Bonnie captured!

Bonnie was being subject to the most fiendish **** imaginable!

First, she'd been made to walk stark naked through the busy streets of Greenvalley, handcuffed and sweating, while Officer Samantha steered her past interesting tourist destinations and slapped her bottom every time she walked too fast. She'd assumed she was being taken back to the police station, but instead Samantha had marched her up into the forested suburbs surrounding the town.

"You're coming home with me," she explained.

"What? That's not how being arrested works."

"It is when you're a Pinkwhistle girl," said Samantha, and dragged her inside the front door of a nice expensive-looking house, with a front yard and a white picket fence. She brought her up the stairs and pushed her down on a big double bed. Then she tossed Bonnie a pair of hot pink lycra shorts.

"Put these on," she ordered.

"Why?"

"Why? Because I like seeing you smug Pinkwhistle girls in nothing but your tiny little spanky pants. That's why."

"That's weird! You're weird!"

"I am not weird, you insolent little bitch! Spanky pants! Now!"

Bonnie refused, so Samantha rolled her over and smacked her ten times very hard on the bottom. Bonnie agreed, so Samantha smacked her ten more times, until Bonnie agreed louder. Then, Bonnie put the spanky pants on, and Samantha tied her to the bedposts, face-up and spread-eagled

"They're too small," Bonnie complained. She was a fetching sight, dishevelled red curls strewn across the white pillow, the freckled slopes of her surprisingly large soft pink-nippled breasts on display for Samantha's entertainment.

"They're supposed to be too small." Samantha giggled. "Tight, aren't they? Are they squeezing you? Are they hugging your curves? Does it feel... good?"

"You're a pervert! This is pervert talk!"

"I'm not a pervert, you smug little Pinkwhistle spanky pants slut! It's perfectly normal to be obsessed with spanky pants! They're very sexy! Just because I may have experienced a little spanky-pants related drama during high school..."

"Oh my god! That was you! I totally recognise you now! You're the cheer captain! From the Night of the Spanky Pants!"

"Um," said Samantha. "You must be thinking of someone else."

"We made you take your spanky pants off in front of the whole school! It was hilarious! Everyone still talks about how stupid you looked and how embarrassed you were. I've probably watched the video a thousand times."

"Nope, totally a different person."

"And you're still completely fixated on spanky pants! That's hilarious. I mean, I assumed you just watched the movie Bring It On too many times, but this is way funnier."

"Fine," said Samantha, sourly. "You got me. Pinkwhistle tricked me into taking off my spanky pants in front of the entire school. I was totally humiliated, and that's why I now like to kidnap Pinkwhistle girls, make them wear spanky pants and totally humiliate them."

"Hah! I knew it! I... wait."

"And do you remember how you tricked me into taking off my spanky pants?"

"Um... itching powder?"

"Correct." Samantha smiled, a little nastily. "It took me ages to track down the exact brand you used. Peruvian Extra Spicy, right? Used for initiation rituals by extra-hot lady Indians in the Amazon jungle."

"I don't know. That sounds a little made up, to be honest."

"Do you know how indescribably squirmy and awful it feels to wear a pair of spanky pants that are just a little too small, full of Peruvian Extra Spicy itching powder? It's like a hundred little pixies with scrubbing brushes all going to work on your pussy, while a thousand tiny fairies with electric wands zap your butt."

"What?"

"It's really hard to describe," said Samantha, a little defensively. "That's why I said it's indescribable. Anyway, I don't need to describe it. You're about to find out first hand."

"What do you mean... EEK! EEEEK! IT TICKLES! MAKE IT STOP!"

"Ha ha! No!"