Sarah and I had been neighbors and best pals since her family moved-in next door during junior high. Even as her physical development distinguished her as an attractive female, in my eyes she was a loyal friend and ally not a romantic interest.

A big difference in our upbringing was that corporal punishment was liberally applied by her parents and almost never by mine. She would freely relay punishment events in great detail. Even though I thought there was no carnal tension between us, as an adolescent fellow I could not help becoming aroused when she detailed bare bottom spankings from her mom and/or dad.

Except for once, these tales had always been verbal recounts. That once, I was able to see the ‘holy grail’ except that there was a fairly high price. Sarah and I had been caught by her mom literally playing with fire. We had been messing around with leftover sparklers in a vacant lot behind their house. The weather had been very dry and risk of brushfires was high. Her mom was looking for Sarah to finish chores, found us and ground out the sputtering sparkler.

She gripped us both by the upper arms and began to haul us back towards their yard and into the side door of their garage. There she took a slat of wood hanging on the wall - not a coincidence I later thought - and told Sarah to bend over. She gave her daughter two sharp whacks and then declared, “Get those pants down.” Sarah looked plaintively at her mom, balking at the order to bare her bottom with me as an audience. “Get ‘em down! Now!” her mom added.

Sarah had told me, with considerable detail, that spankings in their house were always on the bare, so her mom’s initially swats over her cut-off shorts were a significant aberration. Sarah grudgingly unbuttoned her shorts, slowly unzipped them and then paused. “You better get those down, missy, or it’s gonna be much worse for you and your friend,” her mom warned. I was surprised by the word ‘and’, meaning - I assumed - she intended to paddle me, too. Sarah shrugged down her shorts and panties. I was in awe of her most perfect bottom but got little time to appreciate its pristine condition as her mom began to whack her daughter’s bare backside with amazing ferocity and pace. Quickly, her cheeks bore a bright red swath but I could not help but gawk at her full exposed girl parts.

“Cover up, Sarah,” her mom ordered, then turned to me. “Turn around, drop your pants and bend over,” she ordered. I complied and quickly she was smacking my bare ass, making it feel like it was under attack by a swarm of very angry hornets. That night, I lay in bed having not told either of my parents about the incident. I rubbed my seared bottom and stroked a rock-hard erection to fruition.

Fast forward several years and we were still chums but now in college. I was driving us home for fall break and Sarah was consumed at what would happen when her parents saw her mid-term grades. She figured she was due an epic spanking and concocted a wild plan to memorialize the event. She would establish a Zoom session with me that I would record. I was to keep my microphone and camera off and simply enjoy the show. I dropped her off and hurried home myself to prepare. My parents were away for the day, so I was alone in the house until the next morning. I opened the virtual meeting invitation and saw Sarah at her desk.

Behind her, lay her bed where she was certain the punishment would unfold. As if on cue, her parents entered the room and declared they need to ‘discuss’ her abysmal grades. The verbal portion of the ‘discussion’ was certainly brief, her mom signaling the end of discussion by sitting on the end of the bed, unwittingly facing the camera. “I’m sorry dear, but we need to demonstrate our displeasure with your lack of commitment to academics,” she stated. Sarah’s mom was holding the hairbrush that Sarah had told me was her mom’s favored spanking implement. She patted her right thigh signaling to Sarah to prepare herself. Sarah complied with the wordless instruction, lowering and then completely stepping out of her jeans and panties, then draping herself over her mom’s lap.

Sarah looked over at the camera and gave me a wink as her mom began to paddle her ass. Soon my friend was writhing and sobbing in pain. Her mother released her and Sarah hopped up and began to try to rub out the sting. She began to pull on her panties but stopped when her dad stated, “We’re not quite finished,” and then stacked her pillows in the center of the bed. Sarah groaned but climbed onto the bed and lay across the pillows. Her upturned and bright red ass was a perfect target as he pulled out his belt and began to lash her already seared cheeks with the heavy leather strap.

About fifteen minutes later, Sarah knocked on my back door. I had rewatched the recording twice more and was seemingly permanently erect. “Did you get it?” she asked, I nodded that the scheme had been successful. I led her to my room and we watched it together twice more and then she surprised me with an unexpected move. She dropped her pants, stacked my pillows and lay on my bed, much like she had been for the strapping except that her legs were parted most invitingly. “Fuck me and cum on my ass,” she ordered. I was more than eager to comply.