Kate notified Dana and Clay that in the next scene they would be two youngsters caught by their neighbor after running through her flowerbed. She added they should dress in something appropriate to youth in the summer. Clay’s outfit was a pair of elastic-waistband gym shorts, t-shirt and sneakers. Dana arrived in a sundress and sneakers. The scene began on Kate’s patio with her scolding about the pair’s disregard for her property and lovely flowers that have been trampled.

“We’re really sorry, miss,” Dana replied.

“Oh, you’re gonna be really sorry. I have a good mind to punish you right out here and have the neighbors watch your little bums get spanked,” Kate threatened.

“No, miss. Please, not a spanking,” Clay whined.

“Too late,” Kate responded. “The flowers are ruined but I will be considerate of you modesty and take your punishment indoors.” Truthfully, Clay was a bit excited about the notion of a backyard spanking. He liked the risk of maybe being seen with his bare bottom being spanked. He would need to suggest that Kate incorporate that into a future scene. Kate led the two inside and pulled a chair away from her table to the center of the kitchen. She retrieved a bright red silicone spatula from a crock full of utensil on the counter and sat in the chair. “You first,” she said to Clay, beckoning him with a crooked finger.

“No, please,” Clay begged.

“Get over here right now or you’re make it much worse for both you and your friend,” Kate threatened. Clay slowly approached and Kate grabbed him and pulled him close, quickly tugged down his pants and underwear and hauled him over her knee. She knew from personal experience that while it looked innocent enough, this spatula was a formidable implement. Soon Clay’s cheeks were a hue that rivaled the red tool. She released him and he hopped to his feet. He rubbed his bottom for a moment and then began to pull-up his clothing that was bunched around his ankles. “Never-mind covering up. We’re far from done with your punishment,” Kate admonished.

She prompted Dana to her right side, and guided the woman over her lap. She flipped-up the back of Dana’s dress and quickly pulled her panties clear of her round bottom. Dana’s tush was rounder and a bit fuller than Clay’s, so it took a bit more time and effort to fully color her cheeks. Throughout the task, Kate was considering the well-worn spanking adage of ‘painting the back porch red’.

“Stand here, you two,” Kate instructed as Dana rubbed her fiery bottom and Clay admired the color and warmth. Kate strode outside, found a pair of garden shears and nipped two good stems from the willow. She returned inside and commanded Clay, “Bend over with your hands on the chair.” When in position she slowly began to apply a switch to his already sore backside. In a few minutes, his red cheeks were criss-crossed with two dozen stripes and welts.

Then it was Dana’s turn and Clay watched in fascination. He’d had an erection since the lecture began on the patio and now was tempted to stroke himself to completion as he watched the switch land on his friend’s bare ass. The only reason he did not act was Dana promise that afterwards they would hurry back to her place. She had only two conditions - that for the first round he take her doggy style and ejaculate on her fresh-spanked ass. The choice for round two would be completely up to him.