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Spankings in Zombieland - Chapter 3

  Grease-Monkey A sunbeam pours through a moth-hole in the tent, landing a teardrop of light just below her chin. As the sun rises, the ray moves up her face, tracing the delicate curve of her jaw, and finally reaching her eye. Her eyelid twitches, and then snaps open. GM is awake. The beam of sunlight responsible is subjected to a torrent of curses, some of which are so vile and unmentionable as to defy imagining. In spite of her outburst, GM’s tent-mate, Juno, remains fast asleep.   GM turns to her and can’t help but laugh. Juno is contorted with her face pressed into the pillow and her still-sore bottom lifted in the air. She’s unzipped the mouth of the bedroll so her hindquarters can poke out, but she’s drawn her knees to her chest and put her shoulders to the ground so as to cover as much of herself as she can while still allowing a cool draught to waft over her hot tushy. It’s not a very dignified position, and GM can see perhaps more of Juno than she wanted to this early in the
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Spankings in Zombieland - Chapter 2

Froggy Later that night, Froggy returns the strap to her knapsack as GM, who had been watching silently from a nearby tree, takes on the task of comforting poor Juno, whose bottom is as red as a summer tomato as she tries to find a comfortable position in their sleeping bag. Froggy can hear her sniffling and whining, but she can’t make out the words. She hears GM’s response and marks, with satisfaction, that her tone is not at all sympathetic. She can’t make out the words either, but from the sound of it, she guesses that it was probably something along the lines of, “Oh, suck it up.” Deep down, Juno knows that the spanking was for her own good. Froggy is sure of that much: for all of her complaining, Juno had been practically pulling off her pants already the minute she returned to camp. She knows the rules. All of them do, which is why the rules work. Froggy has been de facto leader of the Doomsbury Squad ever since she found GM and Bobbi-Rossi siphoning gas from her pick-up truck. T
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Spankings in Zombieland - Chapter 1

Juno Juno wraps the gauze once, twice, then three times around the wound.   God, I hate basements, she thinks to herself, tearing the bandage with her teeth and pressing it in place. She thinks she might actually see better if she closes her eyes, here. Of course, most places are this dark at night, ever since the Collapse. At 19, Juno is just barely old enough to remember when she could flick a switch and this entire hallway would be flooded with fluorescents light. Every nook and cranny suddenly, immediately visible, the long bare bulbs reflecting off the tile. It was a creepy school basement then, too, but now… Now there’s a different type of dark. A dark that lasts. I fucking hate basements, she thinks again before slamming shut the locker door she just accidentally shouldered into. The metal clang is the only sound she’s heard aside from her breathing since she came down here, and now the silence is weightier than before. Her breathing seems louder, more insistant. She’s sucking h
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