Cyber Tattletale

Cyber Tattletale

Elaine switched off the light and settled down into her computer chair. The blonde haired, blue eyed, fifteen-year-old girl was clad only in a nightie and panties. The room was small, but it was filled with her stuff and it was all hers. At mom and dad’s she’d had to share with her two baby sisters, but here at Tina’s her older sister, Elaine had a good deal more privacy… and freedom.

Two years ago, Tina had moved out of her parent’s home just before beginning classes at the local college. The apartment was just across the street from campus, but halfway across town from her parent’s place, but Tina still made time to see her family as much as she could. Two weeks ago, after Elaine had gotten quite frustrated with her younger siblings, Tina had suggested to their parents that Elaine move in with her. The fifteen year old wouldn’t really be moving out after all and it could ease the pressure on the parents. After a great deal of deliberation and rule setting, mom and dad had agreed.

That was how Elaine now found herself in front of her own computer in her own room with internet access independent of the regular phone line and of her sister’s internet access. It was Friday night, no class tomorrow so Elaine was planning on staying up all night surfing the web. There were a few sights in particular she wanted to hit tonight.

Elaine’s attention was focused completely upon the computer screen as her fingers flashed over the keyboard. The web address was typed in and the girl waited for the page to load. It was the sign in page to a chat room, a chat room frequented by people that shared her interest in spanking. Ever since Elaine was a child she’d be fascinated with the subject, the embarrassment, the anticipation, the actual spanking and the feelings provoked afterwards.

The page finally finished loading and Elaine typed in her handle. lilelaine. A few moments later she was reading the silly, somewhat confusing and often blunt comments of the chat room’s participants. Almost immediately she was hit with three requests for a private conversation.

Daddy-Spnk: u busy? chat?

Vegas_Spanker: hi elaine, are you a spankee?

ProfessorStrap: you’ve been a naughty girl, miss.

Elaine rolled her eyes at the annoying short hand of Daddy-Spnk, and snorted at ProfessorStrap’s supposition that she was naughty, but Vegas_Spanker seemed intelligent and nice enough so far.

lilelaine: yes I am, Vegas. how’s it going?

Vegas_Spanker: not bad, you?

As Elaine chatted with Vegas (27/M/NV) the conversation began to seem more like a real life occurrence rather than typed messages. She began to imagine herself in a café talking with Vegas over a cup of coffee.

“So,” Vegas said, raising one eyebrow a bit, “What got you into spanking?”

“Dunno,” replied Elaine, “just always have been.”

Vegas nodded sagely, “Me as well. So, what are you interested in?”

Elaine quirked a smile, “You mean aside from spanking?” Vegas merely chuckled. “I like role playing scenes,” the girl continued, “I’ve never been spanked in real life… well, not since I was a kid anyway.”

“So, your parents spanked you?”

“Yeah, usually mom.”

“How did she do it?”

Elaine grinned. This was the part about chatting that she liked most, talking about how she’d been spanked as a kid. “Over the knee, usually bare bottomed, with her hand.”

“Care to tell me about the last time you got spanked?”

“Sure,” Elaine nodded, “I was about thirteen, and had brought home a pretty bad report card. So my parents grounded me.” Elaine chuckled ruefully. “I… threw a fit. Mom said I wasn’t too old for a spanking, but that didn’t slow me down. After not too much longer she grabbed my arm and hauled me to the couch.”

“Oh, Elaine, you naughty girl,” Vegas winked.

Elaine blushed a bit but continued. “She pulled me over her lap, and unfortunately for me I’d been wearing a dress. She pulled it up and I started kicking and yelling. She’d got my thighs bared at that point and slapped them several times telling me to hold still.”

Elaine’s bottom began tingling at the memory. “Then she had my dress all the way up and pulled my panties down and started spanking. That was probably one of the longest I ever got. Had to sleep on my stomach that night.”

“So the last time you were spanked was at thirteen? Poor girl, never been spanked as an adult.” Vegas smiled. “I’d be happy to take care of that for you.”

Elaine smiled in response, “You’re too far away, unfortunately. I have been threatened a few times recently though.”

“Oh? By who? When?”

“My sister, just today.”

Vegas smirked. “Right, you expect me to believe that?”

Elaine just shrugged.

“Alright… so, what’s the situation, you think your sister might actually spank you?”

“It’s happened before, but I was younger then. See, I live with her in her apartment, to crowded at home so mom and dad said I could live here.”

Vegas nodded. “And now she has permission to spank you?”

“Well… not permission per say, but I think if I pushed it, she would.”

“How old are you, Elaine? I mean really, if you’re nineteen or something and really afraid your sister might spank you, this story of yours really doesn’t fly.”

Usually when asked her age, Elaine would lie. No one wanted to chat with a fifteen year old girl on a site where one was supposed to be at least eighteen. But for some reason she wanted this guy to believe her.

“I’m fifteen.”

Vegas chuckled. “Well then, young lady, you really shouldn’t be in this chat room, now should you? A bit young eh?”

“I’m curious, where else am I supposed to go to talk to people with the same interest?”

“Elaine, what color of underwear are you wearing?”

“What?” the girl had been completely thrown off guard by the question.

“Just out of curiosity,” responded Vegas, something of a mischievous grin on his face.

Why not? Thought the girl, It’s not like it really matters, I’ll never see this guy in person. “Black,” she answered.

“Ah, I didn’t know little girls wore such panties.”

“I’m not a little girl,” returned Elaine a bit petulantly.

“Ya know, Elaine, it sounds to me like you could really use a good spanking. Do you think your sister would spank you if she knew you were here?”

Elaine thought for a moment. “Yeah, I think she might. Not that she’ll ever find out.”

“Oh, I’d not be so sure about that if I were you.”

Someone cleared their throat behind Elaine and the girl jumped out of her chair and spun around. There stood Tina, clad in shorts and a t-shirt. The imagined café faded around her and Vegas went back to being simply a screen name.

“Spanking Chat?” Tina read from Elaine’s computer screen. “What do you think you’re doing Elaine?”

“Uh…” The girl could think of no response.

“Visiting dirty websites…” Tina clucked her tongue. “You pushed me pretty far today Elaine, and now this? I think you definitely need that spanking I threatened earlier.”

Before the statement had registered upon the girl, Elaine found herself over her older sister’s knees, her nightie falling to bunch up around her armpits.

“What do you know,” Tina muttered, “Black panties.”