Andy's Embarrassing Over-the-Knee Spanking

[Tenacious]

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[Brett]

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[Blondie]

Chapter 13: The Struggle

When Mia finished up with the shaming of Vicky and Jimmy, her eyes turned to the boy in the humiliating girls' swimsuit. The crowd, which had been steadily gathering, followed her gaze as one until it settled squarely on a crimson-faced Andy. Andy—who had no doubt been relieved to see the spotlight move elsewhere—twiddled with the swimsuit bottom, fidgeting as he squirmed beneath the renewed attention. I was thoroughly enjoying his discomfort, and I suspect I wasn’t alone; the sight of Andy, blushing furiously in that ridiculous swimsuit, is an image that will be permanently etched in my memory, and one that never fails to make me smile.

Mia continued to stare at Andy. I could almost see the wheels turning as she considered her next move. Her thoughts were interrupted by a seventh-grade girl at the front of the pack.

“Why is he dressed like that?” she asked, her voice carrying.

Mia smiled, and so did I. We knew that any verbal exchange with the other students only added to Andy's embarrassment.

"He's being punished," explained Mia. “Miss Prescott wants him as embarrassed as possible.” She tilted her head, studying him. “I’d say it’s working. Just look at how red his face is.”

Naturally, everyone did. Andy’s blush deepened instantly, as if on cue. It was delicious.

"Doesn't he have pretty legs?" asked Mia, raising her voice somewhat so everyone could hear.

Andy visibly winced. He hated remarks about his legs—something Mia knew perfectly well. And just like that, every eye dropped to his long, slender, hairless legs.

"Yes, he does!" agreed the seventh grader. "They're kind of girly. Like his swimsuit."

Everyone laughed, and Andy somehow managed to turn an even deeper shade of crimson.

"Why is he being punished? What did he do?" asked the curious seventh grader.

Mia didn't hesitate. "He lifted up Andrea's skirt," she said, motioning to me with her hand. 'With a back-scratcher."

Several gasps and a couple of giggles emanated from the crowd. I actually blushed, even though I was a willing "victim."

"Did he really?" asked the seventh grader. After a pause, she looked at Andy and said, "He deserves to be punished."

"He does," agreed Mia, smiling at Andy's blushing face. "And it's going to get better... or I guess worse, from Andy's standpoint. When we get back inside, Miss Prescott is going to spank him."

"Seriously?" responded the wide-eyed seventh grader. She was partially drowned out by the raucous reaction from the crowd.

"Yep," confirmed Mia. "She's going to take him over her knees and spank him like a little boy."

"Oh, my goodness!" exclaimed the girl. "I wish I could be there. After a pause, she looked down at Andy's bathing suit bottom and asked, "Will she pull those down and spank him on his bare bottom?"

"One can only hope," replied Mia with a toothy grin. Everyone laughed, while Andy squirmed ever so uncomfortably.

"I know what!" Mia suddenly announced. "Let's play a game."

Andy’s squirming intensified; he clearly understood that whatever game Mia had in mind would undoubtedly involve him.

“A wheelbarrow race,” she declared, while eyeing her three hapless subjects. "Anyone wearing bunny ears gets to be the wheelbarrow." Then she turned to the entertained audience. "Can I get three volunteers to push the wheelbarrows?"

I couldn't resist. "I'll take Andy," I said without hesitation.

Two girls asserted themselves and jumped forward. "I'll take the boy in the girls' uniform!" said one excitedly.

"I'll take the... the girl in the boys' uniform," laughed the other.

"Excellent!" Mia grinned. “All right—we’ll start right here,” she said, pointing to a painted line at her feet. Then she gestured toward a utility shed some fifty yards away. “First one to reach that shack wins.”

She paused, considering, then said, “There should be some incentive. Let’s see… yes. The winning wheelbarrow gets to take off their bunny ears for the rest of the recess."

I moved in behind Andy as the other two girls closed in on Jimmy and Vicky. Vicky, already defeated, dropped to all fours without a word. Jimmy hesitated, glancing around as if hoping for a reprieve—but Andy was something else entirely.

"On the ground, my little brother," I directed.

“I don’t want to play that game,” he replied, planting his feet and folding his arms across his chest in open defiance. "I won't."

Mia just shook her head and smiled. She knew that ultimately she would get Andy to submit. Turning her attention to Jimmy, she said, “You know, I think you’d look adorable in Andy’s pretty swimsuit. Maybe I’ll let you try it on.”

That suggestion generated an immediate reaction from both of the boys. Jimmy simply dropped to all fours. Andy had a look on his face of open-mouthed horror, but for the moment he remained standing, clearly weighing his options—such as they were. Then, with a defeated sigh, he relented, slowly lowering himself to his hands and knees.

“That’s better,” Mia said with a pleased smile. “Let the games begin!”

I eagerly grabbed Andy by his bare ankles and lifted, while the other two girls did likewise with Jimmy and Vicky, lining us up with our blushing wheelbarrows.

"I'll tell you when to start," Mia said. "And you'll need to keep your heads up so your bunny ears don't fall off. If they do, there will be consequences."

A buzz of excitement filled the air. All eyes were on the six of us, but I had the feeling that most of them were on the boy in the two-piece swimsuit.

"Readyyyyyy, go!" shouted Mia. She laughed as we lurched forward. “And remember—if you win, I’ll let you lose the bunny ears.”

Spoiler alert: There was no winner—but there was one indisputable loser.

Squeals of delight rang throughout as the three human wheelbarrows churned their arms in earnest. In the early going, Andy surged ahead, with Vicky a close second. Jimmy lagged behind—not for lack of effort, but because he kept reaching behind him to tug down the skirt he was wearing. It rode up relentlessly, flashing his red briefs to the crowd, which only added to their merriment.

It didn't surprise me that Andy was in the lead. He has always been athletic, and he was clearly motivated. Motivated or not, I had already decided that I wasn't going to let him win. I enjoyed the fact that he hated those bunny ears, so I was more than willing to slow him down if I had to.

But my intervention would prove to be unnecessary, thanks to the irrepressible Mia.

It was at about the halfway point that she completely changed the complexion of the wheelbarrow race. Grinning wickedly, she trotted at Andy's side for a spell before reaching down, taking hold of the swimsuit bottoms, and yanking them down below his knees.

"Noooo!" screamed Andy as his arms came to a screeching halt.

He twisted awkwardly, trying to reach back to pull them back up, but I maintained a purposeful clutch on his ankles and kept them firmly elevated, leaving him flailing and helpless.

Up ahead, the other contestants slowed, then stopped altogether. When the girls pushing them turned and saw the source of the uproar, their priorities shifted instantly. Apparently much more interested in Andy's plight than the outcome of the race, they released their holds and hurried back toward the spectacle. The wheelbarrow race was over.

Andy’s predicament, however, was only just beginning.

While I steadfastly held his ankles up, Andy flapped around like a fish out of water. He must have noticed that a few people were trying to peek underneath him, because he used one hand to cover his crotch, and the other to hold himself up.

"Turn him over!" squealed the highly enraptured Mia. "I want to see Little Andy!"

Having already thought of that, I said, "I would, but then he'll be able to pull up his swimsuit!"

"I'll fix that," responded Mia.

With that, she grabbed the bunched-up swimsuit and hauled it down to his ankles. It took a concerted effort for Mia and me to accomplish the task at hand, but we coordinated it flawlessly. While I clamped a hand around his left calf, Mia tugged the swimsuit free from his foot.

"No! Don't!" Andy shrieked, thrashing in panic.

“Relax,” Mia teased. “We’re almost done.”

Giggling freely, we repeated the maneuver on his right leg, making short work of it, and a moment later Mia was waiving the swimsuit overhead in celebration, eliciting delighted laughter from the onlookers.

Andy, now in full-blown panic mode, was more than I could handle. He kicked and flailed like a wild animal, managing to free himself from my grasp—which was perfectly fine, because the next few minutes promised pure entertainment.

Hell-bent on recovering his swimsuit, he lunged after Mia, with one hand pressed protectively over his crotch. She darted in circles, still twirling the prize above her head, but Andy was too fast for her. Just as he closed in, Mia flung the swimsuit to me. I caught it and ran in the opposite direction. Naturally, Andy spun on me instantly, giving chase. He was grunting and squealing, his bare buns jiggling with each step—much to the hilarity of the audience. When he got close, I tossed it right back to Mia.

Back and forth it went. Every close call, and every frantic lunge by the half-naked boy drew more laughter, turning Andy's desperate chase into the most amusing game of keep-away anyone had ever seen. I couldn’t stop laughing, and neither could anyone else.

At one point, as Andy tore after her, Mia called out, "I'll give it back if you let me see Little Andy!"

"No way! Give it back!" he shouted, red-faced and frantic.

"Not till I see Little Andy. Move your hands!" she shot back, laughing as she dodged him again.

Andy wasn't about to move his hands. He had done all he could to keep Mia from seeing what she'd been determined to see since Andy's ordeal began earlier that morning, and he wasn't about to surrender now.

Eventually, the keep-away game took a decisive turn. The chase had led to a grassy stretch that was still slick from the rain the night before. Andy had closed the gap yet again. Lunging for the swimsuit just as Mia twisted to toss it back to me, her foot slid out from under her. Andy's momentum carried into her, and they both went sprawling to the ground.

What followed was pure chaos. Andy made a grab for the swimsuit with one hand while the other stayed clamped in place, his priorities very clear. He fumbled and twisted, trying to reclaim the fabric without loosening his coverage of Little Andy for even a second.

Mia, flat on her back and laughing so hard she could barely breathe, refused to give it up. The two of them rolled and grappled in a hilarious struggle—Andy red-faced and desperate, Mia giggling uncontrollably as she tried, unsuccessfully, to fend him off, while the crowd lost it completely.

In the end, Andy managed to reclaim the swimsuit, mostly because Mia was laughing too hard to keep fighting. With a triumphant gasp, he yanked it free, clutched it to himself, and turned away from us, hauling it on with record-breaking speed.

The audience was howling, Mia was wiping tears from her eyes, and Andy stood there panting, utterly mortified.

Moments later, the bell rang, signaling the end of afternoon recess. I hated to see it end—but I’m delighted to say that what happened next, back in the classroom, somehow managed to outdo everything we’d just witnessed. I'm looking forward to telling you all about it next time around.

[Clashofstylecfnm]

Bravo! worth the wait, hope its not AS long between chapters lol

[notme222]

Great to see continuation. I love the way you bring out both the embarrassment of the victims and the joy of the perpetrators.

[Brett]

I think Mia should be the one to put his panties on whilst in the submissive position.

She has been patiently waiting to see little Andy.

[Blondie]

I think Mia should be the one to put his panties on whilst in the submissive position.

She has been patiently waiting to see little Andy.

Spoiler alert: I really like that idea. I haven't written it yet, but when you threw that out there (months ago, I believe) I've been leaning toward that scenario ever since.

Of course, one way or another, Mia is not to be denied.

[eredinstormborn]

This my favorite story on here! I can't wait for the next part. Any chance you have a rough eta?

[Blondie]

This my favorite story on here! I can't wait for the next part. Any chance you have a rough eta?

As always, other obligations get in the way of my writing, so I hesitate to make I promise I'm not sure I can keep. I do have a pretty good idea where this is going (that's not always the case with me), so that will help speed things up once I find some time.