Kim Possible Porn Story: Kimitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery Chapter II. Misbehavin.
“So what’s the big mystery?” Tara demanded, as the four girls lounged on Kim’s bed. “You said we were doing something different tonight.”
“Absolutely,” Kim confirmed. “It’s so different you won’t fucking believe it.”
“Well?” Bonnie said, with raised eyebrows.
Kim grinned. “Later. Let’s finish our snacks first. Besides, it won’t happen here. We’ll be going out.”
“C’mon, girl,” Monique persisted. “At least give us a hint or something.”
Kim reached over and lifted up Monique’s skirt. “Yep, they’re in a bunch, all right.” Kim pretended to straighten out the panties, then rubbed Monique’s pussy through them.
Monique saw that she wasn’t getting anywhere, so she dropped it. “It better be worth all this drama.”
The girls chattered about everything and nothing. They didn’t say much about the upcoming cheer competition, to avoid leaving Monique out of the conversation.
A few moments later there was a knock on the door, and then Kim’s mom entered the room. “Kimmie, I just wanted you to know that your father and I are going out. Do you girls need anything before we go?”
“No, Mom,” Kim said, “we’re good. In fact, we’re going somewhere ourselves in a little while.”
“All right,” Dr. Possible said. “Just don’t forget this is a school night.” She started to leave, then suddenly went rigid. “What is that?” Her voice was thick with fury.
Kim looked where she was pointing. “Oh, uh, it’s a candy wrapper. I missed the trash can.”
Mom’s voice was deadly. “What did I tell you about making a mess in your room?”
“Chill, Mom. It’s just a wrapper. I’ll pick it up. Jeez.”
But Kim never got the chance. As she reached for the offending bit of paper, her mother grabbed her violently by the wrist, and pulled her across the room toward the bed. Then in one swift movement, Dr. Possible sat on the bed and jerked Kim down over her knee. Kim cried out in confusion. “What the— Mom, what are you doing?” Before she knew what was happening, her skirt had been pulled up and her panties down. Then all she felt was pain as her mom started spanking the shit out of her. “Owwwwwww! Jesus, Mom, not in front of everybody! Owwww! Fuck!” The bad language got her hit harder, which produced still more profanity, resulting in a spiral reminiscent of the scene between the Blues Brothers and the Penguin. Soon Kim was unable to speak at all, busy sobbing uncontrollably. By the time her mom was finished, Kim’s ass was so red that it probably would have glowed in the dark. She just laid there crying, barely noticing when her mom helped her up and deposited her on the bed face down.
Hands on hips, Dr. Possible glared at the other girls, as if daring them to say anything. Bonnie met her gaze, then picked up a Hershey Kiss, popped it in her mouth, and deliberately dropped the wrapper on the floor. Following her lead, Monique and Tara did the same.
Before Bonnie knew what was happening, she was dragged across the room and bent over the knee as Kim had been. “What the fuck? You can’t do this! You aren’t my mother!” By this time the panties were down. “Owwww!” If anything, Bonnie got spanked even harder than Kim. Soon Bonnie was also reduced to a mass of tears, echoing Kim still sobbing on the bed. The color of her behind matched Kim’s. She soon found herself lying beside Kim on the bed, in equal pain.
Monique quickly picked up the wrapper she had dropped and threw it in the trash can, along with Bonnie’s and Tara’s. It didn’t help her, and she found herself in the same position as the first two. “No, wait!” she screamed. “I picked it up! Owwww!”
Dr. Possible relentlessly assulted her ass. “If you steal something and give it back, don’t you still get charged with a crime?” Because of her darker skin tone, Monique’s ass didn’t turn the same shade of red, but it was definitely a different color from the rest of her. Then she was crying on the bed, which was starting to run out of room.
Tara didn’t even try to get out of the punishment. She meekly approached Dr. Possible and assumed the position on her own, without a word. But it didn’t get her any leniency, as she got spanked just as hard as the others. But perhaps it didn’t last quite as long, as the doctor’s arm was starting to get tired. But the color of her ass still matched the others.
Finally Kim’s mom left the room and the four of them were lying there on the bed face down, in pain and in tears. Kim was almost cried out, while Tara had just started. Bonnie and Monique were somewhere in between. After they all ran down they just laid there in silence for a while.
“Damn, I can’t even turn over,” Kim said.
Tara sighed. “I tried pulling my panties up, and it just hurts too much. We’ll have to stay just like this, on our stomachs and panties around our knees.”
“Has your mom been working out?” Bonnie asked. “She really whacked us this time. I mean, fun is fun, but holy shit. I thought she was going to take the skin off.”
On cue, Dr. Possible reentered the room, with a tube of something in her hand. “Have you girls learned your lesson?”
“Yes, ma’am,” the four teens said in unison.
“Are you going to misbehave any more?”
“No, ma’am.”
“That’s better. This salve should take the pain away.” Dr. Possible squeezed some of the salve out of the tube and gently applied it to Kim’s sore ass. Her daughter winced at even the light touch. She very carefully spread it around to cover all the red area. Then she let it work and moved on to the next girl. In a few minutes, she had coated all posteriors with a layer of salve.
She returned to Kim and poked her. “Is it working? Does that hurt as much as it did?”
“It feels a lot better now, Mom.”
Dr. Possible applied the salve to the girls again, using more pressure to rub it in. Her touch was sensuous this time rather than careful. The girls moaned, in pleasure rather than pain. With her other hand, she slipped a finger inside each girl as she massaged the ass, then tasted it and pulled the panties up before moving onto the next girl.
“You should be able to sit on it now,” she said. The girls tentatively rolled over and found that the pain was mostly gone. They could sit now, though it was slightly uncomfortable. But they knew from experience that the salve would continue working.
“Thank you, Dr. Possible,” Tara said.
“You’re welcome, Tara. I wish I had time to play some more.”
Kim jumped up. “Wait, Mom. Before you go, I want to show them something. Turn around.”
After her mother faced in the other direction, Kim took a finger and shoved it deep into her own pussy. Then she used different fingers on the other girls, in random order. “Okay, Mom, you can turn back around.” She held the four fingers up to her mother’s face. “Who is who?”
Dr. Possible put Kim’s fingers in her mouth one at a time and thought carefully. “Bonnie, Monique, Kim, Tara.” She smiled and left the room.
“Was that cool or what?” Kim asked, while the other girls stared at her openmouthed.
to be continued…