Heather's Thanksgiving Disaster

Heather froze as soon as she walked around the corner, for a brief second that felt like serious minutes, then screamed for a split second and ducked back out of his sight.

Why was he here? Why was anyone here?

Of course it was to humiliate her. Heather rolled her eyes at the realization and pulled at her own face. Daryn, the most gorgeous boytoy a girl could pray for, just saw her naked and heard everything her sister said just moments ago. Her ass was already aching. Her hands darted to it, switching one arm over her chest, and just holding her ass out of fear. She hated how vulnerable her ass was and her mind was engulfed by her skin.

"Heather, come get spanked." Annie chirped just after Heather came to terms, to cry. Heather was unable to walk into view despite knowing she would be punished more for it. Tears were streaming down her face and the pain hadn't even started yet, besides the intense of ache of humiliation coursing through her red face as contemplated Daryn's presence, hearing Annie to speak openly and plainly. About Heather's big bare butt, which brought shivery sensation, reflexively twerking in memory of spanks that were soon to be replicated.

She saw Annie turn the corner and approach.

"Please Annie no-" It was no use. Her younger sister grabbed her ear and carried her forward. Heather stumbled with her head waving wherever Annie wanted it. She was crouched forward sideways as her ear was pinched by her sister's hip, only able to look sideways at the man neighbor she had often been caught doodling pictures of with hearts for eyes. He was able to take in the full view of her weak, flailing body.

Making Heather cry wasn't difficult and Annie had gotten very good at it, but this was a particularly harsh embarrassment. If pressed, she could recall more humiliating times in her life, but that was of no comfort when she was bowed pathetically naked and in tears, unable to even move her own face freely while her (not so) secret crush could see her anyway he pleased.

She wasn't exactly flat chested but her tits were small perked down sideways towards her ribs when she stood, though they only flabbed midair by her younger sister's thigh. She also had a wide but rather flat belly, with just some baby fat, giving her an appearance of being fat when she looked at herself in the mirror and making her feel like a goblin in front of the prince charming she had spent the previous night dreaming of.

Her ass was twitching every sort of way, tensing up, flexing and dodging, as Heather's sensory was focused entirely on how vulnerable her ass felt in the open air.

He took in the sight of her rather unappealing but also not hideous form, thinking that she could have been so cute if a dozen things about her were just slightly better.

A phone rang, causing Heather to look up at Daryn, who pulled his cell from his pocket and began talking to his girlfriend, June. Instantly, Heather recognized her voice.

"Hey Baby where are you?"

"Almost there, you can see me walking up if you look out now. Don't start without me!" June spoke from the phone in her boyfriend's hand. He walked to the window and Annie followed, spanking Heather twice as she walked her into view of anyone glancing towards the trio.

Lo and Behold, the most beautiful lady ever was strolling to their door. Minutes passed, Daryn's casual sipping punctuated by Heather getting an occasional spank, then there was a knocking.

Annie walked Heather up to the door. An especially hefty spank followed by the command "OPEN IT." behooved the brat to greet her rival.

"OW! Yes ma'am!" Heather hated how she now reflexively would obey her sister and speak to her with words of admiration.

"Whoa, naughty girl you are." June teased Heather.

"Aww don't cry, if you just stop aren't a brat, you won't get anymore spankings." Annie added then immediately spanked Heather, who hated being teased and seen this way. "Show her your butt."

Heather cried up at the ceiling as she turned around to show bright handprints on her butt.

"Wow, you gave her a spanking! She's had it coming for a long while I hear."

"Well I spank her frequently and it only keeps her from being bad. Sometimes she needs a harsher spanking than the few love taps I gave her." Annie went on talking to her friend's girlfriend about how she spanked Heather, and Heather always cringed at hearing her family casually speak about spanking her.