Few things were more humiliating for Rebecca Benson than to be babysat at the age of eleven – and that her babysitter was a mere three years older certainly did not help.

Amberlyn Grey arrived a few minutes before six in the evening as Rebecca’s parents Mr. and Mrs. Benson got ready to leave for their evening out. The fourteen-year-old, raven-haired girl got rid of her chewing-gum as she stepped into the house.

“Good evening, Amberlyn dear,” said Mrs. Benson in a cheesy tone.

The girl smiled back, ignoring the glare she got from Rebecca sitting at the kitchen computer, twisting a curl of her flaming red hair with a finger.

“Hello, Mrs. Benson.”

“We’re just about ready to leave,” said the tall Mr. Benson, grabbing his coat. “Remember the rules?” he asked both girls.

“Yes, Daddy,” said Rebecca.

“Yes, Mr. Benson,” said Amberlyn. “Not a problem.”

The ‘rules’ were quite simple. Rebecca in bed by nine. Homework done before play. No running. No playing inside. No more than 15 minutes on the phone. No friends over.

Mr. and Mrs. Benson were not to be messed up with. They were firm believers in corporal punishment, which they applied liberally in form of long and painful spankings to the bare bottom of their daughter. Amberlyn was a generally well-behaved kid and had been hired by the Bensons only on a few occasions, but she felt that the same consequences Rebecca faced for her misbehavior somehow would apply to her as well. Not that she was willing to test that theory: herself the daughter of pro-spanking parents, Amberlyn knew well what it meant to have your behind burning and throbbing after a trip over her mother’s lap, or her father’s, or sometimes both.

“You won’t have me really in bed by nine, now, will you?” said Rebecca as soon as her parents were out the door.

Amberlyn rolled her eyes. “No… but nine-thirty is all you get.”

“Oh come on!” the preteen argued. “Last time it was ten and they didn’t find out.”

“Barely,” said Amberlyn, and her bottom tingled in nervousness beneath her knee-length navy blue skirt. “Listen, nine-thirty will do. Don’t give me a hard time or…”

“What? You’re going to spank me?” Rebecca asked defiantly.

“Possibly,” said Amberlyn.

She had not been given spanking rights over the kid, so she supposed she couldn’t do that, but once again she was not going to push her luck… as much as the thought of having high-and-mighty Rebecca Benson bare from the waist down and kicking up a storm across her lap as her buns were painted a deep red was amusing to Amberlyn.

“Bullshit,” said Rebecca, and she strode past her babysitter to her bedroom.

Amberlyn managed to catch the young girl’s pj-clad bottom with a feeble smack as she passed her by. Rebecca howled and threw even worse vocal injuries to her guardian. Shaking her head, Amberlyn just let herself into the living room and slumped down on the couch.

“Homework first, Rebecca!” she called out even as she took out her school notes and textbooks from the book bag.

“It’s Becky!” came the annoyed response.

“Sure, sure…”

Amberlyn soon immersed herself in her Biology assignment and forgot everything about ‘Becky.’ She was snapped back to reality just a few minutes later when a loud sound came from the gir’s room, the unmistakable drumming of a heavy-metal music video from the TV.

“I said homework first, Rebecca Benson!” Amberlyn yelled.

“Chill, I’m doing it!” Rebecca yelled back.

The teenager shook her head. How someone could study with such a mess was beyond her – that is, if Rebecca’s way of browsing through books and scribbling unintelligible notes on her worksheets could even be called ‘studying.’

Another few minutes went by with Amberlyn trying to focus despite the noise that surely was annoying her. Finally she gave up, though, grabbed the cordless phone and walked out of the house. The Bensons usually let her use the phone if the call was local and below 15 minutes, the same rules that applied to their daughter. Amberlyn wasn’t planning on talking for any longer than that anyway, even though it was hard to call it quits whenever it came to Brandon Levy.

Two years older and on the school’s basketball team, Brandon was Amberlyn’s boyfriend of four months. They seemed close, and she loved him, even though it was too early to say if it was something serious or not. But they sure enjoyed each other’s company.

“Hey there.”

“Hey babe,” came Brandon’s reply. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Babysitting the brat,” said Amberlyn.

“Ouch.”

“Yeah. Hey, at least it’s good money and we can go to the movies this Friday.”

“Sounds great…”

They talked for several more minutes, Amberlyn checking her watch every now and then to make sure she wouldn’t exceed the allotted time. She reluctantly said bye to Brandon sixteen minutes later, sighed, and went back inside. The music had turned off meanwhile. She walked to Rebecca’s bedroom and found it empty. She heard water run in the bathroom and figured the girl was going to take a bath.

“Rebecca?” she asked as she knocked on the bathroom door. “Need help?”

“What am I, a fucking child?” said the girl. “I’m takin’ a bath and I’m naked so you better not open that door, you get me?”

Amberlyn shook her head. Had she talked to anyone like that, her parents would stripe her bottom crimson, as, she knew, the Bensons would Rebecca’s – which was probably why the girl was so well-behaved in their presence, and instead let herself run wild with the young babysitter.

“If you say another bad word, I’m coming in there and beat the crap out of you with that bath brush, you understand?” said Amberlyn, upset and frustrated. She walked away before hearing Rebecca’s reply, but she figured it was not a flattering one.

A long time passed before the preteen walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and with a complicated hair-do she must have spent more than an hour making.

“It’s almost eight,” said Amberlyn, who had meanwhile managed to finish her homework and was watching TV. She wanted to call Brad again and vent, but she knew better.

“So?” said Rebecca as she got herself a glass of juice from the fridge.

“You done with homework, I assume?”

The young girl gulped down the juice, then snorted. “Yeah, right.”

“Rebecca!”

“It’s Becky, for God’s sake!” said Rebecca as she put down the glass. “What are you, a fucking retard…”

Amberlyn was shocked. She jumped up from the couch, strode to where Rebecca was, and planted two hard smacks to the seat of her towel.

“To your room, and get done with the stu…”

“OW! You bitch! I’m gonna tell!” And she stormed out of the room, slamming the bedroom door behind her.

Amberlyn clenched her fists tightly and counted to ten… then to twenty, and all the way to fifty before she managed to calm down some. The little girl could be a real handful, nothing new under the sun, but tonight she was particularly rambunctious and annoying.

Shaking her head yet again, Amberlyn got back to the couch and busied herself with TV for another while. Later on in the evening, she peeked in Rebecca’s room and saw the girl lying on her stomach on the bed with a text book, wearing underwear and a T-shirt, and she retired. What she didn’t see was the headphones hidden under Rebecca’s plentiful red hair, and the handheld video game system in her hand.

Shrugging her shoulders, Amberlyn went back to the living room. Suddenly no more in a TV mood, she threw caution to the wind, grabbed the phone again, and called Brandon. They weren’t really going to check on the bill, were they. She forgot all about the 15-minute rule as she called, nor as she spoke to her boyfriend again for a full half-an-hour. Then, seeing as it was close to 9:30, she hung up and decided to check on Rebecca again.

“Bedtime, Reb… Becky.”

The girl huffed and puffed, but slowly rolled over in bed. “Another half? I’m not sleepy, I won’t sleep anyway.”

“It’s already past your bedtime,” Amberlyn argued.

“So? Oh come onnn… please, Amber…” she pleaded with a sweet voice and a cute set of puppy-dog eyes.

The teenager shook her head at first, but then gave in with a sigh. “Alright. Have you done your homework?” she asked.

Rebecca nodded eagerly and showed her the text book where she had scribbled her typical untidy answers that made no sense at all.

“Alright,” said Amberlyn. “Up until ten, but then you go to bed or I’ll tell your folks, okay?”

“Tell us what, exactly?” spoke a deep male voice from the doorstep.

Both girls jumped up in shock and looked at the door, where Mr. and Mrs. Benson were standing.

“That our daughter is not in bed when she is supposed to,” said Mrs. Benson, “and that the phone was busy every time we tried to call to say we were going to come back early.”

“Uh… Mom, I…” Rebecca stuttered. “I can explain! It’s…”

Amberlyn just kept her head hung and sighed. “No, Mrs. Benson, it’s my fault. I was going to cut Rebecca some slack as she was, uh… well-behaved tonight…” The words tasted foul in her mouth, but she had to try and do something.

Mr. Benson shook his head. “I would not say so, judging by the state of the bathroom. There is water everywhere. Were you not taught to leave things as you find them, Rebecca Ann?”

“B-but, Daddy, I…”

“And were you not told to check on her, Amberlyn Marie?”

The fourteen-year-old gulped, as she knew that the use of her middle name couldn’t possibly mean anything good. Her hands instinctively reached back to cup the seat of her thin skirt.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Benson,” she said in a whisper. “Also about the phone… I… just lost track of time, and…”

She realized one second too late she’d confessed having used the phone. Maybe she might have blamed Rebecca for that, even though she figured the little girl was already in enough trouble as it was.

“I understand,” said Mrs. Benson.

Without another word she walked to her daughter’s back, sat down, and dragged Rebecca bodily across her lap.

“Mommy, no! Wait! Noooo spankings!! I’ll do homework and everythinggg!”

The child struggled and kicked but was no match for the woman. Amberlyn took a few steps back until she felt Mr. Benson’s hands on her shoulders stopping her, and she froze. In a daze she watched Mrs. Benson remove Rebecca’s panties with a swift tug, and then slap away with strength at the child’s very white and very bare bottom.

Spank! Whack! Crack! “Owwww! Mommy no no no nooo!!”

Rebecca kicked and cried as her mother set her nether regions ablaze. The woman pinned down the little girl effectively and spanked with full-armed swings that left the kid’s bottom shining bright red. The hard hand-spanking only lasted less than a minute… before Mrs. Benson reached over to Rebecca’s bedside table and picked up a large and sturdy plastic hairbrush.

The girl’s wails of protest went up several notches and Amberlyn saw and heard her start to cry at the sight of the implement.

“You may want to leave us and go take care of business,” Mrs. Benson told her husband. “Miss Rebecca, here, is in for a very long and very painful lesson delivered to her seat of learning.”

With that, she attacked the child’s bare bottom with a vengeance, making Rebecca scream and kick anew. Only a few hard smacks of the brush had fallen when Amberlyn, still dazed and confused by the rapidity and sternness of the spanking, was steered away and back into the living room by Mr. Benson.

“Mr. Benson, sir, I am extremely sorry for what happened, and…”

But she froze as she saw the man unbuckle the belt holding up his pants. It was a brown, worn, leather belt that must have been half an inch thick. It was big and scary, especially to someone who, like Amberlyn, had always been spanked by hand and hairbrush alone.

“You had clear rules, Amberlyn Marie Grey,” said the man calmly but firmly, “and you have broken several.”

“N-no, sir… p-please…” the teen stuttered as she took more steps back, shaking her head vehemently and again shielding her posterior.

Mr. Benson simply ignored her. “Rebecca was not in bed by nine; apparently she did not do her homework, either; and you have been on the phone much longer than fifteen minutes.”

Amberlyn hung her head and felt tears come to her eyes. In the other room, Rebecca still screamed bloody murder as her mother scolded her as fiercely as she spanked.

“I’m so sorry…” said Amberlyn. “I’ll pay for the phone… and…” But she couldn’t come up with ways to pay for her other misdeeds.

“You will pay with your behind, young lady,” said the man. “I am assuming you are spanked at home?”

The girl wanted to say no so badly, but figured this was not the time to lie, so she just nodded her head yes.

“Very well. Then you can count on a very red and sore behind by the time I’m done with you. Up with that skirt,” he ordered.

Amberlyn shook to the very bone with the command, but nonetheless started to comply. She turned around, facing the couch, and raised her navy blue, knee-length skirt to reveal aqua-blue cotton underwear that were much skimpier than what most parents want for their teenage daughters, at least if Mr. Benson’s disapproving groan was any indication.

“Since that… thing does not cover much anyway, you can keep it on,” he conceded, “but only if you take your spanking without a fuss, do you understand me?”

Amberlyn nodded, and a feeble “yes, sir” escaped her lips. She sobbed as Mr. Benson directed her across the arm of the couch, which was so high her bottom was jutted up high and only the tips of her toes touched the carpet. The girl clenched her teeth and her bum cheeks just as tightly as the first lash of the belt came down hard… CRACK!!

“Aieeee!!” Amberlyn’s hands reached back to grab her backside, and she almost jumped up and out of position. “Owwwww that hurrrts!” Especially without a warm-up spanking, it really did.

She had not imagined a belting to sting and burn so much at the same time – but her musings were cut short as the man took a step forward, pushed her back down, and this time tugged her underwear down to mid-thigh. Amberlyn was mortified knowing her bare butt was on display now, but that became the least of her worries as the belt came crashing down again and again.

“Owwww!! Noooo… no no ouch ouch! Noo-oowwwww! Pleasssssse!”

She would have jumped up again hadn’t it been for Mr. Benson’s hand pressing down on the small of her back. The man didn’t speak another word, just whipped the teen slowly, hard, and for a long time. Rebecca’s anguished howls from the other room ceased long before Amberlyn’s died down, and with the accumulating belt licks the girl was starting to get frantic, kicking, crying, sobbing heartily into the couch cushions, but nothing could attenuate the raging fire in her bum.

The belt came up and down and left angry-red stripes on her well-shaped teenage behind, punishing the fuller flesh of the cheeks as well as the very delicate sitting spots. A few lashes ended up to the thighs as well, overlapping Amberlyn’s panties here and there, and making the teen scream in absolute agony.

A few minutes, and before she even realized it, Mr. Benson had put his belt back on and was helping her to her feet. Amberlyn’s hands went to grab her scalded bottom cheeks as she cried out her repentance and remorse.

“I… I… I’m sorrrreeeee!” she cried. “Please, sir… p-please n’morrree…”

“You have been punished, Amberlyn,” said the man. “It’s over. Now I want you in the corner for fifteen minutes, then you can get dressed, gather your things, and collect your money. I am driving you home. Is that understood, young lady?”

The girl nodded immediately. “Yes, sir… I-I’m sorry, sir…”

“Good,” he said, and pointed her to the nearest corner. “And keep that skirt up.”

Now Amberlyn’s humiliation was complete, as she kept her red and welted bottom in full view to Mr. Benson and his wife, who was only just now walking into the living room.

“Think I’m needed in there?” the man asked his wife.

“I don’t think so,” Mrs. Benson replied, “but it’s up to you.”

Amberlyn wondered if Rebecca was in for a belting too. She had her answer just a few moments later when she heard the little girl cry all over again as her father whipped her. It only lasted for five or six licks, though, and Amberlyn figured it was just a reinforcement. It sure seemed to leave Rebecca very sore and sorry, though.

The rest of the night went by uneventfully for Amberlyn – that is, if having to stand half naked facing the room and listening to a lecture from the Bensons before being allowed to redress, riding a car home sitting on not-very-padded seats, and having to confront her own parents about the punishment can be considered ‘uneventful.’

Luckily for her, Amberlyn’s father decided another spanking was not necessary. The dark red marks on his daughter’s backside – that he inspected in the living room in front of her mother and siblings – seemed to convince him. Mrs. Grey still aimed a sound slap at her daughter’s nether cheeks as Amberlyn made her way to her bedroom, sniffling to herself.

Needless to say, she immediately called Brandon and stayed on the phone with him for another hour before going to bed.

– The End –

This story does not necessarily represent the author’s point of view about anything. It is simply a work of fiction. The characters herein portrayed are invented and do not resemble reality to the best of the author’s knowledge. This account is entirely fictitious. Any similarities to other persons, living or deceased, is purely coincidental.

This story is written for the sane amusement of adult readers. It does not intend harm and does not promote violence of any kind, including spanking. No offence is meant to any group, ethnicity or individuals.

The author does in no way endorse the non-consensual disciplinary spanking of actual children and/or teenagers.

Copyright © 2005 Haley Brimley. Contact for information and/or feedback.