Chapter 3: New Flag Girls

There were two exceptionally color guard team members which had been selected for a new feature. They would soon wave, whip and crack big red and white flags in the air. They would run down the sideline and into the end zone to create excitement up and down the green grassy field.

However, the reluctance for performing the new activity was overcome by a stimulus. In this case a dual-paddling would help each overcome any doubts or inner fears as they contemplated their fates as their rears were roasted a bright red. That concept spoke volumes about the ins and outs of ‘pain and pleasure.’

Two smart eighteen year-old girls would come to recognize what in practice they dearly needed in the end. Such self-awareness came with a price and that was a lasting burn imparted by a wooden implement whether you called it a hiney or a butt, a spanking with a paddle would definitely be no picnic.

First up, was the lace in the panty band wearing bitch whose bottom had already been introduced to the brush. Not like her past algebra teacher who had used her special red wooden paddle. Now, out of college and married, Lois Layne the reporter by trade gleefully alerted their former algebra teacher. So, several years later the paddle she had used which was the same damn one she had taken out of her math classroom middle desk drawer back in school.

It remained still as they both strangely fondly remembered it. Red made of wood and was ruler length with a thickness of an index finger. She had never forgotten the grim smile from the pretty brown-haired algebra teacher before she had received her paddling for talking and lack of attention.

All at their teachers request she gave the school girl in the front row the red ruler length wooden paddle. It was not heavy or hefty in the math teacher’s hand. She ran her small soft fingers over the smooth surface of the wood-back of the paddle. Then lifted the instrument that was about to punish each of the girls bare bottoms and her butt cheeks tensed involuntarily in her seat, As she imagined it being used against their bottoms. A period piece: The sub teacher’s required notes written in the girls own hand which stated she had received a paddling at school. This was a real gem because the girls were bound to be spanked again that night at home.

Juli told Gwyn green her four-door Ford didn’t have the trunk width necessary to carry the bundles of long tobacco sticks. The two pretty cheerleaders were going to move them from the A&P to the nearby school. There length was important as they would be re-purposed and combined with red and white fabric donated by Burlington Textile Mill. All, so a poor college could add flags by two of their cheerleaders. Flags they would proudly wave in the air and rotate around their hips. It was sure to be a real crowd pleaser and bring more fans, thus more dollars to the college’s coffers.

Juli’s contribution of the farm’s tobacco sticks had been enough for the blonde-haired snooty cheerleader to invite the brown-haired girl to join the squad. Soon the two would have ‘fun with flags.’ As an act of friendship Juli offered Gwyn a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before they transported the sticks. “I hate peanut butter!” The blonde exclaimed to the newest cheerleader. Juli put that in her memory banks to share with Bret, so it could be used, later with Donna and provide leverage with ‘miss goodie two-shoes!’ when it would make a difference.

What Juli needed and had a desperate need for was a fixer-up car. One located near her red brick home. In dire need of transportation since there was no bus that went by the farm to the college town. She needed a car that was both safe and reliable. However, due to her vanity it must also be presentable for her to put her butt in it and be seen by her peers at the college. An automobile she and her mechanically minded cousin could get running and road ready for no bucks on her part.

Juli’s bottom line was she needed a gas guzzler and since the country was smack, dab in a gas war the Mercury Marquis fit the bill. A Bondo special Juli picked up for a song. Poor and frustrated, she was determined to find a way. She was smart, this was a problem and there had to be a solution. With some encouragement Bret would stamp on the ASE certified sticker on the inner door that the state required for the silver Mercury Marquis to be road worthy.

The solution came to her. Juli and Bret, had a conversation where her cousin revealed his fantasy having to do with a specific body part possessed by a certain young school teacher. As a red-blooded male, he thought with his penis! In his case he had a raging desire to spank lady bottoms.

In a capricious move Juli suddenly squatted and dove across her cousin’s lap. Unceremoniously he gave her a buck and the late-teen landed hard on her butt.”What’s up you said you wanted to spank a lady!

“Not my cousin!”

“I’ll even pull down my shorts and panties and then you can spank me as hard as you can, if you will only fix this mess of a car I bought to drive to school. “I’m not interested in the least in seeing the flesh of my kin, much less paddling it.”

Juli decided a new tack was needed to achieve her objective. Bret had told her how it had been him secretly been inside the Uncle Sam suit and had managed to spank Gwyn with a paddle-like hand. She knew full well that he had a roaring crush on Gwyn.

“Bret, you’re smart and make art with your mechanical and body skills, Juli said.

“I can argue with you there, cousin, Bret answered as he puffed out his chest.

“Now look some of this is going to sound funny to you.” “Just keep an open mind.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Everyone knows you have a thing for Gwyn.”

“Yes, I do, hmm, especially her hiney!”

“And, her best friend Donna was suppose to be in the Uncle Sam suit. She really floats my boat!”

“Okay, so I will set Juli up for you to spank and in exchange you get Donna on board to paddle some heat into my cheeks. Deal?”

“Deal, Bret said in agreement.

A Plan Evolves:

“With a paddle, Juli asked.

“No, it has to look like their paddlings are happenstance.” Wait a minute, we could use the tobacco sticks Gwyn needs for our flags.”

“Brilliant, Juli. Donna is going to want something in return.

“What?”

“Your butt,” he said as he pointed to her pert butt.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh bugger,” Juli said and smiled and got a case of the vapors.

The farm hand dropped the tobacco sticks off in the back alley of the A&P. Juli had driven her silver Mercury Marquis behind the store near and parked by the rear entrance. She got out of the car and opened the large trunk. “You think this will fit?” *Gwyn asked from nearby... “Sure, just grab the other end of the bundle, scoot forward and we will lay them in the Marquis’ trunk.

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There was Gwyn with golden-blonde hair and Juli with light brown hair. Both had strands that touched their shoulders. Each, had athletic colt-like short legs and similarly stood around five foot, three.

The chance to get at a certain ‘hot-bot’ whom had long been on her radar insured quickly that Donna was on board. As for Gwyn, she and her hiney had been in fellow band member’s field of vision, especially her visible panty line across her bottom since the sixth grade. And, speaking of boards, tobacco sticks in two long bundles would add to the believability of why Juli would need help from Gwyn to carry and place the long stick bundles to be repurposed as post for the flags deep into the trunk.

A hard wind blew the heavy lid down across their lower torsos. The rust on the pins kept them inside the Marquis’ trunk. The cheerleader’s heads and backs were trapped in a state of bondage. The weight of a telephone ladder courtesy of Brad along with their lack of leverage to use their short legs and made the task impossible for the two eighteen year-olds. But, boy could they kick and buck.

They even managed to have their panties fly through the air. The twin cube- yardstick sized tobacco sticks targeted their rears hanging out side by side. The girls remained stuck half-way and half-way out in the large and deep Mercury Marquis trunk. Juli’s small pert butt was on the far side from Bret. He had told her when she had tried to win him over to fix the heap for cheap that he didn’t mess with ‘kin skin.’

So, he did the honors with Gwyn. He tore up the fleshier cheeks seen below the blue denim panties of his long felt heart throb with a vengeance. He used a Neanderthal slice stroke technique with no wrist-action. Before he finished he pulled her thin panties down to burn her hiney to cinders. Bret almost felt sorry for the poor thing!

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Meanwhile, Donna who stood to the side of Juli had a secret lesbian crush on chipmunk-cheeked brown-haired with the Gibson hair-do so when she took swings at the smaller, more rounded, pert butt a flick of wrist insured a burn in each stroke. Donna, also took a moment to address to further undress Juli and pulled her diaphanous panties down off her red butt. After that the swats felt like she was being branded on the spot.

Each, dear cheerleader bleated incoherently from the stuck trunk which spoke volumes for the effectiveness of both paddlings which left them both a blotchy red mess.

There were two distinct styles of giving a spanking, brawny vs. finesse. Bret whacked away like a Neanderthal, while Donna used physics to get the most out of the beating. However, in the end far too many female adult spankees failed to understand the spasms coming from their vaginas. A good, hard paddling given near the dear cheerleaders sex parts could be a good thing. Each learned they could hate to be spanked and still enjoy the aftermath.

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Juli told Gwyn to take the vinegar and she the oil and use the nozzle to work the ingredients in to work. Then they would switch decanters which had been handed through the crack left in the partially closed trunk. The idea was for each girl to use her arm closest to the trunk lid to squirt the hinges on her side.

Gwyn knew was her hiney was hot and Juli too could attest to the burn in her bottom. Plus their butts still hung out the rear of the car ... The rust in the hinges was the result of corrosion years of not being oiled. The importance of going at it slow and giving the vinegar and oil time to work their magic on the rust was stressed to her fellow cheerleader. The vinegar and oil did the job and the trunk lid completely opened allowing their escape position.

It was not until Gwyn and Juli were extricated from the trunk and standing again on their short legs, that the burn in their butts consumed them.

“Oh, my hiney,” Gwyn complained and rubbed her behind back and forth in a vigorous manner.

“My ass is burning up too,” Juli added with her rendition of comical rubbing, only in her case was in an up and down motion across her very red butt crack.

Juli took control of the ‘sting!’ For the farce to work it was up to her to convince Gwyn that Bret was the man and master for her. However, unknown to her it was Donna who recognized the chipmunk-like cheeks and lowered head that yelled, submissive and took Juli in hand.

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Bret and Donna left their behinds flagging in the wind. However, each in turn did have the decency to pull up their blue jean short-panties over their still-swelling cherry red bottoms. There was air from the wind getting in the trunk, so there was no chance of either Gwyn or Juli passing out.

The task took a little time, in a few minutes, together Gwyn and Juli managed to free them from inside the Mercury Marquis trunk. The light tan van with Carolina Telephone on its door in orange blocked any view of the back alley from the north. The A&P tractor trailer with the driver inside conveniently blocked the sight line from the south.