Blue Knickers, A Spanking Short by Rodney C. Johnson

 
Part 1. Dance
The Night Away
     
    [Alicia Buckingham, Age: 19]
    The mobile thrummed away in her purse, yet
Alicia ignored it, being that she was much too busy chatting up a
delicious stud of a guy. Little did she notice it had already
gotten to be fifteen minutes past her eleven o’clock weekday
curfew.
    Instead the brunette, her full breasts taut,
buxom beneath a snug, black long sleeved top, cut in such a way as
to reveal just the correct amount of cleavage, pushed against the
boy, who cupped one of her nicely contoured denim concealed
buttocks.
    Alicia whispered into the boys ear, and then
walked with him, hand in hand onto the dance floor, her spike
heeled boots clacked with each stride of her long legs. Naughtily,
Alicia was quite conscious of the fact that her powder blue
knickers waistband peeped out from under the fitted jeans while she
writhed on the dance floor to the pounding music's steady beat. Her
guy even gave the elastic a teasing snap.
    The song came to an end, and Alicia moved
back toward the table, where she could no longer disregard the
sound of her ringing mobile phone, which almost caused her small
purse to pulsate off the tabletop. Seeing the digits, Alicia
gasped, and quickly took the call. “Mum...” The response from her
irate mother made it rather clear to Alicia she was in trouble.
“Yes I'm sorry I'm late.” Lateness however wasn't Alicia's mum's
only concern. “Oh my God!” Said Alicia after her mum explained why
she had been calling all night. “I completely forgot. Mrs., and Mr.
Ashdown aren't too upset are they?” Like that matted, given her mum
seemed downright outraged, a fact which would end up costing Alicia
a great deal of soreness.
    Alicia gazed around the club; bit her lower
lip, nervous, when she noticed everyone had begun to listen as her
mum frothed at her from over the phone. “I'm sorry – “ She pleaded,
almost tearing up. “OK Mum, I'll be home! No come on...” She
implored. “Please don't do that...” Alicia flushed, the delicious
guy who only moments before she had been rubbing against on the
dance floor overheard a good amount of what her mother planned for
her at home. “Alright – I know.” Stomping her heeled boot she said.
“Whatever, I was going to get caned for being late anyhow.” And
with that she hung up, grabbed her stuff to leave the club. Things
were already bad enough, no sense being even more late for her
engagement with the cane.
     
     
     
     

Part 2. Car
Trouble
     
    Alicia slammed her fist down on the steering
wheel, huffed, let out a low whimper as she pulled the sputtering
blue Vauxhall Astra off the road. “Bloody hell!” She screamed.
Outside rain cascaded off the Astra's windshield, which served only
to add more to her dreary mood.
    Of course, right at the moment, her mobile
went off. “FUCK!”
    Calming herself as best as she could, Alicia
answered her phone. “Hi mum,” she said sweetly. “Yes I know I'm not
home yet. No I will be, there's something wrong with the car. I
don't know, sounds like the engine.” Alicia didn't like the news
her mum just told her. “No! Do they really need to be there?
Please, can't this wait till tomorrow?” Alicia realized no matter
what, her mother was not about to be reasonable about all this.
Sure, she screwed up, blew off a babysitting appointment to go
club, technically she had forgotten in her haste to go to the
nightclub with her friends just after work that she'd been
scheduled to babysit, but really, did that thoughtless mistake call
for such drastic punishment?
    Her mum had requested Daniel, and Lisa
Ashdown come to their flat so they could witness her being
punished. It simply was too much humiliation! Of course, that was
meant to be the point. Alicia had not fulfilled her responsibility,
and her mum wanted to be sure such a stupid mistake would ever
happen again.
    Now, with the car breaking down, Alicia's
mother had become convinced that her irresponsible daughter was
doing all