BONUS: A teaser of more "Welcome to Puttsdale" Content!!!

Summer break is coming up, and the Puttsdale community pool is open for business. Come on in and take a dip! Don't forget the lotion...or the sun lotion, either... 

In addition to locals like Ivy Grace and Trent Bishop, this scene features new characters as well: Puttsdale lifeguards Tara Shaw, Beth Thomas, Joe “Scooby” Rollins, and his sister Andrea. The scene is written by the one and only FRED KEY, the fantastic contributor behind the pre-Prom scenes in Puttsdale (Emily vs. David) -- please give him love!!!

Here's just a little taste of "The Pool" scenes:

“Oh, for god’s sake, Scooby, how many times do we have to go over this?  The lane dividers have to be put out BEFORE you leave each night, or the person who opens gets stuck with all the work!”

“Yeah, yeah,” answered Scooby.  “Got it.  Won’t happen again.  Sorry.”

“You will be sorry if you forget one more time!  Don’t think I won’t write you up, and you know how the boss handles write-ups!”

Joe “Scooby” Rollins was careful to turn his head away, pretending to check his phone, before rolling his eyes toward his friend Trent Bishop.  Trent grinned.  The two of them were both used to the morning rant, and rarely did a morning go by when one or the other wasn’t chewed out.  “It’s all part of the gig,” Trent had said to him at the start of the summer.  “You show up, you work your shift, you do your work, and you get yelled at by Ivy Grace.  She loves to be in charge, and she loves to remind you that she’s in charge. As long as you don’t try to argue with her, though, she’ll leave you alone.  She likes her power trip more than paperwork.”

Scooby wasn’t a “rock the boat” kind of guy, so he was perfectly happy to let Ivy yell at him during the daily staff meeting–especially since she generally spent the rest of the day split between looking seriously hot in her two-piece red suit and flirting with him. At 20 years old, he was a college man, and Ivy was clearly interested in leaving the high school dating pool behind.  He was sure that she was deliberately waiting for him to be looking in her direction when she climbed up or down from the head lifeguard chair, just to make sure he got a good look at her amazing ass.  And to be fair, it was an amazing ass.  The fact that it was attached to Ivy Grace, however, was not a point in her favor in Scooby’s book.

Put simply, Ivy Grace was a brat. Sure, she was hot, but she was also pushy, entitled, and more than a little nasty.  Mean girls took lessons from Ivy Grace.  Back in high school, Scooby had seen Ivy crush a guy who tried to ask her out with a single glare.  She never said a word to him, but the next day he was thrown into a trash can on three separate occasions by members of the PHS football team, and his locker was glued shut.

Trent was less wary of Ivy, but that was likely because he was part of her circle of acceptably good looking, socially suitable people at Puttsdale High.  Trent and Ivy had never dated, though it seemed like a natural enough pairing.  The two had never been single at the same time, however, so even had there been an attraction, it probably wouldn’t have mattered.  As it was, Trent had told Scooby that while he wouldn’t turn down a chance to see Ivy without her swimsuit on, he had no interest in spending all his time kissing her ass just so he could get a chance to see her chest.  A very small chance.  Possibly no chance at all.

Ivy, on the other hand, had wasted little time this summer making sure that she could see as much of Trent and Scooby as possible.  She was more than happy to use (or abuse) her power as the senior lifeguard in that particular manner, and seemed to have no shortage of creativity when it came to coming up with excuses for it - hence the care that Scooby took to make sure Ivy was looking elsewhere when he rolled his eyes.

Ivy had indeed either missed this exchange of glances or ignored it.  She was looking at her clipboard again.  She frowned and looked up, checking the clock.  “Well, it’s a good thing we have twenty minutes left before the pool opens today,” she said, putting her hands on the shapely hips that the high-cut suit did little to contain.

“Shit…” muttered Andi quietly.  Tara shook her head.  There was only one reason why Ivy would make a comment like that.  Meetings didn’t take much time.  Neither did yelling.  Punishments, on the other hand…

Scooby looked at Trent again.  Maybe she hadn’t missed his eye roll…

“There’s a note here from Ms. Hatcher that the gate was left unlocked last night.  Apparently, when she came by this morning, the door was wide open, and she had to relock it before she opened up the community center.  She says, and I quote, “Make sure that whoever made this mistake does NOT make it twice.”  Ivy looked around the room.  “Which of you morons was on close last night?”

Everyone looked at one another, waiting for someone to speak up.  Finally, Beth timidly held up her hand.  “I closed last night, Ivy, but I totally locked up the gate!  I know I did, because I had to unlock it to go back in and get my phone when I left it in the locker room.”

Ivy walked over to Beth.  She was a good inch and a half short of being able to look Beth in the eye, but it didn’t matter much; Beth seemed to shrink in the glare of the dominant senior lifeguard.  “So you locked up, but you know you did because you unlocked the gate again?  And I don’t suppose, Beth, that you remember if you locked the gate a SECOND time when you came out?”

Beth looked down at her feet.  “I….I don’t remember.  I think I did, but maybe I forgot?”

“Hmmm…” Ivy said theatrically, tapping a finger on her chin.  “I wonder what is more likely, Beth–that you forgot to lock up the second time, or that someone with a key came and unlocked the gate overnight just for shits and giggles?”

Beth looked up.  “Do you really think someone might…”

“NO, I don’t think someone opened the gate in the middle of the night, Beth!  I think YOU forgot to lock it.  But since you can’t remember, I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do.  I’m gonna help you make SURE you remember next time!”  Ivy grabbed Beth by the arm and yanked the teen forward.  Although taller, Beth didn’t resist the angry girl, but rather staggered along behind her out of the door and down to the nearby poolside.

“Jackknife position, Beth!  Let’s go!”  Ivy clapped her hands together to hustle the girl along, while the others trailed behind.  Beth sighed, a resigned look on her face, and then she bent at the waist, grasping her calves firmly.  Her dark hair hung down around her face like a curtain.

That’s a small mercy, thought Scooby.  At least she knows we can’t see her face.  Not that every one of the lifeguards present didn’t know what Beth’s face was going to look like in mere moments; they had all lived in Puttsdale their whole lives, and everyone knew full well what a tear-stained, pained expression looked like, especially combined with the added humiliation of having the experience in front of your co-workers.

Ivy had positioned herself at Beth’s left hip.  “You close, you’re responsible for locking up, Beth!  What if some jerk had wrecked the pool and stolen stuff?  What if a kid had snuck in here and drowned?”

“I’m sorry I let you down, Ivy,” Beth’s voice came from behind her curtain of hair.  “I blew it.”

“Well,” said Ivy, eyes flashing angrily, “I’m going to be sure you DON’T blow it again.  You make ME look bad, I’m gonna make your ass RED, understand?”  And with that, she hauled back her arm and whipped it forward into Beth’s ample derriere.

“Hey, Ivy, is this really…” started Scooby, but he was cut off by the sharp CRACK of Ivy’s hand on Beth’s backside.  Beth let out a loud yelp of pain, but it was also drowned out by the flurry of spanks Ivy unleashed on the black-haired girl.  Andi winced sympathetically.

First volley completed, Ivy paused momentarily.  Beth’s cheeks had already begun to redden around the sides of her one-piece lifeguard suit, but not nearly enough to satisfy her supervisor.  “You know, Bethie, I think we can do this more efficiently if we just get this suit out of the way.”  Beth had just enough time to clench her eyes shut before Ivy yanked her suit upward with a vicious tug, driving the taller girl up on her toes momentarily as she let out a squeal.  “There!  MUCH better.”  Indeed, Beth’s backside was now almost completely bare, split only by a line of red swimsuit dividing her cheeks like so much ribbon.

“Ohhh..” whined Beth, “Not in front of the guyyyyyyyysssssss!”

Ivy, unmoved, resumed her spanking with gusto.  Beth’s moans of pain started rising in pitch as her cheeks moved from pink to deep red, and soon she was beginning to beg.  “Please, Ivy!  I promise I’ll be - AAHH! – more careful!  I’ll double-check the -  AIIIEE!! - gate!  Stooooooop!  Enough!!”

Ignoring the pleas, Ivy continued her assault on the girl’s unprotected backside.  Beth could do nothing but hang on as minutes passed, and at last Ivy stopped, shaking out her hand as if SHE was the one in pain.  Beth’s sobbing was loud and full of hiccuping gasps as she tried to get control of herself.  “Get her off the pool deck!” Ivy snarled.  “We open in five minutes, and Beth, you better have your ass back out here and ready to work or we’ll be doing this again after your shift today!”

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He's written SO MUCH, and it's all SO FREAKING GOOD. If you all can show Fred some love, I'll post the next part of this scene this week! I promise you, it only gets better from here! 

I'll give you a hint:

“Well….” she said, taking a deep breath, “you could spank us in here…”

Ivy shook her head.  “A simple spanking isn’t going to cut it here-”

“...naked.”

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