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Bank 
by deirdre (1994)

***

An incident that takes place between pre-teen girls is 
repeated a few years later to disquieting effect. (fff, 
spanking-fetish)

***

We were just back from the beach, back when we were 
kids. Mom made us wait in the garage while she and Dad 
used the showers. She wanted our suits right away, 
though, so we stripped down. There we were, my sister 
Jill and I completely naked in the garage (yes, the door 
was closed). We were really too young to care too much. 

We started playing tag and soon it was the idea to smack 
the other's bottom. Yes, the garage had a back door with 
a window and I worried about it, but it was very 
unlikely that anyone would peek in. 

But there was a little tapping sound, and there was 
Susan, our next-door neighbor letting us know she was 
watching! She asked what was going on and we told her. 

Susan was a couple of years older than me, maybe 13 or 
14 at the time and I was a year older than Jill. 

Finally we unlocked the door and let her in. I guess we 
realized the garage was arranged so that we'd hear the 
door to the house open before anyone could see, because 
Susan finally decided to join our game! There was a 
corner she could get to quickly that was out of view of 
the door my Mom would be coming through. She left her 
clothes in that corner. 

And that was it, really. We played our tag for a while 
and Mom finally called us. Jill and I went and showered 
together, leaving Susan to dress and slip out the back. 
The only thing I remember is that Susan slapped harder 
than Jill and soon I was trying to slap harder. Oh, and 
I remember that Susan had breasts. It's hard to say why 
I liked the whole experience, but I remember being very 
happy about it and it remains a striking memory. 

But a few years later once I was over at Susan's, in her 
room talking and listening to music and somehow our 
discussion of our appearance brought up the memory of 
that game of tag. I told Susan I'd had a good look at 
her body and we laughed about it. 

"You're not embarrassed about that time, are you?" she 
asked. 

"We were just kids," I answered. 

"And I spanked your bare rear!" she said, giggling. 

"You got it too!" She didn't answer right away. 

"Did you... *like* it at all?" she finally asked. 

I guess I was alarmed. Did she mean seeing each other 
naked? I'd heard of lesbians. But I knew that Susan 
adored boys. I wasn't too sophisticated back then and 
didn't know what to make of her question. 

"Yea, It was fun!" I answered honestly and rather 
innocently despite my doubts. 

"Being spanked?" she asked. 

"It was part of the game," I answered. 

"Did you ever want to play it again?" she asked. 

"I *loved* it but it was one of those one-time-things. 
We're older now." 

"No one has to know," she said as if she were sharing a 
secret. "We could just try the spanks." 

I was amazed. I stared. She stood up and took off her 
top and shorts, then her bra and panties. She stood in 
front of me, naked. She smiled and did a pirouette. Then 
she turned around and wriggled her rear a little. I 
stared at her. "I'd better lay across your lap," she 
said. 

I was sitting on the side of the bed. She lay across my 
lap, her bare rear right there. 

"Do it," she said. 

"This is weird," I returned. 

"Come on, do it!" I patted her rear once. "Yes! Now 
harder!" Again, harder. "*Real hard*! Make your hand 
hurt!" I actually managed to spank her hard maybe four 
or five times. She stood up suddenly, rubbing her 
bottom. She looked at me and smiled. "Thanks!" she said. 

It was my turn. She just stood there rubbing her behind. 
I didn't move -- I was frozen. She still smiled. "I 
guess that's enough," she finally said and started 
getting dressed. Oddly enough I found that I felt 
disappointed at not getting my turn. 

That was years ago. I don't see Susan now but I ran into 
her recently -- I was waiting in the line at the bank 
and suddenly I realized that my rear had been bumped 
several times and it was probably someone's hand! 

I turned around and there was Susan! 

"Hello," she said and grinned. We talked normal "get up-
to-date" talk all the way through the line. We ended up 
getting tellers about the same time and she was standing 
there when I finished. She darted ahead of me opening 
the doors on the way out and between the doors, she 
looked over her shoulder at me and smiled as she 
wriggled her rear. And stopped ever so briefly, making 
me almost run into her. 

Outside she said we should get together, but we split up 
without my even knowing if she still had the same last 
name. 

END

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