RAINY DAY GAMES by Joe Whatever It was raining in Los Angeles. Our beach plans were obviously shot. Since Cindy, my 18-year-old niece, had won "best costume" last year, I foolishly agreed to let her put together my costume for this year's Halloween party. My second mistake was agreeing to get a "second opinion" from her crabby neighbor four blocks away. Cindy had done a remarkable job of transforming me from a CPA into a teenage bimbo. But I hated trading in my crisp business suit for short-shorts, a pony tail, and a midriff-baring t-shirt. Mr. Johnson glared at me as he led me into his kitchen. "Your mother called and told me that you're the one who egged my house," he said, angrily. "She's the one who suggested the punishment you're about to receive." My mouth flew open as he pulled me over his knee and the first flurry of spanks exploded across my shorts. I tried to wiggle off his lap, expostulating. "But you don't understand. I didn't do it. Cindy's not my mom; I'm Cindy's aunt." "Your mother warned me you'd try to talk your way out of this with some crazy story," Mr. Johnson thundered. "Now you're REALLY going to get it!" I gasped as he picked up the hairbrush. "But I'm not really a teenager!" I cried. "I'm 27 years old!" "Your mother told me to escalate your punishment each time you fibbed," he said. "That lie will cost you your shorts, young lady." I tried to resist, but my shorts were soon tangled uselessly around my knees. "One more outburst, and I'll take down your panties," he threatened. I realized that arguing was making it worse, and I desperately tried to remain silent. But, as the hairbrush rained fire across my tender backside, I once again tried to explain.... "Okay, that's it...panties DOWN!" he roared. "Raise your hips...or I'll get my belt." My panties were thin, but my blazing bottom needed all the protection it could get. The shame and humiliation of a bare bottom paddling, particularly with the way I was kicking and wiggling, was too embarrassing to contemplate. But what choice did I have? Cindy had transformed me into a naughty teenager.... And it was time for that teen to be punished. I flinched as the hairbrush slowly tapped my underpants twice. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, and obediently arched my fanny into the air. I felt utterly humiliated as my underpants slowly slid down, down, down.... Cindy's revenge was complete. I now recalled the way Cindy had glared at me when I tried to convince her mom that a "a naughty girl is never too old for a bare bottom spanking." As I felt the hairbrush teasingly rub the cheeks of my naked fanny, I knew I was about to prove myself right. I clenched my teeth as Mr. Johnson raised the hairbrush high in the air. It was raining in Los Angeles. But I knew that, even so, Cindy was smiling. Edited by C. Lakewood