //fair//, Trent Bishop! I ask you to do //one simple chore//, and you take out hardly half the weeds!" "But Mom, I --" //FWACK!// "Iiiaaaaaeeeaha! Mom, not so hard!" Mrs. Bishop is apparently not in the mood to be taking requests, because she hauls back and swats Trent with all the more power in her swing. The //crack// resounds off the rooftops, as does Trent's cry. "Aaaaaaaaaooooowwwww!" "Maybe this will teach you to do a job right!" "B-but mom, I //swear//," Trent stammers, his lip beginning to quiver as his eyes fill with tears, "it wasn't me! I gave money to --" //FWACK!//(set:$trent_job=0) "Waaaahahaha!" //I think that's my cue to leave,// you think to yourself, ducking behind a tree. You don't think that Mrs. Bishop will find Trent's story all that convincing (or placating), but you know that if Trent spies you from his window you'll have a scene on your hands... [[Sneak away|SMALL CUL-DE-SAC]]

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"(print:$name)!" Principal Hawthorne's booming voice greets you at the threshhold. "You are //exactly// the person I was hoping to see!" "R-really?" "Why, yes! Tell me, (print:$name): do you know Ms. Pound?" You turn as he gestures towards a young woman you hadn't noticed in his office before. She's wearing an oversized Puttsdale High "SENIOR CLASS" sweater and fashionable kneesocks, and she has pink streaks in her short-cropped hair -- it takes you a moment before you realize this is the girl from the Ice Cream Parlor. "Kailee?" you say.(set:$kai_loc="principal's office") "Ah, so you //do!//" Principal Hawthorne says. Then he frowns. "I should think you ought to find better company, (print:$name). But no matter. Ms. Pound is here in my office because it appears that //she// is responsible for the grafitti that you so kindly painted over when you first came to this school. Do you recall what that particular vandalism said?" You turn to Kailee in shock. Of course you remember: //NO MORE PADDLES AT PUTTSDALE HIGH!// Now this Puttsdale High about-to-be-grad is most certainly going to meet with a paddle herself. You almost have to giggle at the irony. Kailee, on the other hand, is not looking very amused. Bored and defiant, she crosses her arms and slouches brattily, her green eyes watching you as though for a sign of weakness. "It's bullshit, I didn't do it," she says (unconvincingly). "They just want to pin it on me so they can paddle my butt. //Again//." "Oh, I'm sure that an opportunity for that would arise if we simply waited," Principal Hawthorne says in a warning tone. He sits back on his desk, looking tired for the first time you've ever seen. Then, turning to you, he adds: "You see, (print:$name), Ms. Pound is... ah, how shall I put it... one of my most //frequent// guests. It is rare indeed for me to have such a frequent visitor. I am not accustomed to repeating myself. "I have been Principal at this school for over thirty years, and I think at this point I can say that I am //quite good// at getting my message across. My paddlings have been called, on multiple occasions, 'life-changing.'" His mustache quirks in a proud smile, but it fades as he moves to delivering the 'bad news.' "But Ms. Pound here never seems to learn her lesson. Frankly, I fear that my efforts in disciplining her, however virtuosic, have fallen flat." You look to Kailee. She's smirking at you, occasionally looking at her nails with an air of total cockiness. From looking at her, you might think she was being praised. //Maybe this IS praise to Kailee,// you think. "Which is why," Principal Hawthorne goes on, "I have decided to vary my approach somewhat. I think it's time that I allow one of Kailee's //peers// to handle her punishment." Kailee's smirk vanishes. "Yes, I've found through the years that this can be even more effective, especially for the rebellious types who relish the chance to be at odds with an authority figure. Something about being punished by a social //equal// is infinitely more... shall we say... //affecting//." Kailee looks from you to Principal Hawthorne, suddenly not looking so proud of herself. "You can't be saying --" she begins, but she's cut off. "So!" Principal Hawthorne says, standing off his desk and folding his hands. "What do you say, (print:$name)?" You blink, surprised. So Principal Hawthorne spells it out for you. "Will you take the lead on Ms. Pound's punishment?" Interpreting your surprise as hesitation, he adds: "I will be right here to advise." //Principal Hawthorne wants me to spank Kailee Pound// -- and he's going to be right here, judging whether you do it right! You feel a rush of nervousness, and also excitement. //Am I ready for this?...// [[Absolutely!|ACCEPT]] [[Sorry, Principal Hawthorne -- that's not for me.|REFUSE]]

"Excellent!" Principal Hawthorne booms. He goes to a cabinet at the corner of the room and unlocks it with a small gold key, singing your praises all the while. "So good to see young people who truly //value// such opportunities to //correct// and //discipline// their --" Kailee's shoulders sag. She looks at you as though this is the worst //possible// betrayal. You shrug. (set:$dominance=$dominance+2)(color:yellow)[+2 DOMINANCE!] "This isn't //fair//!" Kailee exclaims. "(print:$name) isn't even --" She flinches and stops short when Principal Hawthorne comes back from the cabinet and drops an armful of implements onto his desk, all of which look to be particularly '//affecting//.' You see a paddle with a red stripe, a tawse with a blue stripe, and a cane with a purple stripe. "Right! Now then. The regular punishment for vandalism is 30 strokes with the paddle." Kailee, now trying to be brave, stiffens at the number. "However, given that this is not a first time offense, I will be leaving the implement and the number in your control. I want you to do whatever //you// believe is best!" His eyes twinkle. It suddenly occurs to you that, as much as this is a punishment for Kailee, it is also a sort of //test// for //you//. Principal Hawthorne is looking to see how well you can discipline Kailee -- and he'll be judging your results! [[//I'm more than up to the task!//]<authority| [//Oh gosh -- I hope I can do this right!//]<none|]<choose|{ }(click:?authority)[(replace:?choose)[//I'm more than up to the task!//(set:$authority=$authority+1) (color:yellow)[+1 AUTHORITY!]]]{ }(click:?none)[(replace:?choose)[//Oh gosh -- I hope I can do this right!//]] Principal Hawthorne nods at you, as though reading your thoughts and seeing your understanding. He goes to the chair behind his desk and, without looking at her, says: "Alright, Ms. Pound, skirt off, panties down, assume the position over the desk -- (print:$name) doesn't have all day and neither do I! Remove your sweater, too, Ms. Pound, we don't want it getting in the way." Kailee groans and rolls her eyes -- the consumate brat -- but, seeing no way out of her situation, unclasps her skirt and lets it fall, following it with her panties and stepping out of the legholes. She takes her sweater at the hem and pulls it over her head. Now she's standing before you in only a hot-pink tanktop matching her streakily-dyed hair, and there's a sudden change in her attitude. She grins at you as shse holds her sweater out at arms length and lets it fall to the floor like a gauntlet being cast. "//Right, then, (print:$name)//," she says to you in a low whisper, mimicking the clipped precision of Principal Hawthorne's diction. "Bring it on." And with that, she turns around, places her forearms flat on the desk with a practiced grace, arches her back, and shows you her naked white bottom. Despite being otherwise skinny, Kailee has full hips and a round bottom -- there's a gap between her thighs and a light brown mole just below her left butt cheek. It's quite a view: fun to look at and, you're sure, even more fun to spank. You look up at Principal Hawthorne, who nods towards the implements on the counter for you to choose. "Remember," he says, "I'm right here if you need any advise!" You nod, and he smiles. Kailee shifts slightly between her feet but holds her position and as well as the same bored, defiant look she wore when you walked in. //Okay, then. Time to get started!// [[Begin|SPANKING KAILEE]]

"I'm sorry, Principal Hawthorne, I --" Principal Hawthorne raises his hand. "Don't be sorry, (print:$name), I completely understand." His face is solemn, and maybe a little disappointed, but his voice is genuine as he adds: "The role of discipliner is not for everyone, and I certainly would never put you in a position to make you uncomfortable. Thank you for being honest." Kailee crosses her arms and leans against Principal Hawthorne's desk, looking very pleased. "Yeah. Thanks for being honest, (print:$name)." "Of course," Principal Hawthorne goes on in a low voice, "I had already planned for a //back-up// in the event that you should refuse." Kailee's face falls. "So it really is no trouble at all, (print:$name). Carry on!" "A back-up?" Kailee says, suddenly worried again. Just then, as if on cue, Maggie Sweet steps into the doorway and knocks obnoxiously on the inside wall. "You wanted to see me, Principal Hawthorne?" Kailee closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. "Oh no..." "Oh yes," Principal Hawthorne says. "Ms. Sweet, please come in. I have a very specific task for you today." He looks back at you and nods. "You may go, (print:$name). Thank you for dropping in." As you step into the hallway and let the door close behind you, you hear Maggie give an excited cheer at the same time as Kailee groans. A part of you wishes you could see what comes next -- but spanking Kailee is just not something you're willing to do. You're not made to give discipline -- if anything, you're made to //receive// it. (set:$submissiveness=$submissiveness+4)(color:yellow)[+4 SUBMISSIVENESS!] You walk away just as the first paddle //crack// rings out behind you, followed by a cry of annoyance and pain from Hailee and Maggie's ecstatic laughter. You shake your head slowly, as you're sure Principal Hawthorne is doing right now as well... [[Leave|HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]

Choose your implement and start Kailee's punishment. [[Paddle]<paddle| [Tawse]<tawse| [Cane]<cane|]<implement| [[Pick a different implement|SPANKING KAILEE]]{ }(click:?paddle)[(replace:?implement)[You choose the paddle.(set:$implement="paddle")(replace:?action)[{}[Spank Kailee]<spank|(click-replace:?spank)[(display:"AGAIN 2")]]]]{ }(click:?tawse)[(replace:?implement)[You choose the tawse.(set:$implement="tawse")(replace:?action)[{}[Spank Kailee]<spank|(click-replace:?spank)[(display:"AGAIN 2")]]]]{ }(click:?cane)[(replace:?implement)[You choose the cane.(set:$implement="cane")(replace:?action)[{}[Spank Kailee]<spank|(click-replace:?spank)[(display:"AGAIN 2")]]]] When it doubt, you can always [look to the principal]<look| for help!{  }(live:1s)[(if:$new_strokes>2)[(replace:?max)[{ }(if:$strokes < 11)[(unless:$implement is "tawse")["I have always found the tawse to be excellent for -- should I say, //warm-up// implement," Principal Hawthorne says. "Gets the subject ready to really //feel// the next strokes."](else:)[(display:"ENCOURAGEMENT")]]{ }(else-if:$strokes < 25)[{ }(if:$kaileeSORE >= 3)[(unless:$implement is "cane")["Excellent!" Principal Hawthorne says, eyes flashing with excitement. "Now, see how Ms. Pound responds to a finer, more concentrated sting."](else:)[(display:"ENCOURAGEMENT")]]{ }(if:$kaileeSORE < 3)[Principal Hawthorne shifts slightly in his chair. "May need to course correct, (print:$name)," he says. "Really, you need to start with nice, even coverage -- tawse is best.]]{ }(else-if:$strokes < 40)[{ }(if:$kaileeSORE >= 6)[(unless:$implement is "paddle")["Good show!" Principal Hawthorne says. "See how the cane perfectly strikes the already stinging sit-spots?" (Kailee groans softly in the background here, but is ignored). "Now, then -- bring us home with a few good hard //wallops!//"](else:)[(display:"ENCOURAGEMENT")]]{ }(if:$kaileeSORE < 6)[Principal Hawthorne grimaces. "At this rate, (print:$name), I'm afraid Kailee isn't going to learn very much...start with a broad, flat brush, then move to finer strokes!]]{ }(else-if:$strokes >= 40)[{ }(if:$kaileeSORE >= 10)["Marvelous!" Principal Hawthorne says, pumping his fist. "I do believe you've done it!"]{ }(else-if:$kaileeSORE >= 8.5)[(display:"ENCOURAGEMENT")]{ }(else:)[As Kailee's punishment comes to a close, Principal Hawthorne looks increasingly worried. "I'm not so sure that...hm."]](set:$new_strokes=0)]]] [Kailee Pound is bent over the principal's desk, whearing only a low-necked tank top, her pale, naked bottom ready to be spanked. Her challenge echos in your ear: //Bring it on//.]<action| [Principal Hawthorne is watching you with patient interest, waiting to see what you will do.]<max|

(unless:$kaileeSORE>10)["Thank you, (print:$name)," Principal Hawthorne says gently. "I'll take it from here." Kailee's bottom has a mild blush to it -- but it's hardly a memorable lesson. You sigh as Principal Hawthorne takes the (print:$implement) from your hand and gives you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. Your subject, Kailee, is not nearly so kind. She props her face on her hand and gives you the smuggest look you've ever seen on a half-naked, half-spanked young lady. "At least you tried," she says in a saccharine-sweet tone, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Principal Hawthorne cuts her a hard look, and she purses her lips. But as you're leaving, she still sticks her tongue out at you behind Principal Hawthorne's back! //That BRAT!// All the way down the stairs, you're kicking yourself for not teaching a sterner lesson. You sigh, defeated by Kailee's butt-of-steel. //Guess I need more practice...//(set:$authority=$authority-2) [[Leave|HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]] (else:)[Kailee is gasping and hiccuping, her tears dribbling onto the table, her mascara ruined, bubbles forming from her snot and drool -- put simply, she's a hot, wet mess. She slumps forward on the desk with her bright red backside hoisted helplessly in the air, a beacon that, you're sure, could warn ships away from the rocky shore on dark nights. Her shoulders and shaking and her knees are turned in. She has been //thoroughly// chastized -- and it shows! Principal Hawthorne beams as he takes the (print:$implement) from your hand. "Well //done//, (print:$name)! I do believe you've gotten through to Ms. Pound after all!"(set:$implement=0) As if to confirm this, Kailee whimpers softly with her face buried in her arms. (set:$authority=$authority+2)(color:yellow)[+2 AUTHORITY!] "I'll most certainly remember to call you in for my difficult cases in the future, (print:$name). You're an absolute natural. Remind me of myself at your age!" He's so carried away with pride that he seems to have completely forgotten about the well-spanked girl sprawled out on his desk. "Oh, yes, erm -- you may stand, Kailee, your punishment is over. I do hope that this has been a lesson you will recall in the future when your mischevious instincts are at play." Sniffling and rubbing her eyes, Kailee gets off the desk and takes her sweater off the floor. Apparently, she isn't quite ready to try to pull her panties over her still-smarting caboose. Which is when you get an idea. "Principal Hawthorne," you say. He turns with interest, and Kailee also looks up to hear what you have to say. "I agree that the primary part of Kailee's punishment is done. But I also think that there's one more thing we can do to motivate Kailee not to misbehave again." "Oh? And what's that?" "Well, it's like you said," you say, feeling Kailee's glower burn into you front behind, "the most affecting punishments come from your //social equals// -- I think a young woman like Kailee learns even more from embarrassment than from being spanked." Principal Hawthorne's mustachiod mouth is fully grinning now as he realizes what you're saying. "I think I catch your drift -- but do go on!" "I was thinking," you say, "that Kailee could finish her punishment //out in the hall// -- standing with her skirt lifted so that everyone can see the consequence of her actions." Principal Hawthorne claps you on the shoulder. "//Marvelous//, my (print:$gender). Simply marvelous. As a matter of fact, I think that some 'cornertime' out in the hallway should be a feature of //all// Kailee's future punishments. Which," he adds sharply, looking at Kailee, "ought to be //far// less frequent!" Kailee looks like she's torn between screaming furiously and breaking down in tears. But in the end, she settles on nodding meekly, placing both her lilywhite hands on her throbbing backside. And so Kailee Pound is positioned without her skirt or panties in front of Principal Hawthorne's office, just outside of the second floor classrooms. When the bell rings and the students pour out into the hall, they are treated to a full view of Kailee's cherry-red bottom as she stands with her hands on her head, knees trembling slightly, her face flushing a dark crimson as her classmates pass her snickering and taunting. Maggie Sweet is the first to actually stop and admire your handiwork, cooing, pretending to warm her hands, and laughing aloud, all while Kailee stands there boiling with importent rage. "Wow, (print:$name), she says upon learning you were the spanker responsible. "Remind me not to get on your bad side!"(set:$kaileeSORE="cornertime")(set:$given=$given+(a:"Kailee Pound")) You smile proudly. //Damn right!// you think, and you leave the building feeling very accomplished -- as well as //confident// that Kailee will think twice before going back to her bratty ways! [[Continue|HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS]]]

{(if:$implement is "tawse")[(set:$sound=(random:1,2)) (if:$sound is 1)[//THWAP!//] (if:$sound is 2)[//FWOCK!//]] (if:$implement is "paddle")[(set:$sound=(random:1,3)) (if:$sound is 1)[//THWACK!//] (if:$sound is 2)[//CRACK!//] (if:$sound is 3)[//WHACK!//]] (if:$implement is "cane")[(set:$sound=(random:1,3)) (if:$sound is 1)[//FFFWAP!//] (if:$sound is 2)[//FFWOCK!//] (if:$sound is 3)[//FFFFWACK!//]] (set:$reply=(random:1,5)) (if:$kaileeSORE is < 1)[] (else-if:$kaileeSORE is < 2)[ (if:$reply is 1)["Mmf!"]] (else-if:$kaileeSORE is < 3)[ (if:$reply is 1)["Mmf!"] (if:$reply is 2)["Ngah!"] (if:$reply is 2)["Eep!"]] (else-if:$kaileeSORE is < 4)[ (if:$reply is 1)["Gah!"] (if:$reply is 2)["Owch!"] (if:$reply is 3)["Ow!"] (if:$reply is 4)["Aahhaow!"] (if:$reply is 5)["Oh!]] (else-if:$kaileeSORE is < 5)[ (if:$reply is 1)["Gah!"] (if:$reply is 2)["Owch!"] (if:$reply is 3)["Holy //sshhhh// -- I didn't say it!"] (if:$reply is 4)["Ahaha!"] (if:$reply is 5)["God, that //stings//!"]] (else-if:$kaileeSORE is < 8)[ (if:$reply is 1)["Gahaaaa!"] (if:$reply is 2)["Owwwwwwww!"] (if:$reply is 3)["Omigosh! Omi//gosh//!!"] (if:$reply is 4)["Aiieeeeee!!"] (if:$reply is 5)["Owowowwowwaaaaaaah!"]] (else-if:$kaileeSORE is < 10)[ (if:$reply is 1)["Waaaaahahaaa! I'm s-sorry! Sorry!"] (if:$reply is 2)["Owwww//wwwwwah//! Please, no more (print:$implement)!!"] (if:$reply is 3)["Aaiiiiiieeee! I'll be g-good! I p-promise!"] (if:$reply is 4)[Kailee screams and grips the table for dear life.] (if:$reply is 5)["Aaaaahhhhaaa//eeeeee//! I'm so sorr//yyyy//! P-please!"] ]} (if:$kaileeSORE < 1)[From the very first spank, Kailee is determined to be defiant to the last. She wiggles her bottom, taunting you. ]{ }(else-if:$kaileeSORE < 3)[Kailee's bottom blushes where your (print:$implement) touches down, and her cheeks jiggle with each swat. Every so often she'll snicker softly, arching her back and giving you an //I dare you// glance over her shoulder. ]{ }(else-if:$kaileeSORE < 5)[By now, Kailee's rear end is fully bubble-gum pink and stinging. As your (print:$implement) follows through across her rosey derriere, she sometimes squeaks or exhales softly, a stiffled cry. But she's still casting smug looks over her shoulder, and she doesn't seem very sorry yet... ]{ }(else-if:$kaileeSORE < 7)[At this point, Kailee is crying out sharply each time your (print:$implement) //pops// hard against her reddened backside, kicking up one foot, clenching and unclenching her fists. ]{ }(else-if:$kaileeSORE < 9)[Now Kailee is fully wailing each time the (print:$implement) comes down, panting between strokes as though she'd just been sprinting. She clenches her bottom to brace for each stroke, but her bright scarlet butt still dances from each slap. ]{ }(else-if:$kaileeSORE <10)[Kailee starts to sob! ]{ }(else-if:$kaileeSORE < 15)[Finally, Kailee appears to have gotten the message: she's sobbing and blubbering helplessly as your (print:$implement) strikes her searingly-hot tushy, each cheek a full ruby-red from top to bottom and side to side. She's apologizing between strokes as her black eye-makeup streams down her face. ]

(set:$chance=(random:1,6)){(if:$chance is 1)["Good show, (print:$name)!" Principal Hawthorne exclaims. "I do believe you're on track!] (else-if:$chance is 2)["Well //done//, (print:$name)!" Principal Hawthorne says admiringly. "Let's have another just like that!"] (else-if:$chance is 3)["The punishment is going swimmingly!" Principal Hawthorne booms. "Ms. Pound, don't you agree?" Kailee only grits her teeth.] (else-if:$chance is 4)["Capital!" Principal Hawthorne says.] (else-if:$chance is 5)[Principal Hawthorne nods approvingly, as though to say, //Keep it up!//] (else-if:$chance is 6)["Impressive," Principal Hawthorne says in a low voice. "Very impressive."]}

(set:$strokes=$strokes+1)(set:$new_strokes=$new_strokes+1){ }(if:$implement is "tawse")[(if:$kaileeSORE<3)[(set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+.3)]]{ }(if:$implement is "cane")[(if:$kaileeSORE>=3 and $kaileeSORE<6)[(set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+.3)]]{ }(if:$implement is "paddle")[(if:$kaileeSORE>=6)[(set:$kaileeSORE=$kaileeSORE+.3)]]{ }(display:"SPANK KAILEE")(if:$strokes>1)[You've spanked Kailee (print:$strokes) times. ](unless:$strokes>45)[{ }[Again?]<again|(click:?again)[(replace:?action)[(display:"AGAIN 2")]]](else:)[Your arm is starting to get tired, and you've already gone significantly over the 30 strokes for vandalism -- it's time to end the spanking.] [[End spanking->KAILEE AFTERMATH]]

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Kailee Pound is bent over the principal's desk, whearing only a low-necked tank top, her pale, naked bottom ready to be spanked. Her challenge echos in your ear: //Bring it on//.

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(set:$opened=$opened+(a:"Strevetsky House")) [[Back|UPTOWN]]

You can't be in a reputable establishment with your spanked bottom hanging out of your pants! Unsurprisingly, you're chased off the premises with a couple of hard //swats// given for good measure. You aren't sure what burns more: your cheeks from the embarassment, or your backside from the spanking! [[Continue|UPTOWN]]

(if:$questionnaire is 5)[//Well, THAT was the weirdest survey I've ever taken,// you think as you bring the clipboard back to Philia. There's a pit in your stomach, but you aren't sure if it's from nervousness or excitement... [[Continue|TURN IN]]](else:)[You need to answer //all// of the questions on the questionnaire before turning it in. Try again! [[Back|QUESTIONNAIRE]]]

(if:$relationships contains "Wren Glacey - PARTNER")[Wren wriggles her tight body over your lap and grips the chair beneath you. You pat her bottom and discover a crushed, half-full packet of cigarrettes. "And you're quitting these, too," you say sternly, tossing the packet into the garbage at the other side of the room. "Aw, but all the P.I.s do it," Wren grumbles. "Not you. Not anymore." You run your hand across her firm haunches, admiring her narrow waist as her shirt falls up over the small of her back. "Enjoying the view back there?" Wren says calmly. She flashes you a knowing look, then reaches to her waist to undo her pants' button "You know, it's even better underneath." You tug off her pants and discover she's absolutely right. Wren must do squats when she isn't fighting the shadowy kabal. Her bottom is smooth and round like tracing your fingers over the underside of a empty coffee mug -- cool to the touch, only temporarily. She arches her back and you can see a trill of pleasure coursing though her as you admire her, the way the fabric of her panties cling to the cleft between her broad buttocks, her cheeks peeking out from beneath the black undies like waxing moons in the night sky. You trail your finger along the inside of her thigh and she shivers, emitting a soft gasp of pleasure as you stroke the sensitive flesh where her long legs meet. Before you can allow yourself to get more lost in the milky-white of her behind, you raise your hand and take a deep breath. Sensing that her spanking i. about to begin, Wren tenses, straightening her body like water finding its level.]