Looking for ways to p*ss the long, isolated hours, they begin a series of dares: a game that begins innocently enough, but quickly escalates to levels of kinkiness neither had ever had the courage to admit to wanting. Before long they’re laid bare, wearing only their stockings and suspender belts, blushing and giggling as they admire each other’s bodies.

“I dare you...to lie over my lap, to p*ss me your hairbrush...”

This is a story of self-discovery as much as a story of spanking: a story of two y*ung women who delight in exploring their own naughty streaks, who feel the heavy wooden-backed brushes h*t their red, exposed bottoms and learn something new about themselves. The world outside is bleak, but somehow they find fun and comfort together.

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The year is 1918, and World War I is well underway. Those left at home have their own troubles, however: Spanish Flu has been raging for months, showing l*ttle sign of respite. Like everyone else in the city around their age, Lana and Pandora are under strict quarantine and can’t leave their boarding house. Space constraints have given them no choice but to share a room – and a bed! – so they have no choice but to cover their faces at all times.

Looking for ways to p*ss the long, isolated hours, they begin a series of dares: a game that begins innocently enough, but quickly escalates to levels of kinkiness neither had ever had the courage to admit to wanting. Before long they’re laid bare, wearing only their stockings and suspender belts, blushing and giggling as they admire each other’s bodies.

“I dare you...to lie over my lap, to p*ss me your hairbrush...”

This is a story of self-discovery as much as a story of spanking: a story of two y*ung women who delight in exploring their own naughty streaks, who feel the heavy wooden-backed brushes h*t their red, exposed bottoms and learn something new about themselves. The world outside is bleak, but somehow they find fun and comfort together. <

Quarantined