Show Me Yours
1998, Paris Annette Morreau
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     After their sixth grade class was over for the day, Danny
and the 12-year-old he loved most in the world, the pretty,
blond, curly-haired, blue-eyed Marcy walked to Danny's house
together.  Marcy's mother had a meeting to attend and had asked
Danny's stepmother,Kelly, to keep an eye on her daughter.  Danny,
of course, was thrilled to have Marcy at his house and all to
himself.  Kelly greeted each of the kids with a hug and a kiss
and chocolate chip cookies still warm from the oven.

Danny and Marcy took the cookies up to Danny's room, where
they sat on his bed.  Danny openly stared at the pretty Marcy,
who was wearing a blue dress that touched the middle of her bare,
slender thighs and had a matching sash and large bow (that both
she Danny loved) tied at the back of her little waist.  She wore
blue ruffled socks and white patent leather shoes.  Her hair had
been swept back from the sides and tied into a blue ribbon on top
of her head. The rest of her long, shiny curly hair fell in loose
ringlets to the middle of her back.  She was also, to Danny's
immense delight, wearing a tiny bit of lip gloss in a pink so
pale it almost looked clear.  And today there was something new.
Her small pink earlobes had been pierced and each decorated with
a tiny pearl.  Each time she moved, Danny caught the light
fragrance of peach blossoms.

     Danny sat next to Marcy, making sure his arm touched her at
every opportunity he created.  He was describing a movie he
recently saw; an action film with a lot of fighting and
explosions.  Marcy frowned, shuddered, shook her head, and looked
away.  She told him that she didn't like those kinds of movies.
That she liked movies that showed people falling in love.  And
kissing.  She gave him a penetrating look.  She parted her glossy
pink lips and leaned forward.  Danny leaned toward her.  Marcy
moved a little closer.  Danny did the same.  Marcy put her hand
on Danny's shoulder and bent forward, lightly touching his lips
with hers.  She pulled away, smiling.  Danny was breathless,
amazed, speechless.  He put his arm around Marcy and pulled her
toward him, kissing her.  He darted his tongue into her mouth.
Marcy gasped and pulled away, shocked.  She pressed her lips
together.  She breathed heavily.  She looked at him for a long
moment and then she moved toward Danny again and kissed him.  She
tentatively and quickly flicked her tongue against his and pulled
away.  Her eyes were wide open.  Her heart was pounding.  She
smiled.  Danny's heart hammered, too and his erection threatened
to split the thick denim of his jeans. 

     Marcy told him that the man and woman in the movie she saw
had been naked. 

     "Have you ever seen a girl naked?" Marcy asked.

     Danny shook his head. 

     "I've never seen a naked boy, either." she told him, looking
directly into his big brown eyes.

     She stood up.  She took the sides of her dress in her hands
and swished them back and forth.  She lifted her dress an inch or
two and let it drop.  She lifted it again, a little higher this
time before letting go.  Danny saw all of her smooth bare thighs,
but not even a glimpse of her panties. 

     "Stand up, Danny." Marcy ordered.

     Danny stood. 

     "If you will take your pants down, I'll lift my dress and
show you my panties."

     Danny stood in front of Marcy, wanting desperately to see
her panties, but not wanting her to see the effect that desire
was having on him.  He hesitated.

     "They're bloo ooh." she sang.  "Just like my dress."  She
lifted her dress again, just enough to show her legs.  "And
they're really soft, like silk." she teased. 

     Danny unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.  He began tugging
them down at the same time that Marcy began lifting her dress.
By the time his plain, white cotton briefs were on display, Marcy
had lifted her dress all of the way up and Danny saw her pretty,
silky blue panties.  Panties that clung to her flat little tummy.
Panties that hugged her soft feminine swelling. 

     Marcy stared curiously at the protrusion in Danny's briefs. 

     "Let me see your bottom." Danny requested, his breath
ragged.

     Marcy looked up at him and smiled.  She turned slowly
around, making the moment seem endless.  Her chubby bottom
strained against the soft thin fabric of her panties.  She turned
her head around to look at Danny look at her bottom.  She pushed
her bottom out and giggled.  She wiggled it back and forth.
Danny was hyperventilating and near fainting.

     "Want me to take my panties down?  So you can see it bare?"
she asked. 

     Danny nodded, feeling dizzy.  Marcy's voice was as an echo.

     "You, too." she said, looking at the erection that now
touched the waistband of Danny's briefs. 

     Danny nodded.  Marcy slipped the fingers of both hands into
the waistband of her panties.  Danny grabbed the waistband of
his.

     And then Kelly walked in.
     Marcy let her dress drop and quickly turned around.  Danny
reached for his jeans.

     "Leave them right where they are, Danny." Kelly ordered.
"What are you two doing?" she asked.

     Both remained silent.

     "I want an answer and I want it now." Kelly insisted, her
voice low and firm. "Danny.  Tell me."

     Danny hung his head.  "We just wanted to see each other.
You know."

     "You wanted to see each other's bare bottoms?" Kelly asked.

     Danny nodded.  Kelly looked at the blushing Marcy, who also
nodded.

     "And so you shall."  Kelly sat down on the bed.  "You first,
Danny."  She took his arm and pulled him down over her bare
thighs.  She quickly pulled down his briefs.  "There it is,
Marcy.  Danny's bare bottom.  It's all nice and white." she said
while she stroked the soft, plump flesh.  Watch me spank him so
that you will know what you are in for."

     "No.  No, Kelly, you can't spank me!" Marcy protested.
"You're not my mother."

     "I'm responsible for you today, so I can spank you.  And if
I were your mother, what do you think I would do if I saw you
getting ready to pull your panties down and show your bare bottom
to a boy?" Kelly asked.  "Answer that."

     Marcy looked at the floor.  "She'd spank me."

     "Yes, I believe she would spank you.  Do you think she would
just use her hand?"

     "No." Marcy admitted. 

     "Well, that's all I'm going to use.  On both of you.  And
this one time, just this once, I won't tell your mother about
this.  If it ever happens again, though, I will tell her.  And
after I spank you, I am fairly certain she will spank you, too.
And not with just her hand.

     Kelly raised her hand and brought it down with a loud clap
onto Danny's round, white, pudgy bottom. He burst into tears.
Kelly quickly spanked again.  And again.  This was not the lazy-
style, lightly stinging spanking Danny usually got.  This one bit
and stung after each hearty smack.  The sting of one spank did
not end before the next one struck and soon Danny's bottom was
burning.  Kelly spanked all of each chubby cheek, up and down and
at the juncture of his thighs.  The smacks were rapid and hard,
stinging, then burning his flesh.  Danny kicked and howled,
pleaded and promised.  He had not wanted Marcy to see this.
Marcy stood transfixed at the sight of Danny's bare bottom,
shading from creamy white to pink to red.  The flesh jiggling,
his legs kicking and the part she had most wanted to see, peeking
out between his legs. 

     "Listen to me, both of you," Kelly demanded, Danny still
over her knees, though she had stopped spanking.  "The kind of
nudity you are interested in is not for children your age.  It is
for adults who understand it and are responsible for dealing with
the consequences."  Kelly pulled up Danny's briefs and helped him
off of her lap.  "Stand right there, Danny, and watch me spank
Marcy.  You'll see her bare bottom just as you had hoped to, but
not in the way you imagined."

     Danny stood up and rubbed his burning bottom through his
briefs.

     "Marcy.  Come here."  Kelly reached out and took Marcy's
hand.  She pulled her down over her lap.  Marcy's body was
trembling.  Kelly lifted the girl's pretty blue dress up to her
waist and put her arm over it to keep it in place.  She slipped
her fingers into the waistband of Marcy's silky blue panties and
pulled them down gently.  She looked up at Danny, who was still
rubbing his bottom.  His eyes were glued to Marcy's bare bottom,
his heart was pounding, his erection was back and in full bloom.
This, actually, was exactly how he had imagined seeing Marcy's
bottom.  Had dreamed about it.

     Kelly gently glided her hand over Marcy's plump white bottom
while she looked at Danny. 

     "You know, Marcy, you're lucky that you decided it would be
Danny who would see your bare bottom.  Another boy might have
taken advantage of you and hurt you.  My baby would never do
that.  Still, you have to learn that showing your naked body to a
boy at your age is not a good thing to do. Now, I'm going to
spank you just as hard as I spanked Danny.  Ready?"


     And Kelly spanked Marcy's plump white bottom just as quickly
and as bitingly as she did Danny's.  She spanked in the middle,
over the part that divided her bottom cheeks.  She spanked each
cheek individually, she spanked up and down and at Marcy's thighs
and up to the middle again. Marcy began crying as the sting
became a burn.  Kelly clapped her the palm of her hand against
Marcy's sore and tender flesh again and again.  She concentrated
on spanking just the dome of the girl's bottom until it shaded to
red and blazed against Marcy's skin.  And then Marcy kicked her
legs.  Kelly continued spanking and Marcy's legs began to kick.
Danny gave Kelly a quick glance and then stared at Marcy's
flailing legs. Kelly spanked her way down Marcy's bottom to the
tops of her thighs, spanking just in the middle.  Danny looked at
where Kelly was spanking.  Marcy's legs were kicking wildly. His
eyes opened wide at the view he never would have gotten if Marcy
had merely pulled her panties down for him.  Kelly spanked her
way up to the middle of Marcy's bottom and smacked a few more
times before stopping.  Marcy was sobbing.  Kelly stroked the
girl's hot bottom.

     "Now, Marcy, your spanking is all over.  I won't mention
this to your mother this time.  If you are ever tempted to show
your bottom to Danny or to any boy before you are an adult, I
want you to think about the spanking you got and the one you will
get when you are caught.  It will not be as gentle as the one I
just gave you," Kelly promised.  She pulled Marcy's panties up
and helped her off her lap. 

     "Lift your dress, sweetie," Kelly instructed.  Marcy looked
furtively at Danny and lifted her dress.  Her panties did not
quite cover all that they were supposed to.  The sight was not
lost on Danny.  Kelly took the waistband of the panties, pulled
it out and then up, affording Danny a quick view of the part of
Marcy he had hoped to see.  Kelly smoothed Marcy's dress down. 

     "Pull up your jeans, Danny darling," Kelly instructed her
son.  "And the two of you stand in that corner for the next half
hour and try to think about something other than the naked bodies
of boys and girls.  Kelly walked out of the room and closed the
door.  Try to think of something else, she smiled.  Just try.