The key to the Puttsdale gymnasium that Doug gave you 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:$pool_spanker="Leah")
[[Show yourself| STORY 1 LEAH - BEGIN]]
[[Stay hidden|STORY 1 LEAH – ORIGINAL END]]You step out from behind the bleachers.
"I wonder who Principal Hawthorne would believe," you say coolly. Leah turns, and as she sees you her face falls. "Maybe if it was between you and Kid, you’d have the upper hand. But I’ve actually //seen// you use a copy of the key...and I know you have it because //I’ve// got a copy of that one!" You hold up the silver key, and Kid laughs triumphantly. "So I’m not so sure that it wouldn’t be //your// butt getting punished, Leah."
Leah scowls as Kid and Ivy high five. She crosses her arms. "I wasn’t gonna actually tell anyone," she says. "I was just messing around."
"Well, the //last time// you ‘messed around,’" Ivy says, air-quoting vigorously, "I had to ice my butt for an hour just to be able to sit in class the next day."
"Thanks, (print:$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.
[[Continue|ORIGINAL END 2]]"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!"
[[Continue|GOOD END 2]]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]]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.
(color:green)[The stopwatch ticks on.(live:2s)[..and on(stop:)](live:3.5s)[...and on!(stop:)]]
[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]<stop|]<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."
Then the girls reach the bleachers, sopping wet, ready to be spanked.
[[Spank Ivy and Kid|STORY 1 LEAH - BULLY END]]]]{
}(click:?stop)[(replace:?choice)[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:$name)," Kid says, ignoring Leah's flailing, "all we need you to do is hold her arms down. We've got the rest."
[[Spank Leah|STORY 1 LEAH - GOOD END]]]](stop:)]]The girls get out of the pool and miserably shuffle over to you, their bare feet slapping against the tile, a slipperly trail of water in their wake. Leah pats her lap gleefully and Kid, looking mad enough to bite, grudgingly gets over her lap and puts her palms on the ground.
Ivy pauses in front of you, pleading with her eyes. "Do you //really// need to spank me?" she says. "I was just trying to PR!"
You shrug nonchalantly. "I guess if you want Leah to do it --"
Before you can even finish the thought, she gets over your lap.
The sounds of the double spanking echo through the gymnasium, the //slaps// and //splats// of your bare hands against the poor swimmers bottoms ringing out sharply, bouncing off the concrete walls, joined by a chorus of squeals and cries that becomes louder as the punishment goes on.
//FWAP! THWAP! THWAP!// "Gahahaaaaaa!" Kid cries, dropping her head and kicking her feet. Her face is set like she's in the final set of push-ups before collapse, and her bottom is changing shade rapidly from light red to deep crimson. "Why do you like //spanking// me so much?!" she exclaims.
Leah doesn't answer -- just laughs. But watching the tomboy's butt cheeks jiggle and redden as her swimsuit wedgie deepens from her kicks and squirms, you honestly think it's a rhetorical question anyway.
Your own spankee, Ivy, blushes brightly on both sets as cheeks as you lap into her once-pale tushy with your cupped palm. Pretty soon she begins to cry -- less from the stinging pain and more from the //humiliation//, you think -- and your swats are punctuated by her hiccuping sobs.
[[Continue|BULLY END 2]]When, at last, it's over, Leah has the girls bend over and touch their toes by the pool. They groan, but are powerless to complain -- besides, it can't get any worse, they think...right?(set:$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.
##THE END
[[Play again?|INTRO]]"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.
##THE END
[[Play again?|INTRO]]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...
**THE END**
[[Play again?|INTRO]]==><==
##PERSONAL RECORD
A "Welcome to Puttsdale" Story by Waferborn
[[BEGIN|INTRO]](set:$name=(prompt:"What is your name?","Ana"))