The return of Captain Spanky Pants

It was the next day.

A white van pulled up in Pinkwhistle, on Main Street, in the dead center of town. Hundreds of people were out and about, seeing the sights, taking the air. They included stern math teacher Ruby Chow, buxom blonde mayor Peggy Jackson and tough but curvy sheriff Nina Reyes, all alumni of Pinkwhistle High School, like many of the people in the town.

Hundreds of heads were there to turn as the van doors swung open, and a woman was pushed out onto Main Street. The woman, a full-figured African-American police officer by the name of Samantha Suzuki, stumbled out onto the grass, looking panicked. Ruby was the first to point.

"Hey!" she said. "That's Samantha Smith!"

"Actually, it's Samantha Suzuki now," said Peggy. "She got married."

"Whatever! The point is, it's the cheer captain from the Night of the Spanky Pants!"

"Oh, yeah! Ha ha ha! Look! Her ass has gotten a little fatter, but aside from that she hasn't changed a bit!"

"What is she wearing?" said Nina. "Hey, Captain Spanky Pants! Isn't that a little small for you?"

"Shut up!" complained the flustered Samantha. She was wearing her old Greenvalley cheerleading uniform, which was in fact a little too small now, since her tits had gotten bigger and her ass had gotten fatter since high school.

"I can see your spanky pants!" said Peggy, pointing, as Samantha spun around, and her skirt flared. "Are you going to take them off again?"

"No, I... EEEK!" The itching powder had started its fiendish work. Samantha hopped back and forth, trying to tolerate the agony, as a dozen familiar fames crowded around, hooting and hollering. Nina was the first to notice what she was up to.

"Oh my god! She's actually going to do it!"

"No I'm not!"

"This cannot be real! How do you keep falling for this? Ahahahaha!"

"I'm not," whimpered Samantha, tugging at her too-short skirt, clenching her fists in a **** attempt to control herself. "I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE MY SPANKY PANTS OFF!"

"Yes you are!"

"Take them off!"

"Go, Captain Spanky Pants!"

"AHHHH!"

And, fumbling and squirming, wanting to get it over with as fast as possible, Samantha hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her too-tight green spanky pants.

"Live on scene," Petra Wong reported, standing by with her cameraman in tow. "Remember the cheer captain from the Night of the Spanky Pants video? Well, folks, she's back, and you won't believe what she's up too now."

"Wow, your ass really did get fat," said Peggy, watching Samantha twist and wriggle, trying to pry the spanky pants down over her well-rounded hips. She wasn't really fat, of course, just deliciously curvy, but it was still fun to tease her about it. "Nice butt, loser!"

"SHUT UP! I HATE YOU!"

"I don't care!"

All the women of Pinkwhistle cheered as they watched Samantha pry off the spanky pants and toss them away. She shrieked and tried to close her legs, smoothing her skirt down, but not before she'd given everyone a good long look at her plump ebony pussy. She turned to run, slipped and faceplanted on the soft grass, skirt flying up to show everyone her round bare bottom.

"Oh my god! Where are your spanky pants?"

"Ha ha ha!"

Samantha picked herself up and tried to run away again, but she couldn't get clear before she was grabbed by the cheering Pinkwhistle girls. They dragged her across the lawn to the official Pinkwhistle pillory, left over from colonial days, and all too frequently used on errant Greenvalley girls, or just in light-hearted high school pranks. And they locked her into it.

Then they pinned up her cheerleading skirt, so everyone could see her naked bottom and her pussy, no matter how much she squirmed. And they pulled her big tits out of her cheerleading top, which was really too small to contain them, anyway. And they pinned her spanky pants on the pillory next to her face, so everyone could see that she'd taken off her spanky pants.

"Hey," said Anne-Marie. "I have an idea."

And she flounced over to Samantha, in her little cheerleading skirt. She turned around and lifted up her skirt, to reveal her hot pink spanky pants.

"Kiss," she ordered.

"No!"

"Aww. What's the matter? Are you scared? Scared of spanky pants?"

"Maybe she took them off," suggested Peggy, "because she wants a spanking."

"That makes so much sense!"

And so the Pinkwhistle girls took turns spanking Samantha's naked bottom, until she agreed to kiss the seat of Anne-Marie's spanky pants. And then the entire Pinkwhistle cheer team flipped up their skirts, and make her kiss all their spanky-pants-clad bottoms.

"What's your name?" said Peggy, eventually, giving her another smack.

"My name is Captain Spanky Pants, and I love taking off my spanky pants so everyone can spank my naked bottom! Greenvalley sucks! Pinkwhistle rules!"