"Are all of your bags packed, sweetie?" Asked Rita as she stepped into the doorway of the bathroom.
Riley had been in the middle of brushing his teeth in front of the bathroom sink. He was shirtless, and donned a pair of tight fitting cotton boxer briefs. He looked at Rita through the big mirror, and caught her sneaking a peek at his tight little bottom as she leaned against the doorframe. She looked beautiful, as always. She wore a pair of snug sweat shorts that had always seemed to ride up into her butt crack in the cutest possible way. He could see her pastel pink panties poking out from the skimpy elastic waistband. She wore a jet black bra, and her long dark hair fell atop her tan shoulders in luscious wavy locks . She was tall and athletically lean, and she had beautiful feminine eyes.
"I just finished packing a few minutes ago. These damn business trips are killing me. I can't believe they're sending me out of town for a full week. And I'm not looking forward to boarding that plane in the morning." Said Riley after spitting a gob of toothpaste into the sink.
"I know how much you hate flying, baby. Don't worry, it's going to be okay. I'm going to miss you so much." Said Rita as she stepped behind Riley and wrapped her arms around him. She then rested her chin on his shoulder and lightly kissed his neck.
"Thanks, Reeds. You always know how to make me feel better." Said Riley as he gazed into Rita's beautiful eyes through the mirror.
Riley was a lucky guy, and he knew it. He cherished every moment he could spend with his beautiful girlfriend. Rita always had the ability to calm his nerves, no matter how bleak a situation seemed. He oftentimes felt protected and safe within her warm embrace. It was as if she provided a steady and maternal perspective on things. He sometimes even jokingly referred to her as his guardian angel. She was much taller and stronger than he was, and had always looked out for his best interests.
"That's what I'm here for, sweetie. I already set the alarm for 5am, and I'll be sure to wake up with you and make breakfast. Now, I think there's just one more thing we need to take care of." Said Rita as she playfully pinched Riley's bottom.
"Do we have to?" Asked Riley after wincing a bit from the sudden pinch to his backside.
"Yes, we do. I think it's important to send you off with a little reminder of my love." Said Rita as she playfully cupped Riley's bottom and squeezed it a few times.
"Yea, but it's a three hour flight, and it will be super uncomfortable." Replied Riley in a whiney tone.
"Careful, mister. Do you remember what happened the last time you sassed me?" Asked Rita. Her tone of voice had suddenly turned from a nurturing tone to a more assertive one.
Riley looked through the mirror at Rita, who was still embracing him from behind. She had a stern side to her that Riley knew very well. He remembered being in a very similar position just a week prior. He thought back to how he was ordered to kneel in front of the sink. Rita had stood behind him, and had cradled his head tightly against her body. She had pinched his cheeks together, forcing his mouth open. It was then that she pumped an ample amount of liquid soap into his mouth, and brushed his teeth vigorously with a toothbrush. This all happened, of course, after he had made the mistake of sassing her the last time. He knew that she punished him because she loved him. She wanted desperately to see him to succeed in every facet of life.
"No, you don't need to remind me. I remember it very clearly." Said Riley with a red face.
"I'm glad you remember it so well. I guess that just goes to show how effective a good mouth-soaping can be." Said Rita with a smile as she playfully reached up and pinched Riley's chin.
Rita has come to love her dominant role in the relationship. It didn't take long for her to become well versed and practiced in the art of disciplining her boyfriend. Overtime, their young and slightly kinky arrangement had grown into a more mature and maternal style of domestic discipline; complete with a strict set of rules and consequences. Some of the agreed upon punishments included corner time, spanking, mouth-soaping and early bedtimes. Riley was truly a whipped boy, and of course, he enjoyed his submissive role immensely .
"Look, I'm sorry I sassed you. I guess I'm just nervous about the trip." Said Riley.
"I appreciate the apology, but I think you need a reminder more than ever right now. It kind of seems like you forgot about our little agreement." Said Rita playfully as she pressed her breasts against Riley's bare back and kissed his neck once more.
These "reminder" sessions had been going on for a little over a month now. Riley remembered the day that Rita had sat him down to discuss the new arrangement. She had been doing a lot of research on various domestic discipline forums at the time, and had discovered that many of the women on the site incorporated "maintenance spankings" into their routines. She had understood the basic premise of maintenance for awhile, but had finally decided to capitalize on the program. She had explained to Riley that these sessions would be carried out regardless of how well he had behaved. She assured him that the spankings wouldn't be used as discipline or punishment, but as a constant reminder of her love and maternal authority. Riley had agreed to the new arrangement, although, as time passed he had secretly started to grow frustrated with the frequency of the spankings. Needless to say, he was still adjusting to the new regiment.
"I didn't forget about it, I was just looking forward to having a week off. And come to think of it, I'm not even scheduled to be spanked today." Pleaded Riley.
Rita had made sure to carefully schedule Riley's maintenance spankings. The new system was designed to ensure that Riley's bottom would maintain a slight soreness throughout the week, thus, reminding him of his rightful place every time he sat down. Riley was scheduled to be spanked three nights a week before bedtime. Of course, the scheduled days were methodically spaced out to ensure that his bottom didn't have time to fully heal. These spankings were never very intense, but they were certainly hard enough to leave an impression.
Rita had learned a lot of valuable information from the women on the forums. She eve remembered reading about the psychological effects that maintenance spankings had to offer. She knew that following a strict schedule, and routinely placing Riley into the childish "across the lap" position (even if he hadn't broken any rules) would undoubtedly have a humbling effect on his psyche as time progressed. In fact, since she started the program, her lap had almost become his second home. She certainly wasn't surprised to learn that he wanted a break from it all, regardless of how much of a spanko he was.
"I understand that you want a break, but I think it's important that you have a sore bottom on your trip. I just don't like the idea of your bottom healing up that much while you're gone. And as the leader in this relationship, I think it's my duty to ensure that you remain caught up on your maintenance." Said Rita as she reached down and rubbed Riley's bottom.
"Fine..." Said Riley with a sigh and a snarky tone.
Rita had picked up on Riley's sassy undertone, and quickly reached up to pinch his chin. She then glared at him through the mirror with a stern expression.
"I swear, Riley. If you sass me again, then I'll wash your mouth out with soap just like I did last week. Now, I want you to finish up in here and meet me in the bedroom for your maintenance. Understand?" Said Rita firmly.
Rita knew how much Riley hated the taste of soap, and how embarrassed he felt while being cradled against her tummy with a mouthful of suds. She had tested several different kinds of soaps over the years to perfect her technique. She had tried liquid dish soap, liquid hand soap and several different bars of soap. Needless to say, she had a lot of experience in the matter, and was not afraid to follow through with her threats.
"Yes, ma'am. I understand." Trembled Riley. The last thing he wanted was to board the plane in the morning with the taste of soap still present in his mouth.
"Good. You've got three minutes. Chop, chop." Said Rita as she let go of Riley and patted his bottom a few times. She then turned and paced out of the bathroom, leaving Riley standing alone with a helpless look plastered across his face.
Riley made sure to make it to the bedroom well within the three minute time span. He had made the mistake of being tardy to his maintenance sessions numerous times before, which had always resulted in an even sorer bottom. He wasn't surprised to see Rita sitting at the center of the bed, patiently awaiting his arrival. In fact, the sight of Rita's awaiting lap had still excited him, despite how routine laying across her thighs had become. Riley was, however, quite surprised to see her wielding her thick wooden hairbrush. The hairbrush was most typically used for punishments, while maintenance spankings were generally given with the palm of her hand.
"Whats with the brush?" Asked Riley hesitantly as he eyed the heavy implement.
The mere sight of the brush had made him instinctively reach back and cup both of his butt cheeks. He was no stranger to the hairbrush. He had kicked, bucked, wiggled and squirmed atop his girlfriends lap on several occasions due to the burning smacks that the brush was capable of delivering.
"Look, Riley. I think it's important that I leave a lasting impression tonight to ensure that your backside remains sore for the entire week. I know this may not seem fair to be spanked on an unscheduled day, and I know you hate the hairbrush. I just want you to know that I'm doing this because I love you. This is strictly a maintenance spanking, and not for punishment." Said Rita in a calm and nurturing tone.
"But..."
"I don't want to hear any "buts", Riley. In fact, the only kind of "but" that I want to discuss has to do with your "butt" getting spanked across my lap. You know full well that there's no hope of talking your way out of this, so stop trying. Now come stand in front of me." Interrupted Rita as she gestured to a spot on the floor in front of her.
Riley had always become erect before his spankings. He had been fascinated with the female lap ever since he was hauled across his babysitters knees and spanked for the first time as a young boy. Once he hit puberty, fantasies of dangling across a set of toned feminine thighs and receiving a long series of swats had nearly consumed his mind.
Riley's desires had even led him to weasel his way into receiving a spanking from his stepmother during his high school years. Thinking back to that fateful event as an adult always made him blush and bite his lip with regret. He still had vivid memories of being depantsed by his beautiful stepmother as she sat on the living room couch of his old childhood home. He remembered feeling exposed when she glanced down at his developing boner. He was then abruptly pulled across her blue jean clad lap, and spanked thoroughly with the back of a wooden cooking spoon.
Riley could still remember the euphoric sensation of his penis pressing firmly against his stepmothers curvy thighs. It had only been a matter of time before he made a big sticky mess on her jeans. Once his stepmother realized what had happened, she quickly stood Riley up and sent him to his room with a final swat to the bottom. Of course, she never spanked Riley after that little incident. It was as if the entire event was doomed to never be spoken of again, which had led to quite a bit of awkwardness between the two. Needless to say, Riley couldn't wait to get out of the house and head off to college. In fact, he had met Rita in college. She had spanked him (quite awkwardly) after their third date, and of course, she has been spanking him ever since.
Rita watched as Riley slowly stepped closer to the bed. She looked down at his very noticeable boner, which had dramatically tented his skimpy boxer briefs. The sight of Riley's excitement had always made Rita giggle. Once close enough, Rita quickly depantsed Riley, just as his stepmother had done all of those years ago. It was during those post spanking moments that Rita oftentimes thought back to the first spanking she had ever given. She thought back to that third date with Riley when they were both in college. He had taken her to a drive in burger joint, and had confessed his desire to be spanked quite awkwardly over dinner. She remembered nearly spitting her soda all over the dashboard because she had laughed so hard at his request. However, after some further convincing, she had grown somewhat curious about the ordeal.
Rita remembered the drive back to campus that night being a bit awkward, but she also remembered feeling a tingly sensation in the pit of her stomach. She was surprised at how excited she had been to turn Riley's naughty fantasy into a reality. It wasn't long before they had reached Riley's small apartment. She remembered walking through the doorway and immediately taking a seat on the center of his rickety futon. She then gently grabbed him by the wrist and playfully pulled him across her thighs. She hadn't known it at the time, but it had been the first of many spankings that she would deliver to his plump derriere.
Rita couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of how inexperienced she had been in college all of those years ago. The smacks she had delivered that night while sitting on Riley's futon had been lighthearted and quirky. Soon after that first awkward spanking, Rita had started hitting the gym and buffing herself up. She also started doing a bit of research on the topic of women spanking their boyfriends. She remembered purchasing books, reading sexy articles and even bringing Riley to a local sex shop, where she made him pick out their first paddle.
Rita still had that paddle from that dingy sex shop near their old university, but as time progressed, she started making great use out of the hairbrush. Once Riley had stepped out of his boxer briefs, Rita scooted back on the bed, once again presenting her firm lap. She then leaned forward and grasped Riley's forearm, and firmly guided him down across her thighs. She immediately felt the state of his arousal as he wiggled against her legs. He always looked naughty and half his age while perched up on her lap.
Riley felt Rita's strong hand squeeze his upturned cheeks a few times before delivering the first blow. Soon, their bedroom was filled with the sound of her palm swatting down vigorously at his naughty little butt. This barrage of firm slaps lasted for nearly 2 minutes. Then, Rita armed herself with the intimidating hairbrush. In no time, she was smacking away at a hard and fast pace, causing Riley to kick and squirm atop the surface of her thighs. She remained relatively silent during his maintenance spankings. There was really no need to scold if she wasn't spanking for punishment. She would, however, speak to him calmly on occasion, and remind him that she's spanking him because she loves him.
Riley was soon reduced to a sobbing mess as the stinging blows continued to rain down. Rita had always managed to cover every square inch of his rear end. He knew he wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for the rest of the week. He soon kissed his chances of having a pain free business trip goodbye. His erection had vanished after the first 10 hearty swats with the business end of the hairbrush.
Rita had gently let Riley up off of her lap once she was satisfied with the bruised and crimson state of his backside. She then embraced him and cupped both of his burning hot butt cheeks in her hands. She kissed him numerous times on his cheeks, neck and forehead as his tears flooded out of his eyes. He hadn't normally cried from maintenance spankings. The use of the hairbrush had certainly made a difference. This felt more like a punishment spanking to Riley than anything else.
After a few more minutes of aftercare, Riley had finally caught his breath and wiped the remaining tears from his eyes. He then went to the sink and washed his face, and tried his best to regain just a little bit of his masculinity. When he stepped back into the bedroom, he saw Rita waiting for him under the covers. She suddenly patted the mattress in front of her. He was eager to be wrapped up in her loving embrace once again.
Obviously, Riley had never been the big spoon. He was always the one to be wrapped up tightly and cradled to sleep. His fire engine red booty had nestled snuggly into Rita's crotch as she embraced him from behind. She gently kissed the back of his neck as he drifted to sleep.
The next morning went just as planned. Rita had woken up early with Riley and made him a big breakfast. She then drove him to the airport, and walked with him to the security checkpoint. She gave Riley a big hug, and delivered a firm swat to his backside as he turned to leave. She rested easy, knowing that he would be sitting on a spanked and tender bottom for the entirety of his business trip. She walked out of the airport knowing that he had been thoroughly reminded of his place. In fact, she was already planning his next spanking, which would inevitably take place the moment he got back home.
The Babysitter
"Jaden, come down here for a moment please." Yelled Karen from the bottom of the stairs.
Jaden laid his guitar down on the bed. It was his prized possession. His stepmother hated it.
"Coming!" Yelled Jaden as he threw on a shirt and tied his long blonde hair back into a pony tail. He then climbed down the stairs towards the nervous wreck that was his stepmother. He could hear her in the kitchen pacing around frantically.
"Have you seen my keys, Jaden?" Asked Karen as she dug through a pile of mail on the kitchen counter.
"Why would I know where your keys are, you never let me drive your car." Said Jaden in a moody tone.
"Don't give me any lip. I need to leave for this convention ASAP. And to make matters worse, your babysitter is late." Said Karen.
Jaden gritted his teeth with rage when he heard his stepmother bring up the new babysitter she had hired. He still couldn't believe she was putting him through this. He was honestly surprised she was able to find somebody who was willing to watch him. After all, he wasn't a child anymore.
"I'm 18 years old, mom. I don't need anyone to watch over me. Plus, it's only one night. I think I can handle myself." Pleaded Jaden desperately.
"Sorry, Jaden. You shouldn't have started smoking cigarettes and vandalizing the entire neighborhood with your friends. I just don't trust you enough to be home alone anymore. I'm not arguing this with you. It's my house, and my rules." Said Karen quite sternly.
The door bell rang just as Jaden was about to respond. He then rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. He realized that there was nothing he could do to change his stepmothers mind.
"Who did you hire? They better not be smelly and old." Said Jaden.
"I'm not that cruel, Jaden. Her name is Whitney. She's a senior in college, and I think you two will get along just fine." Said Karen as she quickly walked over to the door.
Jaden hung back and observed from a distance as his stepmother pulled the door open to welcome the babysitter. He was blown away at how beautiful Whitney was. The first thing he noticed was her curvy hips and slim waist, along with her perky breasts. She wore a white collared shirt and a pair of tight black jeans. Her purse hung from her shoulder elegantly, and her long sandy colored hair had been straightened, and fell close to her hips. She wore stylish glasses that had put extra emphasis on her calm and feminine eyes. Jadens teen hormones were soon going crazy.
"Jaden, don't be rude. Come say hello to Whitney." Said Karen with a smile.
Whitney suddenly looked over Karens shoulder and spotted Jaden. She then gave him a bright smile. "Hey, Jaden. It's nice to meet you." Said Whitney enthusiastically.
"Hey, nice to meet you too." Said Jaden as he stepped into the front hallway.
Karen glanced at her watch and suddenly entered into a state of panic. She was running very late at that point, and needed to head out the door as quickly as possible.
"Shit, I need to go. I'll just take my spare keys. Have a good time, and I'll see you tomorrow after school." Said Karen as she kissed Jaden on the forehead.
Jaden blushed. "Alright, mom. Drive safe."
Karen then turned to Whitney and shook her hand. "Thanks again for watching him. There's mac and cheese in the pantry for you guys. I also left a note with some phone numbers on the fridge."
Karen then reached into her purse and took out her wallet. "I just realized that I won't be seeing you tomorrow since you'll be driving Jaden to school and leaving directly from there. Here's your payment in advance plus the tip. I'm sorry I'm so flustered. It's been a hectic week."
"It's okay, I understand. Have a good time at the convention." Said Whitney as she took hold of the wad of cash.
Karen said one final goodbye and then abruptly shut the door behind her, leaving Whitney and Jaden standing awkwardly in the hallway together. Jaden noticed that she had brought a small overnight backpack with her, along with a second bag full of college textbooks. He considered asking if she needed help bring the two bags to the spare bedroom, but soon dismissed the idea entirely. He had essentially wimped out, and was too shy to offer her any kind of help.
"I'll be in my room." Said Jaden somewhat awkwardly as he started up the stairs.
Soon Jaden was closed up in his room. He had cursed at himself for acting so awkward and out of place. Music had always helped calm his nerves, so he started up his computer and played his favorite hard rock band. He then laid down on his bed and unbuttoned his pants. He was soon fantasizing about the hot babysitter taking control. He thought about being punished like a little kid. He had always been a spanko.
After his climax, he laid in bed and wondered what Whitney was doing downstairs. He hardly knew her, but he desperately wanted her to spank him. There was something about her elegant style and natural beauty that flipped a switch in his kinky mind. He also liked the fact that she was a bit older than him. The whole situation had made everything feel almost like a role play scenario to Jaden. He had to hand it to his stepmother, she did do a pretty good job with hiring Whitney. She was by far the prettiest babysitter he had ever had.
Jaden had never been spanked before. His stepmother had never hinted at the idea of spanking, although, he oftentimes secretly wished she would. His stepmother was beautiful, after all. She had spent a lot of her free time at the gym, swimming laps, or playing tennis. All of those activities combined had certainly paid off for her over the years. In fact, he was almost certain that his stepmother would be able to overpower him if she really wanted to.
Jaden had also fantasized about getting whooped by some of the girls in his high school gym class, but of course, he had never brought it up to them. He didn't want to be known as the odd kid that liked being spanked by girls. That would have made his final year at high school a living nightmare.
The exciting thing about Whitney was that she was well out of the high school loop. She didn't know any of his friends, and she didn't seem like the gossipy type either. This kind of thinking seemed crazy to Jaden at first, but he also knew that situations like these rarely presented themselves. After all, he was 18 years old. When else would he be babysat by a beautiful women like Whitney in his lifetime?
It wasn't long before Jaden was thinking up creative ways to achieve his naughty fantasy. After coming up with a few devious plans, he was ready to put them into motion. He quickly buttoned up his pants and took a series of deep breaths. He could hear the TV in the living room as he made his way down the stairs. He then tip toed his way into the kitchen, and was relieved to see that Whitney was just out of his line of sight. He looked for the note on the refrigerator, and realized that it was still folded up the way his mom had left it. He suddenly snatched the note from the fridge and crept back upstairs.
Once safely in his room, Jaden sat on his bed and opened the note for Whitney. He had always had a hard time reading his stepmother's cursive handwriting. He noticed that the note was more of a quick thank you followed by a list of phone numbers incase of emergencies. It was exactly what he had hoped for. Jaden moved to his desk and uncapped a pen. He made sure it was the same color as the one his stepmom had used. He then closely studied the handwriting, and went to work. At the bottom of the paper, he wrote:
Just an FYI. Jaden has been smoking and vandalizing houses with his friends lately. I've tried grounding him, but it never really seems to work. I've recently started spanking him again. I know it sounds silly, but I've been at my wits end and he's been responding to it very well.
If he gives you any trouble, then I would encourage you to discipline him. I know that he likes to test people. I understand how odd this sounds, but the tool is there if you need it.
-Karen
Jaden looked over the note and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. He was starting to have second thoughts about his plan. He realized that he hadn't even considered the blowback his plan could cause if his stepmother ever found out. He was sure that if Whitney did spank him, then she would undoubtedly tell his stepmother about it soon after. He winced at the thought of how his stepmother would react. However, despite knowing the potential consequences, Jaden still decided to go through with his plan. After all, he was just a teenager, and his hormones had certainly gotten the best of him. He figured he'd beg Whitney not to tell his stepmother if she did end up spanking him. And if she did tell her, then he would just have to cross that bridge when he came to it.
Jaden carefully folded the note up with a twenty dollar bill from his personal stash, and then tip toed down the stairs. He carefully pinned the note back to the fridge, making sure that a sliver of the bill was peeking out from under the note. He then casually made his way into the living room. Whitney had been sitting on the couch with her laptop perched on her knees. The TV still played in front of her as she typed away. She looked up from her screen at Jaden, and gave him another bright and welcoming smile.
"So you finally decided to join me, huh?" Asked Whitney with a grin.
"Yeah, I guess so." Said Jaden with an awkward laugh.
The two were soon watching TV together, and making small talk. Jaden wanted to get a better impression of her before he put the plan fully into motion. After awhile, he felt satisfied and confident enough to go through with it.
"Hey, do you want to order a pizza? My stepmom usually leaves a twenty dollar bill pinned to the fridge." Said Jaden casually.
"Yeah, that sounds way better than mac and cheese. We should order it soon. I'm starving." Said Whitney as she stood up from the couch and stretched her back.
"Sounds good." Exclaimed Jaden.
Jadens heart raced as he watched Whitney walk across the living room and into the kitchen. He knew there wasn't any turning back at that point. He knew it would only be a matter of time until she read the revealing forged portion of the note. He stood up from the couch and followed behind her. As he walked, he found himself gazing down at her curvy butt as she strutted towards the pinned up note. He also came to realize how tall she had been. She hadn't towered over Jaden, but she was certainly taller than him by an inch or two.
Jadens heart raced when Whitney unpinned the note and unfolded it, revealing the twenty dollar bill. She soon set the twenty on the counter and looked down at the note curiously. He felt a swarm of butterflies in his stomach when he saw Whitney's brow furrow. She looked slightly surprised and a bit puzzled, which caused Jaden to assume that she had read the forged portion. She curiously glanced up at him for a moment and then slowly folded the note back up.
"What do you want on the pizza?" Asked Whitney.
"Pepperoni, I guess." Said Jaden.
Jaden was relieved to see that Whitney hadn't questioned him about the note. He was just glad that she didn't see though his plan and call him out on it. After all, it did seem a bit unrealistic that an 18 year old boy still received spankings. Although, it could also be seen as odd that a boy his age still needed a babysitter in the first place. He guessed that she didn't want to embarrass him about it, or start an awkward conversation.
"Good choice, I'll order it for delivery." Said Whitney as she pulled out her cellphone.
"Cool, I'll be up in my room." Said Jaden.
Jadens heart continued to race as he climbed the stairs to his room. He couldn't stop thinking about the puzzled look that Whitney had given him. His plan was officially in effect. Now all he had to do was break some rules around the house that would push Whitney over the edge. Luckily, he had thought of a few things prior to pinning the note to the fridge. He quickly grabbed his cigarettes and his lighter out of his jacket pocket and made his way downstairs again. He then pushed open the front door and went around to the side of the house. He was soon puffing on his cigarette and anxiously thinking about how things might play out.
When Jaden came back inside, he wreaked of smoke. Of course, this was all part of his plan. He walked straight into the living room and sat within close proximity to Whitney. It didn't take long for her to look up from her computer and glare at him.
"Have you been smoking, Jaden?" Asked Whitney in a concerned tone of voice.
"Yeah, it's not a big deal. I am 18, you know." Said Jaden in a foul tone.
"It is a big deal. Your stepmom doesn't want you smoking, Jaden. It's my job as your babysitter to make sure you follow the house rules." Said Whitney.
"Whatever." Snapped Jaden. He then got up from the couch and paced angrily to the fridge.
"Hey, whats gotten into you?" Asked Whitney as she quickly followed him into the kitchen.
Jaden could hear her footsteps behind him, and knew he had to act fast. He needed to do something drastic to really get her attention. He noticed a stack of Whitney's school books sitting out on the counter. Without hesitation, he dragged them off of the counter and onto the floor. The books made a loud bang as they hit the tiles. He then turned around to confront her.
"Why the fuck are you being so nosy?" Asked Jaden in a snarky tone.
Whitney looked down at the heap of books and then locked eyes with Jaden. She then put her hand on her hip and gave him the same glare that she had given him in the living room. She glared at him for quite awhile, and then she responded in a calm but stern tone.
"Go to your room, Jaden. I'll call you down when the pizza arrives."
Jaden complied, and stormed out of the kitchen. He was satisfied with the act, but he knew that it wasn't enough. Once in his room, he plugged his guitar in and turned his amp up all the way. He then played a series of the heaviest songs he could think of. He was hoping to get Whitney's attention, but it didn't seem to work. He was soon thinking up new schemes, and suddenly, he heard Whitney calling for him to come downstairs. He noticed that her tone of voice wasn't as stern, which probably meant she had collected herself a bit. He took his time putting his guitar away. He then made his way downstairs and noticed Whitney standing in the kitchen with the box of pizza resting on the counter.
"Before we eat, we need to set a few things straight." Ordered Whitney.
"Well, whatever you have to say can wait, because I'm starving." Said Jaden as he grabbed a slice out of the box.
Whitney took a deep breath and put a hand on her curvy hip again. Jaden noticed that her voice tended to get more stern whenever she stood in that stance. It was the classic feminine "no nonsense" stance that he knew very well from living with his stepmother. Whitneys weight had shifted to one side, and her hand lay atop the hip that was jutted out a bit.
"Jaden, put the pizza down and talk to me. I'm trying to get along with you." Said Whitney with a serious expression.
"Not a chance, nice try though." Said Jaden as he took a bite.
"Drop the pizza, Jaden." Ordered Whitney. Her voice was beginning to get louder.
Jaden didn't feel that his bratty tone was effective enough, and he was growing impatient. He suddenly weighed his options, and soon thought of something extreme that would certainly get under Whitney's skin. He was fully prepared to do something utterly mean and vile to get what he wanted.
"Fine. I guess if you wont let me eat the pizza, then you can have it." Said Jaden. He then mustered up all of his courage, and threw the hot slice of pizza at Whitney's chest.
Whitney screamed as a large amount of pizza sauce splattered against her breasts. Her white button up shirt was covered in greasy cheese and pasty red sauce. She suddenly clenched her fists. Her soft feminine eyes had turned vicious. She narrowed in on Jaden, and pointed to the hall that led to the stairwell.
"Go to your room. I'll be up to speak with you shortly." Yelled Whitney. She was doing everything in her power not to grab Jaden by the neck.
Jaden slowly turned and went up the stairs. He was soon sitting on his bed and wondered what Whitney would do. The anticipation was eating away at him. He could hear her rummaging through her bag in the spare bedroom, and pictured her changing out of her pizza stained shirt. After about ten minutes, Whitney appeared at his door. She wore what seemed to be her pajamas, which consisted of a black tank top and a loose fitting pair of striped sweatpants. To Jadens surprise, she calmly walked over to his bed and took a seat right next to him.
"What you did downstairs was absolutely unacceptable, Jaden. What were you thinking?" Asked Whitney. She had broken the ice after sitting in silence for a few moments.
Jaden decided to scoff at her, and give her the silent treatment. He kept his eyes fixated on the floor. For some reason, he was finding it very hard to look into her eyes.
"You know, I thought I was going to be hanging out with an adult tonight. I thought we were going to have a good time." Said Whitney.
"Tough shit. How's that pizza stain?" Said Jaden. Although, he couldn't believe the words he had just spoken.
"You're skating on very thin ice, Jaden." Warned Whitney sternly.
"Fuck you." Said Jaden as he looked away from her.
Whitney suddenly gritted her teeth. She had finally reached her boiling point. She thought about what she had read in the note earlier that day. She was surprised at how much she wanted to hit him. She wanted to hit him hard.
"In all of my years of babysitting, I've never had to give any kind of physical punishment. Today, I think I'm going to make an exception. I've tried talking with you, reasoning with you, and being your friend. Nothing seems to work." Said Whitney through her gritted teeth.
Jadens heart raced as Whitney scolded him. He felt like a very naughty little boy as he sat silently next to Whitney on his bed. He noticed that his penis was beginning to stiffen inside of his pants. Needless to say, he felt that his plan was about to pay off.
"At first, I thought it was odd that you still received spankings. Your stepmother mentioned it in the note she left for me on the fridge. I thought you were too old and too mature for such a childish punishment, but boy was I wrong. If I were your mother, I'd spank you on a daily basis. You are out of control." Scolded Whitney as she glared at Jaden.
Jaden was thankful to be sitting down at that moment, because his erection had reached its full potential. He found that the tone of Whitneys voice, coupled with the threats to spank him had been more than enough to get his rocks off.
"And I've got some news for you, Jaden. Your mother gave me permission to spank if need be. After all of your blatant and immature behavior, I think you've definitely earned yourself one. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Said Whitney.
"Not really." Said Jaden in a bratty tone.
Whitney suddenly stood up from the bed and paced out of the room. Jaden could hardly contain his excitement. He could hear her going though one of her bags again in the spare bedroom. He then heard her footsteps getting closer to his door. She soon appeared in his doorway gripping a pink plastic hairbrush. Jaden stared at the brush nervously. He hadn't expected her to hit him with that. It was a square shaped hairbrush, and it looked mean.
"Stand up." Demanded Whitney as she stepped into the room.
Jaden did as he was told, and watched as Whitney calmly took a seat at the center of his bed. To his surprise, his jeans did a great job at hiding his erection. He felt his manhood pulse in his pants as he eyed Whitney's lap. Her pajama bottoms looked soft and warm, and her toned legs looked very inviting. He couldn't wait to mount her feminine thighs, just to discover what the childish position felt like.
"Stand in front of me." Demanded Whitney.
Jaden complied. He knew what was coming next. He felt the button to his jeans loosen, and then heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. Suddenly, he felt Whitney's fingers slide inside of his waistband. In a flash, she tugged his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. His penis sprung to attention in front of her face, which brought on a sudden wave of embarrassment. His natural reaction was to try to cover it up with both of his hands. Whitney ignored the state of his penis, and scooted herself back on the bed. She then pressed her toned thighs together, creating a firm platform.
"Lay across my lap, Jaden." Said Whitney as she patted her right thigh with her hairbrush.
Jaden glanced down at Whitney's thighs once more, and then awkwardly positioned himself across. He immediately started shifting himself around against her soft, pajama bottom covered legs. His bare bottom was perched up high as he nestled his dick into her warm lap.
Whitney grabbed onto him and waited for him to get situated. She had never punished anyone like this in her life, but she had grown up being spanked by her mom. Her plan was to copy everything that her mom had done to her as a child. She planned to spank with the brush until tears.
"Do you normally become erect when you get spanked?" Asked Whitney. She could easily feel Jadens erect penis against her thighs.
"Sometimes. I'm sorry." Said Jaden.
Whitney sighed and chalked it up to teenage hormones. She then looked down at Jadens white, plump little bottom. She patted each cheek a few times with the hairbrush, and then raised it high overhead.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
The cracking sound of Whitney's hairbrush smacking down across Jadens bare flesh had echoed throughout the house. Whitney smacked hard and quickly at Jadens skinny little butt. He squirmed as she struck him. He had never felt such an overwhelming stinging sensation in his life. He was tempted to reach back in an attempt to shield his bottom, but instead, he gripped Whitneys ankle and tried his hardest to hold back the tears.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"I hope you're starting to learn your lesson, Jaden."
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"You should be ashamed and embarrassed, needing to be spanked at your age."
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"You need to shape up and start acting like an adult."
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Jaden had started off relatively strong, but he soon broke down into tears. His erection had vanished after the first twenty strokes. He kicked his feet violently, and tried to squirm away from the fast paced smacks. He was surprised to learn that Whitney could easily hold him down across her lap.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Owww! Whitney, please! I'm sorry!" Yelled Jaden as tears ran down his red cheeks.
Jaden was more than a little embarrassed knowing that being spanked was actually working as a punishment for him. He was certainly beginning to developed a much different outlook. He was surprised at how much pain was involved. Moments before, spanking had just been a mere sexual fantasy to him. Now, Jaden knew just how effective a spanking could be, especially when administered with a hairbrush. He also came to realize that he wasn't able to escape the blows that rained down on his backside, no matter how much he wiggled and squirmed.
Whitney held the naughty teenager down on her lap with ease, and continued to smack at a fast pace. She had been quite proud of herself for being able to overpower Jaden and follow through with the punishment. She could hear Jaden crying, but she wanted to take it a bit further in order to reinforce her position. She decided to finish the spanking off with several hard spanks to his sit spots.
"This" SMACK
"is what you get" SMACK
"for acting like such" SMACK
"a naughty little brat!" SMACK
Whitney wound up as high as she could for the final two smacks. She put all of her strength into the final blows, which caused Jaden to buck his knees and scream at the top of his lungs.
"BAD"
THWACK
"BOY!"
THWACK
Jaden sobbed uncontrollably into his bedding as he lay draped across his babysitters knees. His bottom was scorching hot, and he could feel a very sharp and consistent pulsating sting. He still held onto Whitney's ankle, even after she stopped hitting his bottom. He felt like a very well punished little child. He had been humbled, embarrassed and dominated.
Whitney stroked Jadens back as he lay in his own tears. She was slightly worried that she had overdone it, but admittedly, she was proud of her work. She had turned Jadens plump white cheeks to a very dark crimson. There was also some bruises developing around his sit spots where she had really laid into him towards the end. The spanking had only lasted about three minutes. She knew he wouldn't sit comfortably for a few days.
"Alright, Jaden. You're free to get up from my lap. However, you are not allowed to pull your pants and undies up yet. I want you to stand in front of me, bare bottomed, and explain to me why you were spanked. Then, I want you to apologize for it, and thank me for taking the time to punish you." Said Whitney as she took her hand off of his back.
Whitney was still using her own experiences from childhood as a reference. She had vivid memories of standing in front of her mother as a little girl, with her pants and panties at her ankles, and a sore bottom on display. She remembered explaining why she was spanked, and thanking her seated mother for doing so. That ritual, in her opinion, had been just as embarrassing as the spanking itself. She also thought it offered a sense if closure to the punishment.
Jaden slowly stood up from Whitneys knees, and quickly placed both of his hands over his flaccid penis. He sniffled as he looked down at the wet spot on his bedding from all of his tears and drool. He noticed that Whitney had remained seated on his bed, and she still held the hairbrush in her hand. She looked up at him patiently with her pretty eyes, and then she glanced down at his crotch for a moment. She suddenly let out a sigh, and crossed her arms disapprovingly.
"Move your hands away, Jaden. The idea is for you to be embarrassed, and to recognize that what you did was wrong." Said Whitney calmly.
Jadens face turned bright red as he moved his hands away, exposing his now flaccid penis. He noticed Whitney glance at his manhood for a moment, only to turn her attention back to his face. He then wiped some tears out of his eyes, and cleared his throat.
"I was spanked because I threw the pizza at you. I also threw your books down earlier and lashed out. I'm sorry for all of it, Whitney. Thank you for spanking me." Said Jaden in a low and raspy voice.
Whitney looked Jaden over one last time. She was satisfied with what she saw before her.
"You're welcome, Jaden. I'm sorry I had to do that. Hopefully a smacked and sore bottom will remind you to treat me with a little more respect." Said Whitney.
Jaden looked down at her and sniffled. "Yes ma'am. Again, I'm really sorry about everything. Are you going to tell my stepmom about this?" Asked Jaden nervously.
"Of course I'm going to tell her, Jaden. I was hired to be your babysitter for goodness sakes. I can't just spank you and not report it. Now pull your pants up, your punishment is over." Said Whitney as she stood up from the bed.
Jaden quickly pulled his pants and underwear up. Chills ran up and down his spine at the thought of Whitney reporting what had happened to his stepmother. The only thing he could think to do was plead with her, which had made him feel like a helpless little kid.
"Whitney, please don't tell her. I'll do anything." Said Jaden desperately.
Whitney suddenly dropped the hairbrush on the bed and wrapped her arms around Jaden. She held onto him tightly as she spoke to him.
"I'll have to think about it, Jaden. Now, I just want you to know that I forgive you. But you also need to know that if you try to test me again, then you'll be in for another trip across my lap. And if I have to spank you twice, then I'll definitely be telling your stepmother. Understand?" Asked Whitney.
Jaden was surprised at how long Whitney's embrace had lasted. He didn't mind it, though. He loved the feeling of her sexy body pressing up against his. The reality of his new dilemma was starting to sink in. He was relieved that she would consider not telling his stepmother about the spanking. At least, he thought, there was a slight chance of getting away with it.
"Okay, I understand." Said Jaden.
Whitney gave him a final squeeze coupled with a few light pats on his stinging bottom. She then released him and gave him that familiar and infectious bright smile.
"Good. Now let's go eat some pizza." Said Whitney happily.
Whitney felt confident as she led the way down the stairs. She thought back to what Jadens mother had written in the note. She hated to admit it, but Karen was right. The spanking did seem to help curb Jadens behavior. She couldn't have been more satisfied with the results.
The Bratty No-Show
Katrina pulled her long dirty blonde hair back into a thick pony tail. She then shielded her eyes from the setting sun as she eagerly scanned the parking lot. Her boyfriend had promised that he'd come support the team. So far, he was a no-show.
Katrina gritted her teeth and picked up the volleyball next to her bare feet. She was worried about him, but she also considered his track record when it came to being lazy and oversleeping. It hadn't been the first time her boyfriend had bailed out on her in such a fashion. In fact, that kind of irresponsible behavior had been something the two had discussed in detail. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the upcoming match. She then strutted across the sand to join her teammates.
Lindsey and Sophie stood by the net chatting while Katrina approached. The three girls had been playing in a local 3v3 rec league over the summer. They had been doing pretty well against the other teams, mainly due to the fact that the girls had played volleyball together throughout middle school and high school. They had always been great friends, and had shared a special bond of trust with one another.
"Don't tell me he's a no-show again." Said Lindsey. She could always tell when her friend was upset.
"It looks like it. I'm going to ring his neck if he's at home sleeping again. I tried calling him at least five times and its been going straight to voicemail. He promised me that he would come watch us tonight." Said Katrina sternly.
"Could somebody be getting punished again?" Asked Sophie with an excited grin on her face.
Katrina had been in a female led relationship with her boyfriend for a little over three years. Katrina was no stranger to punishing her naughty boyfriend whenever it was warranted. The couple realized that their dynamic would likely be seen as taboo by many others, which is why they only told a few close friends about the arrangement. Lindsey, Sophie and a few other girls were the only ones that knew about their alternative relationship, and the crowd had oftentimes sat in on Dakota's punishments for added humiliation.
"Oh believe me, I have some ideas in mind if that's the case. You two are more than welcome to come over and watch tonight if it resorts to that." Said Katrina.
Lindsey and Sophie giggled and cheerfully accepted the invitation. The girls were soon bumping the ball back and forth to each other in a triangular formation. Each of the girls had beautiful bronze skin that glimmered from the tanning oils they had applied earlier. They each wore tight red bikini swimsuits that showed off their round bottoms and perky breasts.
The whistle suddenly blew and Katrina caught the ball mid air. She scanned the parking lot once more, but there was still no sign of Dakota. The opposing team suddenly formed up on the other side of the net. The match was about to begin.
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Dakota cursed at himself as he scoured the bustling parking lot for a vacant spot. He had slept through his alarm, and had been in a state of panic ever since. He quickly climbed out of his car after finding a spot in the boonies and hustled his way towards the front of the venue.
After storming through the front gate, he made his way through an outdoor bar area. He was surprised at how big the crowd had been. He slowly pushed his way through the horde of drunks to get a better view of the volleyball nets. His heart sank when he noticed the match had just ended.
Katrina's team had won, and both teams were busy shaking hands at the net. Dakotas eyes followed the three girls as they walked over to their bench. He watched as Katrina stepped into her tight sweat shorts and pulled them up over her curvy butt. She then turned towards the crowd and shielded her eyes from the setting sun. She soon spotted him, and gave him a stern glare.
Dakota knew that angry look very well. Her strict and piercing eyes had always made his heart flutter and his stomach knot up. He stood by the bleachers as the girls patiently put their sweats on. Pretty soon, they were pacing towards him with their gym bags slung over their sun tanned shoulders. Katrina led the way as they approached.
"Hey, Katrina. Listen, I..." Uttered Dakota nervously.
"Is everything okay? I was worried about you." Interrupted Katrina.
"I'm sorry, Katrina. It was my alarm again..." Said Dakota truthfully.
"It wasn't your alarm, Dakota. It was your irresponsibility showing through yet again. You promised you would be here tonight, but instead you overslept. You know what the consequences are for that. There's no excuse. I'll see you at the house, you little brat." Said Katrina as she quickly strutted passed Dakota.
"Yeah, brat." Giggled Lindsey as she followed closely behind.
Sophie was the last to pass by. She looked Dakota up and down with a big grin on her face.
"I think someone's in for a little punishment tonight. We'll see you at home, naughty boy. Katrina invited us over to watch." Said Sophie in a patronizing tone.
Dakota's face had suddenly turned a bright shade of red. He took a deep breath and followed the three girls out to the parking lot. He hated being punished, but deep down, he knew that he deserved it. He had let Katrina down tonight due to his own laziness. The sense of anticipation that he felt as he followed the girls home on the highway was immeasurable. He knew that he was driving towards a painful and humiliating destination. Katrina's firm hand awaited, and so did Lindsey and Sophie's hungry and curious eyes.
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There were two showers in the tiny brick home, which meant one of the girls would have to wait their turn. It was only fair that Katrina showered first, simply because it was her house. This left Lindsey and Sophie competing for the second shower over a game of Rock Paper Scissors. Lindsey ended up winning the heated game, and grinned as she grabbed a towel and turned to walk up the steps.
"Lucky bitch." Mumbled Sophie as she stepped into the living room and plopped herself down on the couch.
Sophie wiggled her toes as she waited her turn to rinse off. She could still feel the sand on her feet from the volleyball courts. She was about to turn on the TV when she heard the front door open. She grinned at the sight of Dakota sluggishly walking into the room.
"Oh hey, brat. It took you long enough." Said Sophie teasingly.
"I hit a few red lights on the way. Congratulations on the win tonight." Said Dakota.
"Thanks, it's too bad you weren't there to see it. Katrina was pissed, and also really worried." Said Sophie.
"Yeah, I really messed up tonight." Uttered Dakota in a shaky tone.
Sophie curiously studied Dakota as he took a seat in a nearby lounge chair. She had always been amused and somewhat jealous of Katrina and Dakota's unique relationship. Katrina had oftentimes talked about how great it was to be in control, but she realized that she had never really gotten Dakotas more submissive perspective on things.
"Can I ask you a question?" Asked Sophie curiously.
"Sure." Said Dakota.
"Don't you ever get frustrated and sick of being punished and humiliated all the time?" Asked Sophie.
"Not really. I know Katrina punishes me because she cares about me. It also helps me stay focused on my goals. A lot of people might consider it abusive, but I've never viewed it that way. I consent to everything, and I know the consequences for every agreed upon rule that I break. To be honest, I actually consider myself pretty lucky." Said Dakota.
"I admire that about you, Dakota. I can't imagine being spanked like a little kid at my age, especially by a significant other. Although, I wouldn't be opposed to dishing out the spankings in a relationship. I think you and Katrina do it right. It has to be consensual, and there must be clearly stated rules and consequences." Said Sophie.
"Well, I'm sure you could find a man that's willing to submit. It takes a lot of trust and commitment, but I do think it creates a healthy dynamic. It also seems like female led relationships are gaining in popularity these days." Said Dakota.
Dakotas words had made Sophie hopeful. She pondered the familiar idea of being in control. She imagined pulling a cute boy like Dakota across her lap and smacking him silly instead of engaging in a drawn out and counterproductive argument. She was sure that a frequently spanked bottom would be more than enough to keep a man in line. Her vivid fantasy was suddenly cut short by the sound of Lindsey's footsteps on the stairs.
"That was a quick shower." Said Sophie as she watched her friend step into the living room.
Lindsey's long damp hair fell onto her tan shoulders. She wore baggy grey sweatpants and a tight camisole that displayed the logo of her university. A skimpy schoolgirl skirt lay draped across her shoulder, and she held a pair of hot pink panties in her hand. She suddenly tossed the outfit and panties into Dakotas lap.
"Katrina wants you to put those on and wait for her with your nose in the corner." Said Lindsey with a grin on her face.
Dakota stared up at Lindsey in disbelief. Katrina had only made him wear the outfit for serious infractions, he had never been made to wear it in front of an audience. The thought of wearing such a skimpy skirt with panties in front of Katrina's friends had made him quiver with embarrassment.
Sophie suddenly erupted with laughter as she stood up from the couch. She noticed how red Dakota's cheeks had turned as he sat in the chair with the pair of soft cotton panties in hand.
"You are going to look so cute in those. Katrina wasn't kidding when she said she had some ideas in mind. Make sure she doesn't start without me. I can't wait to see this." Said Sophie. She then quickly made her way upstairs to the shower.
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Lindsey quickly took Sophie's place on the couch and eyed Dakota from across the otherwise empty room. Her stare was hungry and full of excitement. Katrina had told her about the panties and short skirt in the past. She had always wanted to see them for herself.
"What are you waiting for, brat? Put your skirt and panties on." Instructed Lindsey with a grin.
Dakota let out a faint sigh and then stood up from the chair. He then slowly started for the bathroom door only to be stopped in his tracks by Lindsey's stern voice.
"Where do you think you're going, young man?" Asked Lindsey.
"To the bathroom to put this ridiculous outfit on. Where else would I be going?" Said Dakota with a confused look on his face.
"Don't get smart with me, mister. For your information, Katrina doesn't want you changing in the bathroom. She wants you changing in front of me." Commanded Lindsey.
"B... But..." Uttered Dakota in disbelief.
Lindsey giggled at Dakota's stammering pleas. Dakota didn't know it, but Katrina had asked Lindsey to humiliate him as much as possible during a brief exchange they had in the upstairs hallway. It wasn't out of the ordinary for Katrina to allow this. All of the girls were quite comfortable with the situation, and understood the boundaries. Lindsey was happy to oblige, and was quick to get out of the shower and get to work.
"I don't see why you're so nervous, Dakota. I've seen you naked countless times before. And let's face it, this is nothing compared to seeing you spread eagle across your girlfriends lap with a roasted little bottom on display. Maybe you don't realize this, but Sophie and I always get a great view of that little butt hole and scrotum when she spreads those cheeks of yours. So I would suggest that you stop stalling and start stripping."
Dakota took a deep and shaky breath after taking in all of Lindsey's words. He knew that every bit of it was true. In fact, Katrina had confessed to him that spreading his legs and exposing his genitals was her favorite part about giving a spanking in front of an audience. She knew how much it humiliated him, and she also knew how much the girls enjoyed the view.
Dakota looked over at Lindsey, defeated. Her pretty eyes studied him as he pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants. He was soon standing in front of her in nothing but his tight boxer briefs. He noticed her eyes drift back and forth between his face and his printed erection. He shamefully turned his back to Lindsey as he quickly slid his briefs to his ankles, exposing his bare little bottom to her. His penis sprung out from under his waistband and bobbed freely in the air.
"Aw, look at those cute little butt cheeks. I can't wait to see Katrina turn them a deep shade of crimson. Why don't you turn around and face me, sweetie."
Dakota obeyed and slowly turned towards Lindsey. His hardened manhood pointed straight up towards the ceiling. He blushed when Lindsey covered her lips and giggled at the sight.
"Are you excited to be spanked, little man? I know you kind of like it. Katrina tells us all about how you like the feeling of being placed across her lap. She even told me how she lets you rub up against her thighs when you two are all alone."
A wave of embarrassment suddenly swept over Dakota. The fact that Katrina had told the girls about his naughty desires didn't come as much of a surprise. He knew that they shared everything with each other. They had also seen him become erect before nearly every spanking they had ever witnessed. But it was still hard not to feel embarrassed in that moment. Just hearing those revealing words coming out of Lindseys pretty mouth was humbling enough.
Lindsey giggled at Dakota's shocked and irritated expression. She could tell that he was at a loss for words. She continued to shame him as he retrieved the panties and stepped into them.
"That's right, brat. Katrina tells us everything. We all know about the good boy spankings you receive so often behind closed doors. She tells us how she puts you across her lap and lightly pats and rubs your exposed backside. She even tickles your little balls while you hump her legs like a pervy little brat."
Dakota's head felt hot and his palms suddenly became sweaty. He couldn't even begin to think of a response. He slowly pulled the pink panties up between his legs. The thin material wedged itself into his butt crack and hugged his balls. His erection had poked out from the skimpy waistband. He quickly reached for the skirt as Lindsey continued to humiliate him.
"Those panties look so cute on you. I hope Katrina makes you wear them more often. You definitely deserve it. Now, once you're dressed, I want you to take your place in the corner. And stick that naughty bottom out for me." Said Lindsey with an evil smile.
Dakota pulled the small skirt up to his waist and blushed. He had always felt naughty whenever he donned the short skirt. The plaid material had just barely covered his pantied bottom, and it frilled out in a very feminine and humiliating way. He looked down at the floor in shame as he made his way to the corner. He pressed his nose in and stuck his bottom out, displaying his naughtiness to the entire room. Lindsey giggled and enjoyed the view as she waited for Katrina and Sophie to join them.
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Katrina had taken her time in the shower. She knew the more time she spent upstairs, the more time Dakota would have to spend in the corner being humiliated by Lindsey. She was really upset with him this time, and she intended to leave a lasting impression on his bare little ass.
Katrina studied her strong and glistening body through the foggy mirror. She had always been proud of her athletic form. She had spent a lot of time at the gym lifting weights and doing squats, which resulted in a chiseled six pack and a perfectly plump booty. In fact, she considered her apple bottom to be one of her sexiest qualities, along with her long and toned legs. Deep down, she understood why her bratty boyfriend gets so excited while laying across her sexy and feminine lap. Although, she thought, he sure won't enjoy it very much tonight.
Once dry, Katrina stepped into a pair of clean panties and then squeezed her voluptuous bottom into her favorite yoga pants. She then threw a low hanging v-neck t-shirt on over her bare breasts and grabbed the bath brush that hung from her shower head.
Sophie had stepped out of the bathroom across the hall at the same time Katrina did. She noticed the oakwood bath brush in Katrina's hand and smiled at the sight. Sophie quickly followed Katrina down the stairs. The two girls knew full well that the sound of their footsteps on the stairs was most likely making Dakota tremble with fear and anticipation.
Katrina gave Lindsey a brief smile as she stepped into the living room. She then glanced over at Dakota with a satisfied grin.
"He was actually very well behaved, believe it or not." Said Lindsey with a chuckle.
Sophie suddenly stepped into the room and buckled down laughing at Dakota's perched out and girlish looking rear end. She had always thought that he had a cute little bottom. Seeing him in panties and a short skirt only seemed to emphasize her attraction.
Katrina set the heavy bath brush down on the coffee table and paced into the kitchen. There, she retrieved an armless bar chair from the counter. She carried it into the living room with ease and placed it in the center of the room. She made sure the chair was angled so that Dakota's bare bottom would face the couch where the girls would be watching.
Sophie quickly crossed the room and joined Lindsey on the couch. They sat together and watched happily as Katrina moved about the room. The two had always noticed a change in Katrina's demeanor whenever she was about to spank. She had always kept relatively quiet while preparing for the event, and she moved with purpose and authority. This ritual sometimes even intimidated the two girls, who were just mere spectators in the matter.
Katrina had finally gotten everything into place. She stood next to the tall cushioned bar chair with a hand on her hip. Her long hair was still wet from the shower, and had fallen gracefully upon her strong shoulders. She admired her boyfriends skirted backside for a brief moment before giving out the command.
"Alright, naughty boy. Get your little butt out of that corner and stand in front of me." Said Katrina sternly.
She watched as Dakota turned himself around. She immediately noticed his bulging erection, which had tented the front of the skirt. The girls on the couch giggled at the sight of Dakota as he approached his angry girlfriend.
Katrina suddenly hopped up onto the tall chair. The cushion of the chair creaked under the weight of her curvy apple butt as she positioned herself. Dakota stood before her with his head bowed down in shame. For a moment, she wanted to embrace him and call the whole thing off, but then she remembered how he had let her down earlier that night. She remembered the amount of times his phone had gone to voicemail, and how worried she had been. She knew that the naughty deed couldn't go unpunished.
"What caused you to miss our volleyball match tonight, Dakota?" Asked Katrina, even though she already knew the answer.
"It.. it was my alarm. I'm really sorry." Said Dakota shamefully.
"You're still sticking to that story? Like I said before, Dakota. It wasn't your alarm, it was your irresponsibility. This never would have happened if you hadn't stayed up so late the night before. You promised me that you would be there to support the team tonight. When you make a commitment to me, I expect you to follow through. I was so worried about you." Said Katrina calmly.
"I know, ma'am. There is no excuse. And I'll work on getting to bed at a decent hour from now on. I promise." Said Dakota.
"I'm glad you're starting to realize your faults in all of this, but as the leader in this relationship, it's my duty to correct your behavior and to reinforce my position on the matter. You've been a very bad and irresponsible boy. Now, what is the consequence for irresponsibility in our relationship?" Asked Katrina.
"Spankings, ma'am." Said Dakota solemnly.
Lindsey and Sophie sat quietly while Katrina and Dakota discussed what was soon to come. They had always respected the way she disciplined her boyfriend. The two girls knew how upset their friend was, but she had always managed to keep a level head. They knew how much she respected and admired Dakota, despite the current situation.
"That's right, Dakota. You get spanked. And since you were SO bad tonight, I've decided to put you into your panties and skirt. I hope this added humiliation will prove effective. Now, you also let Lindsey and Sophie down tonight. I think it's only fair that you apologize to them too." Said Katrina.
Dakota turned towards the couch and let out a low pitched and sincere apology. He couldn't help but admire their beauty. Their feminine eyes studied him for what seemed like a lifetime. Those were the eyes, he thought, that would soon be staring at his upturned tush in just a matter of moments.
"I forgive you, Dakota. I hope being spanked tonight will help with your lazy behavior." Said Lindsey.
"I forgive you too. And I agree, You're lucky to have such a caring girlfriend that is willing to spank you like this. I'm sure it will make you think twice next time." Said Sophie.
Dakota was humiliated beyond belief. He turned his attention back to Katrina, who sat with her hands in her lap. She looked satisfied.
"Alright, Dakota. It's time. Come over to my right side and get across my lap." Said Katrina.
Dakota complied and moved silently to Katrina's right side. His shoulders were slumped over and his erection was still very prominent. Katrina seemed to tower over him on her high throne. He had grown to hate the tall bar chair. He had always felt awkward climbing up to Katrina when she sat so high. There was also the added humiliation of his legs dangling high off the ground. That had always made him feel like a naughty little kid.
Dakota awkwardly stepped up onto the peg of the tall bar chair as Katrina grabbed onto him and guided him across. His legs flailed upward and kicked in the air momentarily as he landed on her legs. Katrina felt his erection pressing against her firm thighs. His bottom was propped up high in the air, and the skimpy skirt covered just half of his perched up booty, revealing the bright pink panties that had been wedged firmly into his butt crack.
The two girls on the couch flinched for a moment at the sight of Dakota's legs flailing in the air in front of them, but soon calmed down after realizing his vicious kicks were out of their reach. They giggled as they watched Katrina hold onto him firmly. Their eyes then widened when Katrina suddenly jammed her right hand in between Dakota's pantied butt cheeks and pushed him further up onto her lap. The girls had witnessed this maneuver several times before. It had always made Katrina look so much bigger and stronger than Dakota.
Dakota kicked his legs a bit more as his hardened dick pressed and rubbed against his girlfriends toned lap. He had always tried to rub against her and squeeze in as much pleasure as he could before the stinging smacks began to rain down. As always, his brief moment of pleasure was cut short, and the sound of Katrina's firm palm echoed throughout the room as it made contact with Dakota's skirt covered bottom.
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"I was so worried about you, Dakota."
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"You're going to have one sore backside when I'm done with you."
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The girls watching from the couch knew Katrina's spanking routine just as well as Dakota did. First, Katrina would deliver twenty sharp smacks with her hand over his clothing. Then, she would give twenty hand spanks over the undies (or panties in this scenario). Finally, she would bare his bottom and utilize an implement for as long as she felt necessary.
Dakota blushed as he felt his skimpy skirt being flipped up, revealing the entirety of his pantied bum. He then heard the girls behind him giggle at the sight before another volley of smacks came down upon him. His legs dangled and kicked after every clap of Katrina's hand.
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"Aww look at those cute little panties of his!" Said Lindsey.
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"And that pink and plump bottom!" Giggled Sophie.
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Katrina wasted no time tugging down Dakota's punishment panties after the second set of twenty strikes. The skimpy garments slid off with ease, and fell to the floor in front of Lindsey and Sophie. This caused an eruption of laughter from the girls as they laid their eyes on Dakota's bright pink and bare butt cheeks.
Katrina smiled down at Dakota's shapely bottom and rubbed some of the sting away for a brief moment. She then split his butt cheeks with both of her hands, exposing his tiny butthole and scrotum to Lindsey and Sophie. The girls giggled as Katrina teasingly tickled Dakota's scrotum and taint, causing his legs to buck in the air once again.
Dakota gripped the chair once the tickling stopped. He felt Katrina's strong hand rub his tender bottom. He knew what was coming next, and prepared himself for the thunderous volley of smacks.
"Sophie, would you mind handing me the bath brush?" Asked Katrina.
"Of course." Replied Sophie with a grin as she fetched the heavy hitting implement.
Katrina gripped the wooden handle and held onto her boyfriend firmly. Lindsey and Sophie watched as the circular head of the brush rose high above Dakota's bottom.
"Spread those legs far and wide, and keep them spread." Commanded Katrina as she held the brush at full swing. She waited patiently until Dakota's privates were fully exposed. Then, she struck hard and fast.
THWACK
"OUCH!"
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"AHHH!"
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"Katrina, PLEEASE STOP!"
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It didn't take long for Dakota to start balling his eyes out. He had always managed to keep himself together for the first twenty strikes or so, but after that, the flood gates would always open. Katrina had always been merciless when it came to hitting with an implement. She would always swing hard and with a great sense of rhythm. She always focused the majority of the swats on his tender sit spots. He kicked his legs and sobbed as the sounds of giggling and loud claps echoed throughout the room. Despite the stinging pain, he still managed to keep his legs spread wide. He knew there would be severe consequences if he were to close his legs and squeeze his cheeks together.
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"I hope this spanking serves as a wake up call, Dakota."
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"I am so sick of you sleeping through your alarm..."
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"And skipping out on your responsibilities."
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"I think we need to introduce a couple new rules..."
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"To get you back on the right track. Agreed?"
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"Yes, ma'am!! OUCHHH!" Cried Dakota.
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Katrina paused for a moment, which was a rarity. She admired the two dark crimson splotches on Dakota's sit spots. The areas around the bruised sit spots were still bright pink from the forty hand spanks she had delivered earlier.
"It's pointless to punish you for something without trying to find a solution to fix the problem. I think from now on, you need a set bedtime. Staying up late all the time certainly isn't helping your sleep schedule. From now on, you will be in bed by 10pm sharp. If you're even a minute late, then you'll be spanked. Understood?"
"Even on weekends?"Moaned Dakota.
"For the time being, yes. We need to kickstart your internal clock, which means you'll be waking up at 6am every morning as well. And if you're a minute late waking up, then you'll be sitting on a very sore bottom during breakfast. Understood?"
Dakota solemnly agreed. The color of his face had turned just as red as his burnt fanny. He had been scolded and given childish rules many times before, but it was always ten times more embarrassing while draped over Katrina's lap in front of a group of girls. The sense of humility was overwhelming.
"I'm glad you agree. We're going to break this bad habit of yours in no time. Now, Let's do 100 hard smacks to seal the deal. After that, I want you to put your panties back on, take the bar chair back into the kitchen, and then pour us three glasses of the white wine in the fridge. After you bring us our wine, you're going to take your place in the corner, skirt up, panties down, and bottom out. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am." Quivered Dakota as he gripped the legs of the bar chair once more.
Katrina was soon smacking away, being sure to cover the entirety of her boyfriends bottom. After delivering fifty hard smacks to each cheek, she helped him off of her lap and joined her friends on the couch. They chatted and giggled as they watched a sobbing Dakota carry the bar chair out of the room. He quickly reappeared with three glasses of wine in hand, and passed them out just as instructed. After handing out the drinks, he flipped up his skirt, tucked it into the waistband, and pulled the skimpy panties down to his knees. He then pressed his nose into the corner and stuck his cherry red bottom out towards the girls on the couch.
The girls sipped their wine and celebrated their volleyball win, all while enjoying the red bottomed view. After a couple hours, Katrina let Dakota out of the corner. After all, it was getting close to his new bedtime.
Katrina tucked Dakota in, not a minute past 10. She then rejoined her friends downstairs. Dakota lay awake, spread out on his belly with a fiery bottom. He listened to the three girls giggling downstairs, and he reflected on the hard spanking that he had received. He was a well punished boyfriend, and he was right where he needed to be.
Study Plan
Brian panted heavily as he zoomed down the street atop his bright red road bike. It was the beginning of summer vacation, and he was glad to be able to break away from the stresses of college exams and research papers. The thrill of riding his bike through the streets of his home town had taken him back to a simpler time in life. He remembered the joy of riding down that very same street as a boy with his old group of pals. He found that free time was a rarity now that he was in college.
Brian suddenly snapped out of his brief nostalgic daydream and turned into a narrow alleyway. He was beginning to run out of steam, and ultimately made the decision to start the long trek home. The sun was setting as Brian rolled into his quiet neighborhood. Rows upon rows of middle class two story homes lined the street. His heart raced when a dusty white minivan suddenly passed him by and pulled into a familiar driveway just down the road. He immediately felt a sense of deja vu, and a flood of vivid memories soon filled his mind. Memories that he had oftentimes fantasized about on a daily basis. Memories that had stuck with him throughout the years, and had played a key roll in forming his secret desire to be spanked.
5 years ago
It was the end of another long day of high school for Brian. He felt the weight from his heavy canvas backpack as he pedaled down the road. He didn't have a car at the time, which made him loath the long journey home. Sure, he could have taken the bus, but everyone knew that buses were for freshman. Getting on that bus would have been social suicide. So at the end of the day, he settled with his bike.
Brian glided passed the parked cars and zig zagged his way carelessly down his freshly paved street. He couldn't wait to unload his backpack, get a snack from the pantry, and enjoy the cool AC. His neighbor, Shannon, waved at him cheerfully as she slowly drove passed him in her pearly white minivan. Her daughter, Lauren, sat in the front seat with her pink backpack nestled in her lap.
Brian waved back nervously as the van pulled into the driveway just ahead. He had always had a crush on Lauren, and he oftentimes froze up and jumbled his words whenever she was around. The windows to the van rolled down just as Brian passed by. He spun his bike around the moment he heard Shannon call his name. He slowly coasted up to her window, and noticed Lauren peering at him from the passenger seat. She looked just as confused as he did.
"Hey, Brian. I'm so glad you heard me calling. Would you mind returning some tupperware to your mom for me?" Asked Shannon.
"Sure thing." Said Brian as he came to a complete stop.
Shannon thanked him and stepped out of the van. Brian could smell her sweet perfume whenever the wind blew just right. She was tall and had always carried herself elegantly. She was one of those moms that managed to keep up with the times. She had a bit of spunk, and had always been a popular topic among the other neighborhood boys.
"Hey, Lauren. Can you run inside and grab the tupperware on the counter?" Asked Shannon.
"Sure, mom." Replied Lauren as she gathered her things and opened the car door.
"So, Brian. How have you been? We haven't talked in awhile." Said Shannon.
"I've been pretty good, I guess." Said Brian shyly.
"Have you been researching colleges lately? I know that's all Lauren can think about these days." Said Shannon.
"I have a few in mind." Said Brian.
"How are your grades these days?" Asked Shannon curiously.
"They're pretty good, I guess" Said Brian.
"Only pretty good?" Asked Shannon with a curious smile.
Shannon knew how hard it was for any parent to hold a conversation with a teenager. Her daughter was the same way, closed off to anyone except her close circle friends. Still, she always made an effort to relate and connect on a personal level.
"Well, I've been struggling in my advanced science class lately, but I have a tutor now." Admitted Brian.
"That's good to hear. You know, whenever Laurens grades start to slack, I resort to the old wooden spoon method. Believe it or not, it still seems to work." Said Shannon with a chuckle.
"Wooden spoon method?" Brian asked curiously.
Shannon laughed. "You've clearly never been spanked, have you?"
Brian blushed and nodded his head no. The conversation with his neighbor had certainly taken a very interesting and unexpected turn. He was shocked to find out that Lauren, a high school aged girl and his current crush, still got spanked by her mother.
"Well, if that tutor doesn't work out, you know where to find me." Said Shannon with a wink and a lighthearted smile.
"Oh... Okay." Said Brian awkwardly.
Brian was relieved when Lauren suddenly interrupted the awkward exchange with an arm full of his mothers tupperware. He quickly arranged the plastic containers inside his backpack and then mounted his bike. Shannon thanked him again for the favor, and the three soon parted ways. Brian curiously looked down at Laurens jean clad bottom as she walked with her mom towards the front door of the house. It felt exciting to him, knowing that he knew something so personal and embarrassing about her.
Brian didn't know it yet, but the conversation he had with Shannon that sunny day would change his life forever. He would replay that short conversation in his head for years to come. He would oftentimes fantasize about running into Shannon again, and telling her how bad his grades had become. In his fantasy, she would take him by the arm and lead him into her kitchen. There, she would grab a wooden spoon and place him across her lap like a naughty little kid.
Brian came close to knocking on that door a few times throughout high school, but in the end, he was too scared. After all, he was almost positive that his neighbor was just kidding around with him. He also imagined Lauren opening the door with a puzzled look on her face. Since knocking was out of the question, Brian found himself slowly passing Shannons house during his bike rides home. He hoped that she would pull into the driveway and start chatting with him about his grades again. Unfortunately, the timing was never right.
Brian would also grow curious and even somewhat jealous of Lauren whenever he passed her in the hallway at school. He imagined his crush laying tummy down across her mothers knees with her panties at her ankles. There were even a few times in class when he noticed Lauren fidgeting in her chair. He had a hunch that her round little cheeks were bruised and reddened under her jeans on those days.
These thoughts and fantasies continued into college. Of course, he also fantasized about being spanked by many other girls. But a fairly large part of him still wanted to be taken in hand by his neighbor, Shannon. He vowed to himself in his college years that if the opportunity ever came about, he would take full advantage of it.
Present
Brian remembered making that vow to himself years ago, and he cursed himself for it. His hands clammed up against his handlebars as he slowly coasted towards the foot of Shannons driveway. He had dreamed of this moment for years. He couldn't believe it was finally happening. He took a deep breath as he stopped his bike next to Shannons van. His heart nearly leapt from his chest when the door to the van slowly swung open.
"Hey, Brian. It's good to see you." Said Shannon as she stepped down onto the driveway donning a bright smile.
Shannon was still absolutely gorgeous. She was now about the same height as Brian, where as before, she was taller by just a couple inches. Brian was doing a pretty good job at staying calm on the outside, but on the inside, he was panicking beyond belief. He had rehearsed this conversation to himself in his mind countless times before, but that did little to calm his nerves when it came to acting out the real thing.
"Hey, Miss Cosgray. I saw you pass by and I thought I'd say hello. How is everything?" Said Brian enthusiastically.
"Everything is great around here. Lauren is coming home from college tomorrow so I decided to make her a special dinner. How is college going for you?" Asked Shannon.
"It's good. I'm making a lot of new friends, and it's kind of nice being off on my own." Said Brian.
"That's great to hear. It is nice to break away from this little town and explore new places. Lauren talks about that all the time. Have you decided what you're going to major in?" Asked Shannon.
"I'm not really sure yet." Said Brian under his breath.
"Well don't wait too long, sweetie. How are those grades doing? You know, all of those future employers will look at that stuff." Said Shannon.
Brian couldn't believe how smoothly his plan was working. The conversation was going just as it had when he was in high school.
"Well, to be honest, my grades have been slumping lately." Said Brian in a shameful tone.
"That's terrible to hear. Have you tried getting a tutor like you did in high school?" Asked Shannon in a concerned tone.
"Yeah, but it hasn't seemed to work. I've been having a lot of trouble concentrating in class lately, and I've fallen pretty far behind. I barely passed my exams last semester." Said Brian as he looked down at his feet.
Brian was lying through his teeth. He was actually a very bright student. He understood the course material, and was generally well liked by all of his professors. He told this lie, of course, to fish for a reaction from Shannon. After all, he knew her strict policy regarding bad grades.
"Does your mother know about this?" Asked Shannon.
"She knows I've been struggling. She just told me to buckle down and study harder." Said Brian.
There was suddenly a long pause between the two. Shannon had crossed her arms and stared into Brians eyes. She looked concerned and upset. She suddenly let out a loud sigh and then surprised Brian with her next question.
"Brian, do you remember the conversation you and I had years ago? We were standing right here, and Lauren was inside getting your moms tupperware." Said Shannon.
"Y...yeah, I think so." Stuttered Brian.
"What did we discuss that day?" Asked Shannon quizzically.
Brian paused and pretended to ponder what they had discussed long ago. Little did she know, he had been fantasizing about that conversation for five long years. He knew it by heart.
"I think we discussed my grades, and then you mentioned something about a wooden spoon." Said Brian with a subtle grin.
"That's right. And do you remember what I said after that?" Asked Shannon.
"I think you said something about coming to you if the tutor didn't help my grades." Said Brian. His face had reddened considerably and his stomach had knotted up with excitement.
"That's right, Brian. And here you are. The tutor isn't working, and you're standing on my driveway. Isn't that a little ironic?" Said Shannon with a smile.
"I guess it is. I guess you're just going to have to spank me." Uttered Brian somewhat jokingly.
He couldn't believe what he had just said. The word was out. The word that had always made him horny, regardless of the context. The word he had always struggled to say. He was expecting Shannon to laugh, but instead, she took what he said very seriously.
"Do you think that kind of punishment would help you?" Asked Shannon curiously.
"I guess it might. I mean, I'm kind of out of options at the moment." Said Brian nervously.
"Have you asked your mom for a spanking?" Asked Shannon.
"No way. She doesn't believe in that." Said Brian confidently.
Shannon took a deep breath. Brian wanted desperately to know what his beautiful neighbor was pondering in front of him. After a few moments of thoughtful and somewhat uncomfortable silence, she had revealed a peculiar offer.
"Brian, I'm only offering this to you because I care about your future, and I realize the importance of a good college GPA. The fact that you're barely passing your classes is deeply concerning to me. I'm also a little disappointed in your mother for not taking more action in the matter. I'm assuming your parents are paying for your education?"
"They are." Said Brian obediently.
"Then I would think they would be taking this situation a bit more seriously. It sounds like you have a lot of catching up to do, young man."
Brian's eyes widened the moment Shannon called him a young man. It had made him feel small and powerless given the context and the stern tone of her voice.
"So, here's my offer. You will study at my house three days a week for the rest of the summer. You will bring all of your textbooks, and you will sit at my kitchen table and study. I will make you lunch, and quiz you from the book. I will also give you homework."
Brians jaw dropped as Shannon filled him in on her plan. She spoke quickly and with a sense of authority that he had never experienced before.
"Now here's the kicker. If I catch you cheating, slacking off, or mouthing off, then you will be spanked. You'll also be spanked if you get anything less than an 85% on a quiz. And if you're late with your homework, or late to a study session, then I'll make sure that little bottom of yours is nice and sore for the remainder of the day. This has worked for my daughter in the past, and I'm sure it will work for you."
"What will Lauren think about all of this?" Asked Brian hesitantly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing from Shannon.
"She has a summertime job, and will be out of the house on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Those will be the days that you will come over to study. This arrangement can be our little secret. Just know that if you miss a day, then the deal is off. You have to really want to improve in order for this plan to work. So, what do you say?"
Brian was stunned at Shannons plan for him. He wasn't expecting to have to give up such a huge portion of his summer to study material that he had already learned. On the other hand, he wanted desperately to be spanked. He knew he would have a hard time forgiving himself if he passed this opportunity up.
"Okay, I'll do it. When do we start?" Asked Brian casually. He tried his best to hide his excitement.
"I think we should start right now. I think you've been long overdue for a spanking, young man. So if you're serious about this arrangement, then you'll come right inside and go across my lap." Said Shannon sternly.
"Yes, ma'am." Replied Brian as he quickly stumbled off of his bike and activated the kickstand.
Shannon suddenly reached out and grabbed Brians forearm. She then led him up the driveway, into the garage, and into the house. She let go of his arm in the kitchen, and paced over to the stove to retrieve a thick wooden cooking spoon. She then made her way over to the kitchen table, where she pulled a chair out and scooted it into the middle of the kitchen.
Brian stood nervously with his hands in his pockets as Shannon dragged the chair across the room with the mean looking wooden spoon in hand. He was attempting to hide his already noticeable erection. The whole situation seemed so surreal to him. He couldn't believe he was about to be spanked for the first time in his life. He realized that everything was eerily aligning with his fantasies. It felt as if he was in the middle of a vivid and exciting dream.
Shannon snapped him out of his gaze by grabbing his arm once more and pulling him towards the lone chair in the center of the kitchen. His hands came out of his pockets during the commotion, which revealed the bulge in his pants. Shannon paid no attention to his arousal, and calmly sat down on the armless wooden chair. Brian stood before her with his hands at his sides as she lectured him.
"You know, Brian. You're actually getting off pretty easy. If you were my son, I would have you transferred to a local college. Then, I would move you back in under my roof and spank you every single night before bed until those grades improved." Said Shannon as she reached for Brians waistband.
Brian instinctively reached for the front of his pants, but his hands were quickly smacked away. He looked down at his throbbing erection as Shannon unzipped his pants. His face was beet red.
"Don't even think about resisting this. All spankings are given on the bare bottom in this house. That's part of the deal." Said Shannon as she tugged Brians pants down to his ankles.
She then pulled down his briefs, which caused him to blush even more. He felt vulnerable as he stood in the middle of Shannons kitchen, bare bottomed with a hard on. He looked down at her lap, knowing full well that he was about to be pulled across. His heart fluttered when he felt her feminine hand grab hold of his wrist.
"Over my lap you go, naughty boy." Said Shannon as she tugged him to the side and pulled him across.
All of Brians weight suddenly fell onto the center of Shannons strong thighs. His feet had lifted high up off the ground, and he wiggled and bucked against her knees. His erection pressed and rubbed firmly against her flesh. He had a very intense orgasm after just seconds of squirming against her lap. His cum spurted out as his moans filled the kitchen. The sound of smacking soon followed as Shannon quickly went to work.
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Brians moans soon turned into screams and sobs as he kicked his legs in pain. His erection had completely vanished. Shannon hit with all of her strength at a very fast pace. The sting of the spoon cracking against his backside was enormous.
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"Now let's just hope..."
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"that a full summer..."
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"of quizzes..."
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"homework..."
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"and studying..."
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"will help catch you up in school."
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"And if I have to..."
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"put you across my knee..."
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"and spank your little butt..."
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"every single week..."
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"to ensure that you stay focused..."
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"then I will."
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"OUUUCHHH!"
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"I'm doing what your mother should be doing right now."
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"And you should be thankful."
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Shannon suddenly slowed down the pace of the smacks. She held Brian firmly in place as he continued to kick and sob. Soon, she stopped spanking all together and rested the hot wooden spoon against his back.
"Here's your first homework assignment, Brian."
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"OUUUCH!"
"I want you to sit on this hot bottom of yours tonight..."
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"and write me a letter..."
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"thanking me for the opportunity..."
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"that I'm giving you."
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"Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am." Said Brian through his sobs.
"Good."
SMACK
"You may stand up and pull up your pants. Then, I'll walk you to the door."
SMACK
Brian complied and allowed Shannon to help him to his feet. He quickly rubbed his sore and tender bare bottom before pulling up his pants. He then looked down shamefully at the mess he made on Shannons lap.
"Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. Lauren leaks on me all the time. It's nothing to be ashamed about." Said Shannon as she stood up and guided Brian to the door.
"We'll start on Monday. I expect you to be here at 8am sharp. Do you remember what will happen if you're late?"
"Yes ma'am." Sniffled Brian.
"And what's that, young man?"
"I'll get spanked again." Said Brian tearfully.
"That's right. You'll find yourself right back across my lap getting your bare bottom soundly smacked. Now, be safe getting home." Said Shannon as she watched him step outside.
"And remember your homework assignment." Said Shannon as she wound her firm hand back and delivered a final smack to Brians jean clad bottom.
THWUMP
"OUCH! Yes, ma'am!" Said Brian. The sudden blow had nearly sent him flying off of Shannons front porch. He quickly made his way back to his bike, and fiercely pedaled home.
Brian made sure to put a lot of effort into his homework that night. He could have sat on one of his pillows as he typed it out, but he decided not to. The stinging pain on his bottom reminded him of the highly erotic and painful spanking that had occurred earlier that day. Once finished with the heartfelt letter, he climbed into bed and stroked himself until he achieved a beautiful climax.
He was purposely five minutes late on Monday, and Shannon kept her word. It was right back over her lap for a dose of the wooden spoon. He spent the rest of that day sitting on a freshly spanked bottom while studying his textbooks.
Monday wasn't the last time Brian was spanked that summer. In fact, Brian found himself draped over Shannons strong lap during nearly every study session. At first he purposely failed tests, showed up late, and mouthed off. After awhile, he just started asking to be spanked. And Shannon was always happy to provide.
The College Spanko
Connor lugged his heavy backpack over his shoulder as he unlocked the door to his dorm room. His roommate was taking a night class, which gave him the perfect opportunity to spend some time alone. He tossed his backpack under his bed and climbed onto his mattress. He then flipped open his laptop and surfed the dirty web.
Soon, the distinct sounds of smacking spilled out of his laptop speakers and into the quiet room. He had subscribed to a very well known porn site that featured dominant women and submissive men. The scenes were domestic in style, and almost always ended with a man crying his eyes out over a beautiful woman's lap.
The video he was watching that evening showed a tall blonde haired women sitting high up on a bar chair. A man dangled across her lap with his shorts and underwear pulled down to his ankles. The women smacked at his bottom vigorously with a bath brush while lecturing him about being a better husband.
Connor stroked his cock rapidly and let his fantasies run wild. He had always wanted to be spanked by a beautiful woman. He loved the idea of being controlled and put in his place. Connor had always been fascinated with spankings. The thought of relinquishing control and being punished by a strong women had appealed to him for as long as he could remember.
Connors session was suddenly interrupted when he heard his roommate fumbling with his keys on the other side of the door. He frantically closed his laptop and buttoned up his pants as his roommate, Devon, opened the door.
"Hey man, I thought you had class." Said Connor. He was slightly out of breath and a bit frustrated.
"The professor didn't show up so we got let out early." Said Devon as he dropped his backpack at the foot of his bed.
Connor watched as Devon laid down on the bed parallel to his. He then looked up at the ceiling and thought about the research paper that was due in three days. He figured that since he wasn't able to delve into his fantasies, he would put his mind on his schoolwork instead.
Connor tossed his books and laptop into his backpack and stood up from his bed. He stretched and cracked his back, and then stepped into his shoes. He then hoisted his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his keys.
"I'm going to hit the library." Said Connor as he stepped out into the hallway.
"Later, dude." Said Devon. He then rolled over in bed.
The long row of doors paired with the pale concrete walls had always made the dorms feel a bit claustrophobic. He had always liked going to the library to escape the noise and the drama of dorm life.
The walk to the library wasn't bad. It was a warm night and several students were laying out on the grass and walking about. He pushed open the heavy wooden doors and made his way into the older wing of the library. His heart raced bit when he saw his crush, Melanie, sitting alone at one of the large oak tables.
Connor had liked Melanie since the first day he laid eyes on her. She was smart and beautiful. She didn't waste her time partying and goofing off like the rest of the freshman girls. She was the truest version of herself and she was confident with who she was. She had a very athletic build with a plump round butt and toned thighs. She wore tight blue jeans and a T-shirt with the university logo printed on the front. She looked like the stereotypical sorority girl, but she was quite the opposite.
Connor sat down next to Melanie and set his bag on the table. They had often studied together and proofread each other's writing. She looked up at him through her long dark hair and smiled.
"Hey Connor, how's that research paper going?" Said Melanie.
"Not great. I'm about four paragraphs in. I'm really stressed out about it." Said Connor as he opened his backpack.
"Do you want me to look it over?" Asked Melanie.
"That would be awesome." Said Connor as he retrieved his laptop from his bag.
Connor opened the laptop only to slam it shut seconds later. He hadn't closed the internet browser after the close call with Devon, which meant the webpage showing the tall blonde spanking her naughty husband had appeared on the screen in front of Melanie. It may have only been visible for a brief moment, but he knew she had seen it judging by her immediate laughter.
"Did I just see what I think I saw?" Asked Melanie as she giggled at Connor.
Connor couldn't think of anything to say. He couldn't believe how careless and stupid he had been. Nobody knew about his desires, and he was very insecure about them. All he could do was stare down at his closed laptop in shame.
"Earth to Connor. It's okay, I'm not going to tell anyone." Said Melanie as she waved her hand in front of Connors face.
"Melanie, I'm really sorry you had to see that." Said Connor. He still wasn't able to make eye contact.
"It's okay, Connor. Like I said, I won't tell anyone about this. But I am a bit curious." Said Melanie.
"Curious?" Asked Connor.
"Yeah, I'm curious. Are you into being spanked?" Asked Melanie.
Connors face turned bright red. He had never had an open discussion about spanking in his life. He had never been spanked in the past. It had always been a mysterious turn on that he had never experienced. He had admittedly fantasized about being spanked by Melanie. She was his crush, after all.
"I... I guess I've always been kind of curious about it." Said Connor. He was struggling to even utter the word "spanking" in front of Melanie.
"What do you like about it?" Asked Melanie. She had rested her chin on her fist and gazed at Connor curiously.
"Well, I guess I like the idea of not being in control. I've always wanted to..." Connor stopped to collect himself. He was still in a slight state of shock.
"Wanted to what?" Asked Melanie.
"I've always wanted to feel exposed and helpless." Said Connor uneasily.
"Have you ever been spanked before?" Asked Melanie.
"Nah. Nobody else really knows about this." Said Connor as he looked down at his shoes.
Silence had swept over the two for a moment. The image that Melanie had seen on Connors computer had sparked her curiosity. She had always had a bit of a crush on Connor, and often caught herself admiring his plump little booty. She pictured Connor laying face down across her lap with his ass in the air. She imagined herself looking down at his round little cheeks and fondling them. She then thought about smacking his cheeks red and watching him wiggle and squirm. She was becoming very aroused.
"You know, you can ask if you want." Said Melanie with a grin on her face.
Connors eyes widened with excitement. "Would you do that to me?"
"Do what, Connor?" Asked Melanie. She was having fun teasing him a bit.
"S..spank me?" Said Connor nervously.
Melanie giggled at him. "Of course I'll spank you. I could use a break from studying. We'll need to find a more private spot though. How about your dorm room?" Asked Melanie.
Connor felt chills run up his spine at the thought of being spanked by Melanie. He couldn't believe she was being so open to the idea. "Devon is in my dorm now. How about your dorm?"
"Kayla was there the last time I checked. I guess we'll have to wait until we have a room to ourselves." Said Melanie.
Connor thought for a moment, and then an idea came to mind. "Devon's class was cancelled tonight, which probably means the lecture hall is empty. We could go there."
"You could be my naughty little student." Said Melanie with a playful grin. She then sat up and grabbed her backpack. "Let's go check it out."
Connor agreed and quickly collected his things. He excitedly followed Melanie out of the library. He couldn't resist watching Melanie's curvy and round butt strut and bounce as she walked. He also admired her long and toned legs. He pictured Melanie's sexy little butt sitting in one of the armless chairs. He imagined her patting her strong lap, inviting him to lay across like a little child. His erection was growing fast.
After walking a few blocks, they opened the door to one of the many large buildings on campus. It had gotten late, and most of the classes had emptied out. The hallways were desolate and dark. Melanie led the way to one of the larger lecture halls. She opened the door, causing the automatic fluorescent lights to flicker to life.
Rows of empty seats towered over them. The class sat close to 150 students. The ceiling was tall and their voices bounced off the white and grey walls.
Melanie strutted up to the front of the class and took a seat on top of the professors desk. She crossed her legs elegantly and then pointed to one of the chairs in the front row.
"Take a seat, young man. You're in big trouble. We need to have some words about the test you took earlier." Said Melanie sternly. Her voice filled the room. She wasted no time getting into character.
"Yes ma'am." Said Connor as he took a seat obediently.
"I know you cheated on the test, young man. Not only did I see you cheat, but several of your classmates noticed as well. Do you know what happens to naughty little cheaters in my class?" Asked Melanie.
"Th... they get spanked, ma'am." Stuttered Connor. His face was bright red and his dick was rock hard. He loved the role play that Melanie had started. He felt very naughty and small.
"That's right, young man. They get spanked. I think a sore bottom will make you think twice next time. Wouldn't you agree?" Asked Melanie.
"Yes ma'am. I feel really bad about it. I'm sorry." Said Connor.
"Well, you should be." Said Melanie as she hopped down from the desk and wheeled the professors chair into the center of the room.
"You're going to have a nice cry over my knees tonight. I will not tolerate that kind of bratty behavior in my classroom." Said Melanie as she took a seat on the armless chair.
Once Melanie was seated, she looked up at Connor and glared. "I want you to come over here and lay face down across my lap." Ordered Melanie as she patted her thigh.
"Yes ma'am." Said Connor obediently.
Connor stood up and walked over to Melanie's right side. His eyes were fixated on her toned, jean covered thighs as he stood beside her. She gave her knee another pat and looked up at him impatiently.
"Over you go, naughty boy." Said Melanie sternly.
Connor lowered himself onto Melanie's knees. He felt like a bad little boy as he shifted into position and presented his jean clad butt for punishment. His feet dangled and his hands touched the floor. His hard penis pressed firmly into Melanie's thighs. He kicked his legs and wiggled against her knees playfully, which made him feel even smaller and more vulnerable.
"Do I feel an erection on my lap, young man?" Asked Melanie as she cupped Connors right butt cheek.
"I'm sorry, ma'am." Said Connor as he stuck his butt out a little more. He loved the feeling of Melanie's hand on his ass.
"You should be sorry. Being spanked by your teacher is nothing to get aroused about." Said Melanie as she raise her palm high up in the air.
Soon the sound of smacking rang out and echoed throughout the large classroom. Melanie smacked with a cupped hand, which had amplified the sound. She made sure to smack every square inch of Connors jean clad little bottom. Her rhythm was precise and fast paced.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
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Melanie could tell that Connor was enjoying himself. She could easily feel his hardness against her thighs. She noticed that Connor humped her legs after every blow. His tight little bottom wiggled and bounced on her knees.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"You're such a bad little boy."
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"The next time I catch you cheating..."
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"I'll be sure to spank you in front of the whole class."
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"I thinks it's time that we bare this naughty little butt of yours."
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Melanie then quickly and forcefully pulled his pants down. Connor was shocked at how strong Melanie had been. The spanking soon started up again. She spanked much harder.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Ouch! Owwww!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Bad, bad boy!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Connor kicked and wiggled. The loudness of the smacks were starting to concern him. He thought of being walked in on by a group of students, or a custodian. He was sure the cracks could be heard from outside of the room. His butt was on fire at this point as well. He was shocked at how thorough Melanie had been. It was as if she had given dozens of spankings before.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Ouch, Melanie, it hurts!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Spankings are supposed to hurt, you little cheater!"
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Connors dick began to soften considerably, and his cries soon turned into a soft whimper. His high level of arousal that he had started with had quickly vanished after Melanie had bared his butt. The sting of her firm hand was starting to make an impression.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
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Melanie was silent for the rest of the spanking. All that could be heard was Connors weeping under the loud cracks of her hand. She continued to spank until Connors bottom was a bright shade of red. Connor was relieved when she stopped.
Melanie rubbed Connors hot bottom for awhile as he lay whimpering across her lap. The room felt oddly quiet and calm after the volley of smacks.
"Are you going to cheat on a test again, young man?" Asked Melanie curiously.
"No, ma'am." Connor sniffled.
"Good. Now stand up and give me a hug."
Connor Stood up and pulled his pants up. Melanie then embraced him, and placed a soft kiss on his lips. She then cupped both of his butt cheeks with her hands. She could feel the heat radiating from them.
"So what did you think?" Asked Melanie.
"I loved it." Admitted Connor. He blushed as he looked her in the eyes.
"I'm glad." Giggled Melanie. She then kissed his lips again. This time, with a little tongue.
Melanie locked eyes with him again, and rubbed his round cheeks. She imagined a future with Connor. She was quickly falling for him, and she knew that he felt the same way. Her newfound interest in dishing out spankings was beginning to flourish.
"We should do this more often." Said Melanie with a grin on her face.
Connor agreed, and leaned in for another kiss.
Sledding
The snow fell in large clumps from the grey and cloudy sky as Tim sat atop the hill and waxed his sled. Every once in awhile he would look up and admire the cold landscape. He watched as dozens of families slid down the hill. Their bright colored jackets popped against the whites and the grays that surrounded them.
Tim set the wax down and scanned the crowd for his girlfriend. He finally spotted her climbing up the left side of the hill with her sled in hand. Her thick red hair flared out from her wool hat. The snow crunched under her boots as she approached.
"Let's go down together." Said Monica as she set her sleigh down and then plopped down next to her seated boyfriend.
"Alright, how about a race?" Said Tim with a grin.
"Are you sure you want to get beat again? I win these things every time, you know." Said Monica teasingly.
Tim blushed as he thought about his loosing streak. His girlfriend had dominated him in just about everything. She was much taller and stronger than he was, but that didn't stop him from challenging her. He was confident in his sled. The couple had always bonded over competitions and games.
"I'm sure. I think I've got you beat this time." Said Tim as he looked over his sled proudly.
"Alright, babe. Just don't get too butt hurt like last time, or else I'll make sure that butt hurts ten times more at the bottom of the hill." Giggled Monica.
Tim blushed at her remark. Monica loved to hint and tease about spanking. She'd been spanking him on a regular basis since they first started dating. He knew she was serious about her playful threat, too. She'd spanked him several times in public places in the past. She was a bit crazy in that way, and Tim admittedly loved that about her.
"Whoa! I'm so scared." Said Tim sarcastically.
Monica grinned and stepped up to her boyfriend. She pressed herself against him and put her lips up to his ear.
"You know, Timmy. I would spank you right here and now if all of these kids weren't around." Said Monica softly. She then kissed him on the cheek and patted his butt a few times.
Tim's dick hardened considerably after her threat. He grinned at his girlfriend as she stepped back towards her sled. He watched as she crouched down and started waxing. He was amazed at how sexy her butt looked in her thick snow pants. She had a curvy and toned figure that Tim often drooled over. After awhile, Monica stood up and grabbed her sled.
"Alright, Timmy-boy. Let's do this." Said Monica confidently.
"It's on." Said Tim.
The couple lined up their sleds evenly at the crest of the hill and got ready to push off. Monica studied the terrain for a few moments. There was a wall of stacked hay bails at the bottom of the hill. Beyond the wall stood a vast network of thick pine trees.
"First one to reach the hay bails wins." Said Monica.
"Got it." Said Tim.
"We'll go on 1." Said Monica. She waited for a group of kids to clear the hill before starting the count.
"3... 2... 1!"
The couple kicked up snow as they pushed off. Monica took an early lead and maintained it. Tim hadn't stood a chance. Monica skidded into the hay bails and looked over her shoulder at her trailing boyfriend. She laughed as he slid in behind her. She immediately noticed the pouty look on his face.
"What did I say about getting butt hurt, Timmy?" Asked Monica.
"I just wish I could win for once. I never fucking win." Said Tim. He looked and sounded half his age.
"Well, I won fair and square. I'm not going to go easy on you. Plus, you should have known that I would win. I'm heavier than you. Typically, the heavier you are, the faster you go." Said Monica.
Tim responded by grabbing his sled and throwing it as hard as he could into a hay bail. He then stomped through the snow like a child.
"Do I need to teach you a lesson?" Asked Monica sternly as she watched her boyfriend throw a temper tantrum.
Tim didn't respond. He climbed onto the wall of hay bails and sat on top. He then looked down at his boots quietly.
"So now your not talking to me?" Asked Monica. She had stood up and put a hand on her hip.
"I'm just sick of fucking losing. And you're always bossing me around." Said Tim under his breath.
"Oh poor baby. Does someone feel emasculated? Are you going to puff out your chest like a big man?" Said Monica jokingly.
"Maybe I fucking do feel emasculated. You beat me at every game we play, and you spank me for god sakes." Said Tim in a low pitched yet sharp tone. He didn't want anyone around to hear of his subordination.
"Well, if I remember correctly you asked me to start spanking you when we first met. And you seem to enjoy them for the most part. And I'm not going to apologize about beating you at all of our little competitions. If it's bothering you so much, then maybe we should stop playing games all together." Said Monica.
"I guess... I just really wanted to win this time." Said Tim in a raspy and low pitched tone. He was fighting to hold back the tears.
Monica sighed. She felt bad for him, despite how immature he had acted. She managed to put herself in his shoes for a moment, and she understood his feelings. She loved Tim, and it broke her heart to see him hurting like he was. The sound of his broken voice almost made her want to cry. She paced over to the hay bail and held out both of her hands to him.
"Come here..." Said Monica as she waited with her arms opened wide.
Tim looked down at his beautiful girlfriend and then wiped a tear away from his eye. He had always been sensitive and emotionally vulnerable, and Monica had always understood that about him. He suddenly jumped down from the bail and walked into her embrace. He nestled his cold nose into her warm neck and sniffled. Monica wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly.
"I'm sorry for being insensitive earlier. I get where you're coming from, Timmy. I really do. But I don't like it when you act half your age and throw temper tantrums when your feelings get hurt. You're way too old for that, and it's embarrassing to be with you when you act that way." Said Monica in a soothing voice.
"I'm sorry, Monica. It was just stupid pride. You're right about everything. And I do love playing games with you, even if I do lose all the time." Said Tim. His voice was muffled from her scarf.
"It's okay, Tim. I'm glad we're having this talk. I can tell a lot has been weighing on your mind. Maybe it would be best if we took a break from the whole spanking thing for awhile. I don't want you to start resenting me for it. Okay?" Said Monica. She rubbed his back gently as she spoke.
Tim suddenly pulled away and looked her in the eyes. His face was bright red and his eyes were puffy. He reached out and held onto both of her hands.
"Please don't stop spanking me, Monica. You have no idea how much it means to me. They help me be a better man, and they bring us closer together. Plus, you were right about me kind of liking them. The softer ones, at least." Said Tim.
Monica's heart fluttered in her chest. She couldn't deny how effective their spanking routine had become. She had grown to love dishing out spankings as their relationship flourished. She was starting to get horny just thinking about smacking his little butt. She smiled and then wrapped her arms around him again.
"I'm so glad you trust me enough to discipline you, baby. I think you're in desperate need of a little reminder after that tantrum you threw." Said Monica.
"I think you're right. I feel awful about how I acted. I'd feel so much better if you punished me. Can you please spank me?" Said Tim as he buried his face into Monica's chest. He felt vulnerable.
"Of course, baby. I just want you to know that I spank you because I love you. I mean that, Timmy. I love you so much." Said Monica as she stepped back and looked him in the eyes.
"I love you too." Said Tim.
Tim felt breathless in that moment. He slowly leaned in, and Monica met him half way. They kissed under the grey sky. Monica pulled away for a moment and lightly patted his bottom a handful of times.
"What do you say we hop over these hay bails and warm up that bottom of yours?" Asked Monica with a grin.
"Yes ma'am." Said Tim. His heart raced with anticipation and excitement at the thought of being spanked outside.
The couple tossed their sleds over the wall and climbed over the bails. The pine trees towered high overhead and thickened. The smell of a distant campfire filled the air.
"We'll probably have to go further into the woods. We'll stop when we can't hear the kids on the hill." Said Monica as she stepped into the brush.
Tim agreed and followed along behind her. They had left their sleds at the wall and hiked through the thickening woods. They followed a small trail that had likely been left by a deer. Soon the sounds of the kids sledding on the hill faded. All that could be heard was their footsteps crunching through the snow.
"I think I see a clearing ahead, baby. It should be the perfect spot." Said Monica as she trudged through the snow.
The clearing was smaller than expected. Tim looked back and realized that he could no longer see the hay bails or the sledding hill behind them. Monica scanned the clearing for a place to sit.
"It looks like I might have to sit in the snow, which means you'll be laying in it." Said Monica.
"Oh, great." Said Tim.
"Look on the bright side, babe. I'm sure you'll be feeling nice and warm during the walk back after I heat up that bottom of yours." Said Monica as she sat in the snow.
"Now lay across my lap, you bad little boy." Said Monica as she patted her thighs.
Tim crouched down next to his seated girlfriend and then lay face down across her legs. He immediately felt her strong hand cup his bottom while her other hand hugged his waist. He rested his head in his arms to avoid getting a face full of snow.
"This is what you get for throwing tantrums, baby." Said Monica as she raised her gloved hand.
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THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP
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Tim could barely feel the smacks on his bottom. His snow pants were far too thick. He was also wearing a pair of jeans and underwear underneath. Monica smacked over his layers just a few more times before telling him to stand up.
"Alright, brat. Bare that little bottom of yours and climb back over." Said Monica.
Monica sat in the snow and watched as Tim pulled down both pairs of pants. She then giggled as he pulled down his underwear.
"How are you possibly erect in this cold of weather?" Joked Monica.
Tim blushed as he stood in front of Monica with his pants and undies around his ankles. His legs were freezing.
"Can we hurry this up? I'm freezing over here." Said Tim.
"I don't think I like your attitude, mister. Why don't you waddle into the woods and find me a switch. You're going to be very sorry." Said Monica sternly.
Tim nervously complied.
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Tim's cute little bottom stung and burned with each step he took while walking back to the car. Monica had made an impression with the switch. She had been thorough, and heated up his backside nicely. He couldn't wait to get back to Monica's apartment and warm up with her on the couch.
Tim fidgeted in the passenger seat of the car as Monica drove carefully through the snow. He was relieved when they finally made it back to her cozy apartment. They both changed out of their snow gear and into soft pajama bottoms and cotton t-shirts. They were soon cuddling under a heavy blanket on her couch.
"How's that naughty little bottom feeling, baby?" Asked Monica curiously.
"It burns like hell."
They both giggled at the response. Monica suddenly stood up from the couch and walked to the bathroom. She came out holding a big bottle of lotion and a soft towel.
"How does a little aftercare sound?" Asked Monica.
"I would love that." Said Tim excitedly.
Tim watched as Monica set the lotion and the towel on the coffee table and took a seat next to him on the couch. He looked down at her strong and inviting thighs. Her girlish polka dot pajama bottoms looked soft and warm.
"Stand up and take off all of your clothes. I want you completely naked." Said Monica as she scooted to the center of the couch.
"Yes ma'am."
Tim was soon standing butt naked in front of his girlfriend. He had a full erection. He watched anxiously as Monica unfolded the towel and placed it across her thighs. Monica took note of his excitement. She knew how much he loved aftercare.
"Alright, sweetheart. Come lay down across my lap. And make sure to keep your legs spread wide for me."
Tim eagerly complied. He was soon bottoms up and spread eagle before his girlfriend. He felt naughty and childish as his dick pressed and poked into Monica's warm lap. Monica was pleased with what she saw. She noticed the stripes she had left on his bottom from the switching had turned a darker shade of red. Almost purple.
"Feel free to rub against me, baby. I know you want to." Said Monica as she leaned forward to grab the lotion.
Tim immediately began thrusting himself against his girlfriends strong thighs. He suddenly felt the coolness of the lotion on his bruised fanny as he wiggled and rubbed against her.
"Keep those legs spread, baby." Said Monica as she rubbed the soothing lotion into his bottom.
"Yes, ma'am." Said Tim.
Tim was beginning to breath loudly. He moaned and humped as Monica soothed his bruised backside. He soon ejaculated onto the soft towel. He lay motionless and out of breath. Monica patted his lotioned bottom and giggled. She then leaned forward and kissed him on the neck.
Zoe Spanks
Zoe sat next to Kyle on his creaky futon. She looked into his eyes and placed her hand on his knee.
"Let's not hold anything back, okay?" Said Zoe in a soft voice.
Kyle looked into Zoe's big green eyes. Her streaky black and red hair fell wildly onto her tattooed shoulders. She wore faded skinny jeans with holes in them, showing off her bare white thighs. Her eyes always seemed to captivate him and make him feel small.
The couple had been talking about their future, and expressing their deepest desires. They had been together for a little over a year, and things were really starting to take off.
"Okay." Replied Kyle in a shaky voice. "There is one thing that I've been wanting to ask you. It's always been a difficult topic for me to discuss. It embarrasses me just thinking about it."
Zoe reached out and grabbed hold of both of his hands. She held them gently and scooted closer.
"Whatever is on your mind, I'm sure we can figure it out together. I'll always have your back, Kyle." Zoe said in a soft and comforting tone.
Kyle felt Zoe's fingers in the palms of his hands. She had a special way of connecting with him on an emotional level. Kyle took a deep breath. He felt vulnerable, but he trusted Zoe with all of his heart.
"I... I'd like you to..." Kyle stuttered and took another deep breath. Zoe gently squeezed his hand. She could tell he was having a hard time opening up.
"It's going to be okay, baby." Zoe said as she stroked his hand and looked him in the eyes.
"I was wondering if you could start spanking me." Said Kyle in a low pitched and muffled tone.
"Spank you?" Asked Zoe, making sure she had heard him correctly.
"Yes. I've always wanted to be punished like that. It's always been a turn on for me." Said Kyle nervously. He could tell that his request had temporarily caught Zoe off guard.
Zoe noticed that kyle's face had turned bright red. She thought it through, and smiled as she imagined herself smacking Kyles toned little butt.
"I think I can do that for you." Zoe said cheerfully.
Kyle's face lit up at her response to his outlandish request. He was finding it hard to contain his excitement.
"Do you want a spanking right now?" Zoe asked with a grin on her face.
Kyles face turned beet red. He was getting hard. The situation seemed so surreal.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Do you want a nice spanking, or a mean one?" Zoe asked, still grinning.
"I guess we could start with a nice one." Said kyle in a low and anxious tone.
"How do you want it? Do you have a preference?" Asked Zoe curiously.
Kyle thought for a moment, and then smiled. "Surprise me."
Zoe giggled and kissed him on the lips. "As you wish, naughty boy."
Zoe suddenly let go of Kyles hands and scooted to the center of the futon. She then glared at kyle through her messy bangs.
"Climb over my lap, kiddo." She said as she patted her thighs and laughed.
"Yes, ma'am." Kyle said with a smirk on his face. His dick had hardened considerably. He got onto all fours and crawled closer to Zoe.
Zoe giggled and watched as her boyfriend crawled up to her. He then lowered his tight, jean clad bottom onto the center of her lap. She immediately felt the stiffness of his penis against her legs. She took a deep breath as she rested her left hand over the small of his back. She then cupped her stronger hand and placed it on the center of his round bottom.
"You've been a very bad boy, Kyle." Zoe said as she gently rubbed her hand over his perched up bottom. She was having fun playing such an unfamiliar role. She could tell Kyle was enjoying every second of it too.
"Your apartment is filthy. When was the last time you cleaned up in here?" Zoe asked in a stern and playful tone.
Kyle rubbed against her legs as he felt her warm hand cup his right butt cheek. "I... I don't remember, ma'am."
"You don't remember?" Zoe asked in disbelief as she raised her open palm over the center of his butt.
SLAP
"What kind of answer is that?" Zoe asked as she wound up again.
SLAP
Kyle moaned a bit and wiggled against Zoe's lap as her strong hand connected with his bottom.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. Thank you for spanking me. I'll try harder, I promise."
Zoe giggled as she rubbed his bottom. "You'd better start trying harder. I hope this new spanking regiment will encourage you to take up healthier habits."
Zoe suddenly wound up, and began smacking his bottom at medium strength. She held him close as she struck him quickly, covering the entirety of his butt.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
"Just wait until I start giving you harder spankings."
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"I don't think you'll be humping my legs as much when I start using my hairbrush on your bare backside."
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Zoe picked up the pace of her slaps as she playfully scolded Kyle. She had never spanked anyone in her life, but giving a spanking to kyle felt natural. She felt an overwhelming sense of trust and intimacy as she held her boyfriend down on her lap.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
Kyle was in a state of pure ecstasy as the playful slaps rained down on his denim covered backside. The light spanks didn't hurt much, but he was starting to feel a warm and tingly sensation develop on his derrière. He thought about Zoe using a hairbrush and swatting at his bare bottom with all of her strength.
"Please take control, Zoe..." Kyle said as he thrusted against her. "I'll do anything for you."
Zoe paused and rested her hand on his warm cheeks.
"I'd be happy to take control, Kyle." Zoe said as she rubbed his arched back.
She had never felt so emotionally connected. She thought about this new and exciting chapter in their lives. A sudden wave of euphoria swept over her as she thought about dominating Kyle. She knew that this new arrangement would undoubtedly bring them closer together.
"I think the first step to being dominated is to do exactly what I say, and right now, I want you to take off your pants and underwear." Zoe said sternly.
"Yes ma'am." Said Kyle as he got up from Zoe's lap and started unbuttoning his jeans.
Zoe smiled at him as she watched his every move. Kyles pants fell to his knees and then he quickly pulled his boxer briefs down. Zoe ignored the state of his erect penis, and patted her lap once more.
"Over you go, you little brat." She said as she took him by the forearm and pulled him across.
Once Kyle was settled, he immediately began humping Zoe's strong thighs. His bottom was perched up high once again. He felt Zoe's fingers run across his bare bottom. He then felt another volley of light smacks that barely stung the surface of his skin.
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"You're bare little butt is turning a nice shade of pink." Zoe said as she smacked away at Kyles bouncing bottom.
As Zoe spanked, she couldn't help but admire the curves and plumpness of her reddening target. Kyle had a very cute and round bottom. His cheeks were toned, but they had a nice bounce to them. His little butt crack was slightly split, giving her a view of an area that she hadn't explored. The idea of spreading her boyfriends butt cheeks and exposing him further made her pussy wet. She thought about running her finger along his anus, and smacking it as well.
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"So kyle, what do you think?"
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"Do you want this kind of treatment on a regular basis?"
Kyle looked over his shoulder at his seated girlfriend. She looked down at his red face, awaiting his response.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good boy. I'm excited about this new dynamic. I think it will do wonders for our relationship."
Zoe smacked at kyle's bare bottom for a few more minutes. He moaned and wiggled on her lap as she covered his bottom with red handprints. Just as she was about to stop, she noticed kyle's humping escalate. Kyle moaned and held onto her as he thrusted himself against her legs. Zoe watched kyle's red little butt wiggle and squirm. She suddenly felt a warm dampness against her jeans. Kyle had cum on her lap.
Zoe giggled and stroked kyle's bottom as he lay breathless. "What a naughty little boy! You really do like being spanked, don't you? Why don't you get up and stand in the corner while I change out of these jeans."
"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."
"It's okay little one. I can assure you that you won't cum during your next spanking. I have quite a few exciting plans for you. You're going to be a VERY sorry little boy!"
A Spanking in the Woods
The engine of Kayla's old SUV roared as she drove down the wooded road to the local state park. Her boyfriend, Josh, was in the front seat fiddling with the radio. The couple had planned on taking a hike through the woods and getting away from the bustling city. Josh turned the knob of the radio once again, but could only find a fuzzy country station.
Kayla laughed at his attempt. "Don't worry about it baby, I think we're here."
Kayla parked her SUV on a gravel lot that overlooked a flowing river.
Josh shot Kayla a playful glance. "Finally, I was getting sick of this country music bullshit."
Kayla suddenly put a hand over Josh's mouth and looked him in the eyes. "Hey, you know how I feel about swearing, mister!"
Josh laughed and apologized. Kayla was a good girl and the love of his life. Kayla was 26 and Josh was 23. They had been together for years.
Josh got out and stretched his legs. The park was beautiful. The gravel parking lot turned into a paved path that led through the woods and bordered the river. Josh could see a bridge in the distance that crossed over the crashing waves. The trees were orange and red with a little bit of green.
Kayla held out Josh's sweatshirt as a gust of wind crept up. "It's getting cold, don't forget this." Said Kayla. She then kissed him on the neck and started layering up.
Kayla wore tight washed bluejeans with holes at the knees and a purple zip up wind breaker. Josh watched as she pushed her long brown hair out from under her jacket. Kayla was beautiful. She was about 3 inches taller than Josh. She had played tennis and volleyball through high school and had a very athletic figure.
Josh pulled the sweatshirt over his head and held out his hand to Kayla. "Ready?"
Kayla smiled, she had been waiting for this day for a long time.
The sky was turning grey as the couple reached the bridge that crossed the cold river. They were having a great time exploring the beautiful park. On their way to the bridge, they noticed a network of smaller paths that led deeper into the woods. Some of the paths had signs with arrows pointing to the different campgrounds.
The couple walked along the bridge and stopped in the middle. They looked through the gate and down at the crashing waves. Kayla took hold of Josh's hips and pulled him in close. The wind had picked up during their walk. It was getting colder.
Josh's hands rested at the small of Kayla's back as her hands drifted down to his ass. She loved to squeeze his bubble butt while making out. She had always told him that he had the cutest little bottom. This normally made Josh's cheeks turn a bright shade of red.
Kayla leaned in for another kiss as she slowly rubbed Josh's butt. His cheeks felt round and toned under his tight fitting jeans. Kayla could no longer resist the urge. She suddenly wound up and smacked his left butt cheek with her strong hand. Josh's eyes widened after the impact. He could feel a slight sting, but it went away quickly.
Kayla smiled at him and stroked the side of his face. "That was for swearing in the car."
Josh laughed and shook his head. "So what, you're going to spank me now?"
Kayla shifted closer to him and looked down into his eyes. "That was just a little swat. If you keep acting like a brat than I'll pull your pants down."
Josh was starting to feel excited. "You wouldn't dare!"
Kayla locked eyes with Josh. "Oh yes I would." She said with a smile. "I can feel that dick of yours getting hard against me. Do you like the idea of getting a pants down spanking in public?"
Josh's face turned red as he looked down at her breasts. Kayla quickly grabbed his chin, bringing him up to eye level. "You really are getting hard, aren't you? You're such a naughty boy." Said Kayla as she brought her hand up again.
SMACK
Josh jumped and then scanned the park nervously. He felt exposed and vulnerable being manhandled by his girlfriend on the middle of the bridge.
Kayla grabbed his chin again. "Boys with cute butts and filthy mouths get spanked."
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Every time Kayla smacked his butt, his dick thrusted against her crotch. Josh's jean clad butt stung for a moment, but Kayla rubbed it away with her warm hands. Josh now had a full erection despite feeling paranoid and anxious.
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"Maybe I have been a little naughty. I just don't want anyone to see us." Said Josh nervously.
Kayla squeezed his plump cheeks one last time and then grabbed him by the hand. "Lets take a little walk, sweetie. I think we can find a nice little spot in the woods where I can put you in your place."
Josh was suddenly being pulled by his girlfriend. He watched her round butt strut from from side to side as they left the bridge and walked along the path. They soon stumbled upon a sign pointing towards a pavilion. Kayla pulled Josh onto the leaf covered ground and into the wooded path.
"This should be perfect." Said Kayla excitedly.
Josh followed along helplessly while keeping an eye out for witnesses. He still had a massive erection, and he knew that it would be visible to anyone that happened to be walking by.
The couple soon reached a massive clearing. There were picnic tables along the edge of the trees and a large shelter in the center of the opening with a stage inside. Josh didn't see anyone but he noticed a bathroom to the left.
Kayla pulled him by his wrist to the shelter. "See, I told you we would find a place. I think that stage should do just fine."
Josh grumbled and moaned. "What if someone is in the bathrooms?"
Kayla sighed and looked back at him. "This spanking is happening, Josh. You still have an erection for goodness sake! Just admit to me that you want this." Kayla said as she pulled Josh into the pavilion. She suddenly let go of his wrist and hoisted herself onto the stage, taking a seat at the edge.
Josh looked up at Kayla's strong lap, which was almost at face level. Kayla's feet dangled from the edge of steep stage. "Fine. I want it." Said Josh eagerly.
Kayla laughed and then scooted her butt back on the stage. "Good boy. Now climb up here and lay across my lap."
Kayla patted her right thigh as Josh lifted himself onto the stage. A gust of wind blew through the shelter house, carrying yellow and brown leaves with it. Josh knelt down next to Kayla's awaiting lap.
Kayla gave her thigh another pat. "I want you over my knees right now little boy. Hesitating will only make things worse."
Josh felt Kayla's right hand cupping and pushing his jean covered bottom forward as he leaned over. His penis was soon pressed firmly against the center of Kayla's lap. She grabbed ahold of Josh's hip and cupped one of his plump cheeks with her strong hand. She adjusted herself and made sure his tush was positioned high up in the air.
The cold breeze picked up again as she started smacking his bottom with the palm of her hand. She hit one bouncing cheek after another in a rapid pace. She could feel his hard dick thrusting against her warm thighs after every smack.
SMACK "You're" SMACK "Such a naughty" SMACK "Little boy!" SMACK SMACK SMACK
Josh's butt felt warm and tingly. His jeans and underwear provided a lot of padding but he knew that it wouldn't last for long.
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After 200 hard smacks to Josh's denim covered rear, Kayla ordered him to get up and take his pants and underwear down.
"Kayla, I don't want to get naked." Said Josh desperately.
Kayla responded with a fury of smacks to the center of his butt. Josh yelped and cried as Kayla held him down and lit a fire on his pants.
"You're getting a pants down spanking, little boy. Now do as I say or I'll make it much worse."
Josh still refused. His paranoia was getting the best of him. He suddenly felt Kayla's hand reach under him. She then yanked him up off of her lap.
"I guess I'll have to do it myself." Said Kayla in a frustrated tone.
Kayla quickly began unzipping his pants and pulling them down. Josh tried to stop her but was smacked on the hand and scolded. Kayla quickly pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees. Josh's erect penis flipped up and down in the cold air after catching on the waist band. Kayla grabbed his dick and pulled him back over her lap.
Josh's penis pressed snuggly against Kayla's warm thighs as he felt a cool gust of wind against his bare bottom. Kayla immediately began to warm it up, peppering both cheeks with the palm of her hand. Josh began to thrust harder and squirm rapidly.
Kayla took a quick break and began pulling his pants and boxers completely off. Josh kicked and squirmed as she completely bared his bottom and legs. His pants and briefs fell to the ground in a heap in front of the stage.
Josh could feel the cool fall breeze against his bare legs, but his bottom was hot and sore. Kayla made sure to prop him up and spread his cheeks to show his little bum hole and scrotum. He immediately felt a cold gust of wind hit his anus while Kayla pulled his cheeks apart.
"This is what you get for not cooperating with me. How does it feel to be completely exposed?" Kayla scolded.
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Kayla started hitting her hardest. Josh began rapidly thrusting against her thighs again. The sound of the smacks echoed inside the pavilion and carried away in the breeze. Kayla began smacking his thighs and the tender spots near the anus. Josh began to kick his feet on the stage as he cried out. He was getting very close to having an orgasm.
Josh stopped caring about somebody seeing him at that point. All he wanted to do was cum on Kayla's lap as she roasted his upturned tush. As Kayla started the grand finale of smacks, Josh humped her legs mercilessly until his body tensed up and he let out a series of orgasmic moans.
Kayla knew what had happened but she didn't care. She continued to spank his bottom. After Josh's orgasm, he lay on Kayla's lap like a worn out rag doll.
Kayla decided to end the spanking with 100 hard swats to the sit spots. She made Josh count them aloud. His bottom was a deep crimson and he was in tears by the time she let him up.
After Josh was let up, he climbed down from the stage and stood in front of Kayla. She was still sitting on the stage, but she scooted forward and opened her legs. Josh buried his face in her crotch and began to sob. Her arms wrapped around his head and shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her butt. He was still naked from the waist down and his red bottom was on display for anyone to see.
Kayla held him close and gave him comfort. She could feel the stain on her jeans but she didn't care. Josh asked in a sobbing voice if he could rub his bottom, she told him no. His bottom was on fire and he began dancing from foot to foot as he wrapped his arms around her.
"But Kayla, it hurts." Josh moaned.
She squeezed him tighter "I know it does baby. At least nobody saw your naughty bottom getting spanked by a girl!"
Josh buried his head deeper into her crotch and cried.
Valentine
Michael watched from his seat at the table as his girlfriend, Michelle, set a big plate of pasta down on the soft white table cloth. A set of tall candles flickered against the dining room walls, setting a romantic and intimate mood. The wind blew fiercely outside, and big drops of rain crashed against the nearby window.
Once the table was set, Michelle took her seat and crossed her long, toned legs in a very feminine and elegant way. She wore a beautiful red silk dress, coupled with the shiny necklace Michael had given to her last Christmas. Her long wavy hair was tied into an intricate bun, and she wore a pair of thin framed rectangular glasses, which had always complemented her beautiful brown eyes.
The couple enjoyed each others company as usual. They sipped wine as they ate, and giggled at each others jokes. They had been together for two wonderful years, and loved each other very much. They shared nearly everything with one another, but despite the lighthearted conversation, both Michael and Michelle were feeling very nervous that night, and for two very different reasons.
There had been a casual break in conversation, and Michael took a moment to stare at the flowers at the center of the table. He had gotten them earlier that day, along with a heart shaped box of chocolates that he had hidden in the kitchen. He was never a huge fan of giving cliche gifts, but chocolates and flowers hadn't been the only thing he had planned. He had something very special planned for Valentine's Day, and he had been trying to gauge when to make the big reveal. He reached into his pocket and felt the rounded box with the ring inside. The anticipation was nearly unbearable. A big part of him just wanted to get it over with, just to put his nerves at rest.
Michelle was also caught up in a series of deep thoughts. Her heart had fluttered each time she looked down at the rectangular shaped gift she had wrapped up and placed at the center of the dinner table earlier that day. The pink wrapping paper glistened and sparkled from the candlelight. Within the box lay an object that she knew would certainly change the course of her relationship with Michael. She had kept it a secret from him for far too long, and she had grown tired of hiding her desires. And what better day to share her intimate secret than Valentine's Day? She looked up and noticed Michael's thoughtful and far away stare from across the table, which had sparked her curiosity.
"What are you thinking about, sweetie?" Asked Michelle.
"Nothing much, really. Just thinking about how pretty you are." Responded Michael with a goofy wink. He knew his response had been somewhat unoriginal and cheesy, but it had made Michelle smile nonetheless.
"You're so sweet, Michael." Said Michelle. Her tone of voice was a bit reserved.
"I have something for you." Said Michael as he stood up from his chair.
"Oh, really?" Said Michelle curiously as she watched Michael disappear into the kitchen, only to return with his hand behind his back.
Michael strutted happily over to where Michelle was seated. She giggled at his comical demeanor as he approached. He then revealed the big box of chocolates he had gotten at the store earlier.
"Happy Valentine's Day. I love you so much." Said Michael as he crouched down to her level and kissed her on the forehead.
Michelle's face lit up with joy. She opened the big box and gazed down at all of the delicious treats. She then looked up to see Michael presenting a beautiful diamond ring. She froze in her chair, and tears of joy suddenly began to roll down her cheeks.
"Michelle, I've loved you since the day I first laid eyes on you. Will you marry me?" Asked Michael somewhat nervously.
"Of course I will." Said Michelle excitedly. She then stood up and wrapped her arms around him.
After a long and tear filled embrace, Michael gently slid the ring on her finger. It was then that he noticed a somewhat troubled expression on Michelle's face.
"What's wrong, Michelle?" Asked Michael. He imagined Michelle suddenly changing her mind, and taking the ring off. But that wasn't the case.
"I... I don't keep many things from you, Michael. But, I think being married to each other means that we should be 100% transparent with one another." Said Michelle nervously.
Michael nearly choked up. He immediately thought of the worst case scenario. He thought that perhaps Michelle had been having an affair, which would have undoubtedly shattered him. He couldn't think of any other secret that she could be keeping. Still, he didn't want to jump to conclusions. That had always been a bad habit of his.
"You can tell me anything." Said Michael, bracing himself for a potentially heartbreaking scenario.
Instead of responding right away, Michelle took hold of the gift that she had gotten for Michael and held it in her hands for awhile. She then took a deep breath, and gathered her thoughts.
"I've always had trouble speaking about it, so I hope you'll be able to connect the dots with my gift." Said Michelle nervously as she held the rectangular box out to Michael.
Michael looked down at the box curiously. It's pink, glittery wrapping paper had captivated him. He soon flipped the box over, and gently unwrapped it. He then removed the lid, and was soon staring down at a beautiful wooden paddle. It was roughly the size of a hairbrush, and had a nice shiny finish to it. He glanced up at Michelle for a moment with a goofy grin on his face.
"Is this really what you were so nervous about? I wish you had told me about this earlier. Plenty of women like to be spanked." Said Michael as he took hold of the small paddle and smacked it against his palm.
"Actually, sweetie, you've got it all wrong. It's interesting that you silly men always think that the paddle is meant for my ass. I have no desire to ever receive a spanking from you. I want to give them. I want to spank you, Michael." Confessed Michelle.
Michelle was admittedly slightly irritated with Michael's response. It was similar to the many other responses she had received in her past relationships. All of the other men she had told had always been so quick to play the dominant role, but then seemed to judge her and wimp out at the idea of actually being spanked by a women. Of course, all of these past encounters had made her feel insecure about her desires.
"You want to spank me?" Asked Michael in a rather quizzical and surprised tone of voice.
"That's right, Michael. It's something that I've always desired. I can't explain why, but I'm going to need that kind of dynamic, especially if we end up getting married." Said Michelle.
Michael took a step back and then slowly made his way back to his chair. Once settled, he looked down at the wooden paddle once again, studying it and feeling its weight. He imagined what it would feel like to be smacked with it. He had only been spanked a handful of times in his life by his stepmother, and she had only used her hand.
"I know this is sudden, but if you have any questions, please let me know." Said Michelle as she took her seat at the other side of the table and tried her best to read Michaels body language.
"I guess... I want to know more about this dynamic you have in mind, and what it is about the whole thing that interests you so much." Said Michael as he continued to study the paddle.
"Well, I could talk for hours about that." Chuckled Michelle. She was beginning to feel more confident in herself now that her secret was out. It had been a huge burden for her over the years, after all.
"I don't mind. I'm listening." Said Michael.
"Alright, well I'll try to keep it short. I think what I like most about it is the amount of love it takes for a man to agree to be spanked by his wife. And, of course, the amount of love it takes for a wife to commit to spanking her husband. It's a give - give scenario, and I truly think that it can benefit both people in a relationship. I love feeling dominant and powerful, but in a maternal and loving sort of way. And it's intimate, as well. The thought of holding you down across my lap while delivering as many swats as I want to your backside is intoxicating. Knowing that I would have the power to spank you whenever I please, and knowing that you'd submit to me every time without complaint is just icing on the cake. I want to take care of you, guide you, and discipline you. I want to be in control. That doesn't mean I'd be a total bitch to you, but it does mean that you would have to be willing to follow a set of rules." Said Michelle. She hadn't explained her desires to another person in such a long time, but she found that the response still came naturally.
"Well, there's no question that I love you enough to give this a try. And I do think it might be fun on occasion. But I'll be honest, I'm a little uneasy about being controlled and disciplined. I really like our equal dynamic, and it would be really hard for me to give that up." Said Michael.
"I understand that. And I would never expect you to embrace this dynamic right away. I just want you to know exactly what I'm looking for. And if we do get married, then I'll expect you to submit to me." Said Michelle.
"That makes sense, and I'm glad you told me. I just don't know where to go from here. Are we still engaged, or should we give it some time?" Asked Michael as he lightly patted the thick paddle against his palm.
"I think this is going to be a huge factor when it comes to the future of our relationship, and I realize that it may not work out. So I think starting slow is the best course of action. Let's hold off on the engagement for now. This is in no way a rejection to you. I love you so much, but it's only fair that you know what you're getting yourself into." Said Michelle.
"Okay. So, when do we start?" Asked Michael somewhat nervously.
"If you're serious about trying this out, then I'll spank you right after dinner. And I can tell you're nervous about it, but please don't be. I'll be nice the first few times, and then build up the number of swats as time goes on. Besides, I don't want to hurt you too much on Valentine's Day." Giggled Michelle.
Michael agreed to the plan. He continued to play with the heavy paddle as they finished up dinner. He couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to be physically punished by his girlfriend. He was slightly relieved to hear that Michelle wouldn't go too hard on him. In fact, a lot of his nervousness soon turned into excitement. With that being said, he also felt a mixture of different feelings as well. He began to feel like less of a man in a lot of ways. He wondered what all of his friends might think of his new situation. He thought they might label him a "whipped man", and not just in the literal sense. He would undoubtedly be teased about it. Needless to say, he had no intention of telling anybody.
"Hey, Michelle. You won't tell anybody about all of this, will you?" Asked Michael.
"Of course not, sweetie. A few of my close girlfriends might know about my interests, but I won't say a word to anyone else. And I'm sure they'll keep their lips sealed about it, and that's if they even remember." Said Michelle.
"Which girlfriends, and why wouldn't they remember?" Asked Michael.
"Well, I told Sandy, Jessica and Alex. But that was way back in high school. Of course, that was a really long time ago, so it wouldn't surprise me if they forgot." Said Michelle.
"Oh, okay." Said Michael.
Michael had only met Michelles old friends from high school a handful of times, and they all seemed trustworthy for the most part. They had all been on the cheerleading squad together back then. Overall, he was okay with the situation. Besides, he was going to try his hardest not to let a little insecurity stand in the way of the love he felt towards Michelle. In fact, the biggest obstacle that stood in the way at that moment seemed to be the wooden paddle that he was holding so casually. After a few thoughtful moments, Michelle suddenly broke the ice.
"Well, are you ready?" Asked Michelle with a grin.
"Yeah, I guess so." Said Michael with a nervous smile. He then stood up and held the paddle out to Michelle.
"I guess this really belongs to you." Said Michael as Michelle took hold of the implement.
"I guess it does. Now follow me to the bedroom, you naughty little boy." Said Michelle with a playful grin.
Michaels heart fluttered in his chest after hearing Michelle speak to him like that. He found that he was, in fact, gradually beginning to feel like a naughty and helpless little boy. He followed Michelle through the kitchen, and his heart fluttered a second time when she reached back and took hold of his wrist. He couldn't help but to think back to his last spanking that his stepmother had given him all of those years ago. He couldn't quite remember what he had done to earn it, but he did remember being dragged into the house by his wrist, and being placed right across his stepmothers knees as she sat on the living room sofa.
"You're going to be sitting on a nice, warm bottom by the time I'm finished with you." Giggled Michelle as she gently pulled Michael into the bedroom.
Michelle quickly set the wooden paddle down on her nightstand, and then pulled Michael into her arms. She looked into his eyes as she spoke to him, and her hands slowly gravitated down to his plump little butt cheeks. She squeezed his ass firmly, and playfully messaged it. She could feel Michaels stiff erection pressing against her soft silk dress. She was pleased with his reaction, it was certainly a good sign.
"This ass belongs to me now, sweetie." Said Michelle after planting a soft kiss on Michaels forehead.
"Y...yes, ma'am." Stuttered Michael.
Michael couldn't believe how fast Michelles demeanor had changed since their conversation at dinner. He had never seen her act so strong and confident. In that moment, he felt an overwhelming desire to serve her. He also felt much smaller than her, both physically and mentally.
"Now let's get these pants off of you." Said Michelle as she took a seat on the bed. She then split her knees and pulled Michael in between her legs.
Michael looked down at the top of Michelles head as she worked at undoing his pants. She had taken her time unfastening his belt and unzipping his fly. He could soon feel her fingers slip into the waistband of his pants, and before long, she was slowly tugging them down to his ankles.
"Step out of those pants, Michael." Said Michelle as she briefly glanced up at him.
Michael did as he was told. He couldn't believe how embarrassed he was beginning to feel. The situation was so surreal to him. Walking around naked in front of Michelle had never phased him, and she had slid his pants down numerous times prior to having sex in the past. Yet here he was, feeling an overwhelming since of embarrassment and vulnerability just from having his pants lowered to his ankles for a spanking. The real kicker was that she had even left his underwear on, but that hadn't made a difference when it came to his dignity at all. In fact, his tighty whities had never made him feel so childish in his life, especially while standing in front of his fully clothed girlfriend awaiting further commands.
Michelle felt weightless and full of excitement as she looked over her man in his newly submissive state. She suddenly hiked her dress up and out of the way, exposing her long, toned thighs. She couldn't wait to say that magic phrase, the phrase that she hoped Michael would become very familiar with. It consisted of four simple words, usually followed by something like: you naughty boy. The four words prior to that, of course, were get over my lap. And that's exactly what she said to Michael as she scooted herself back on the bed and pressed her thighs together.
"Get over my lap, you naughty boy!"
Michelle wasn't the thickest women out there, nor was she the strongest, but she was quite tall compared to most other women. In fact, her tall, elegant build had made Michael feel half his size as he positioned himself across her thighs. After wiggling himself into place, Michael felt Michelles fingers gently racking across both of his butt cheeks, which had caused him to giggle a bit. The ticklish sensation didn't last long, though. He was soon met with a series of light smacks to the seat of his underwear.
Michelle maintained a steady pace for quite some time. She swung at Michaels sit spots, which had been partially covered by the leggings of his underwear. She didn't hit him hard, but she was experienced enough to know that hitting at a lighter strength over a long period of time would prove effective at heating up his bottom. And that's exactly what she did.
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"So Michael, do you feel like a naughty little boy yet?" Asked Michelle as she slapped his cheeks.
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"Yes, ma'am. Very naughty." Said Michael with a subtle laugh.
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Michael was quickly falling in love with the new submissive position he was in. His bottom was getting quite hot, and there was a very slight sting involved each time Michelles hand had clapped down on one of his butt cheeks. He playfully wiggled about atop her lap, which had stimulated his stiff penis. Her smooth, creamy thighs admittedly felt great each time he thrusted against them.
Michael stuck his butt out a bit when he felt Michelles fingers digging into the waistband of his underwear. He was expecting her to yank them down, but instead, she hiked them up into his butt crack. Michaels eyes widened at the unexpected wedgie. He heard Michelle giggle a bit at his reaction. She then held his underwear firmly in place at the small of his back with her left hand, and continued spanking with her right. The wedgie, of course, completely exposed his two little butt cheeks, ridding them of any sort of protection.
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Michelle donned a big smile as she smacked Michaels upturned tush. It had been awhile since she had delivered a spanking, and she was happy to have a boyfriend so willing to submit to her. After awhile, she released Michaels underwear and tugged them down to his knees. She then caught a glimpse of her new diamond ring as she started in on him again. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Michael, and was soon overcome with excitement at the thought of their marriage becoming a reality.
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"I love you so much, Sweetie. I really hope this works out." Said Michelle.
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"I love you too, babe. Please keep spanking me." Begged Michael.
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"With pleasure, hun." Said Michelle as she raised her hand a bit higher. She was soon smacking much harder and faster than before.
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Michael was soon thrusting himself vigorously against Michelles lap. He even started to moan a bit as he inched his way closer to a magnificent climax. Of course, Michelle was very pleased with his level of excitement. She smacked even harder as he humped her thighs. Soon, she felt an unmistakable warm, sticky wetness explode onto her thighs. She stopped smacking and smiled down at Michael, who lay motionless across her knees. His cherry red bottom was still propped up and at her disposal.
"Did somebody make a mess on my knees?"
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." Replied Michael breathlessly.
"Well you should be sorry. I don't remember giving you permission to cum on me. This kind of thing can't go un-punish, Michael. I think you need a few hearty swats with the paddle for that." Said Michelle as she reached over and grabbed the wooden implement.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry again." Said Michael.
"Well you're about to be begging for me to stop soon, young man. You deserve this." Said Michelle with a grin as she raised the paddle high overhead.
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"OUCH! MICHELLE! STOP IT! PLEASE!"
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"This is what a real spanking feels like, Michael. And this is what you'll have to endure in order for our marriage to work out."
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"AHHHH! PLEASE!" Pleaded Michael.
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Michelle stopped for a moment, and rested the thick paddle against Michaels burning cheeks. She then began to rub his back with her left hand, comforting him as she spoke.
"Well, what do you think? Are you still willing to give this a shot?" Asked Michelle hopefully.
"Of course I am. It hurts like hell, but I'd do anything for you. I love you so much." Said Michael. He was relieved that the smacking had stopped for the moment.
"I'm so glad to hear that, baby. I can't wait to see what our future holds. Now how about five more big spanks. Then we can go sip some coffee by the fire." Said Michelle.
"Yes, ma'am. Sounds good." Said Michael as he braced himself.
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OUCH!
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AWW!
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OUCH!!
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"And one to grow on." Said Michelle with a grin.
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"Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie." Said Michelle as she set the paddle down on the nightstand and rubbed Michaels throbbing butt.
"Thanks." Muttered Michael under his breath.
Despite his muttering, he was thankful to Michelle. He was let up from her lap, and sent to go make the coffee while she cleaned the sticky mess off of her thighs. Soon, they were snuggled up next to each other by the fire place with their hot coffee mugs in hand.
The couple had taken some time to adjust to their new lifestyle, and in no time, they were happily married. Michael soon came to realize that being spanked by his strong and dominant wife had overtime transformed him into a much better and more attentive man. He found that Michelles lap had almost become a second home to him. She would find any excuse to pull him across, and he would always happily endure her stingy paddle for one reason, and one reason only. Because he loved her.
Slumber Party
Jason cranked up the radio, hoping to drown out the obnoxious gossip coming from the back seat of his car. He had been forced to drive his little sister and her friends to a birthday party. Sydney's entire soccer team had been invited, and they were all going to stay the night.
Jason couldn't wait to get back to college. He despised driving his younger sister around, especially when it involved picking up her loud and obnoxious friends. He hated the fact that none of them drove, despite all of them being eighteen years old. They were like little kids that needed to be chofered around, and he found it pathetic.
"So Jason, are you going to hang out with us for a little while tonight?" Asked Jennifer from the back seat.
"Ew, why would you say that?" Said Jason's sister in a repulsive tone. She then reached back and gave Jennifer a hearty punch to the shoulder.
"Don't worry, sis. I could think of a hundred better things to do tonight than go to your lame little slumber party." Said Jason in a snarky tone.
"Like what, smoke weed with your stoner friends? Oh wait, you can't, because you're grounded. I guess that's why you're stuck driving me around this weekend." Replied Sydney with a grin.
"Look who's talking. You girls are eighteen and you're still having slumber parties and being driven around. Why don't you grow up." Said Jason defensively
"Wait, wait, wait... you still get grounded, Jason? Aren't you about to turn twenty?" Asked Lindsay from the back seat.
Jason's face turned bright red. His parents had always been strict. He also knew that Sydney was the golden child, and managed to get away with pretty much everything.
"That's none of your goddamn business. Now everyone shut up and let me drive." Said Jason as he firmly gripped the steering wheel and accelerated.
Sydney eyed him from the passenger seat. "You know, Jason. Mom wouldn't approve of you swearing and going above the speed limit like this. Do you remember what happened the last time you got a ticket?" Said Sydney with an evil smile.
The car fell silent for a moment. Jason's knuckles had turned white from gripping the wheel.
"What happens to him?" Asked Jennifer curiously, breaking the momentary silence.
"Don't you dare." Said Jason as he glanced over at his sister.
Sydney shot Jason a sinister smile and then turned to face the girls in the back seat.
"Jason still gets spanked."
The girls in the back seat suddenly erupted with laughter. Jason turned an even brighter shade of red as he quickly pulled into the driveway.
"That's not true. She's a liar." Said Jason defensively as he turned the car off and opened his door.
"You're not actually coming in with us, are you?" Asked Sydney fearfully as she watched her brother climb out of the car.
"Mom and dad asked me to check in with Makaylas parents." Said Jason as he made his way up to the front door.
"Oh my god, this is so embarrassing." Uttered Sydney under her breath.
Jennifer and Lindsay teased and prodded at Jason as they followed him up the steps to the front door. Each of the girls had a backpack slung over their shoulders and a pillow in hand. Jason rung the doorbell and waited anxiously with his sister and her two friends. He could hear a crowd of excited girls laughing and running through the house from behind the door.
"Hey, come on in girls." Said Makayla as she opened the door.
Sydney, Jennifer, and Lindsay ran inside and joined the crowd of girls. There had to of been at least twenty of them.
"Happy birthday, Makayla. Are your parents home? I need to check in with them before I leave." Said Jason.
"Thanks, Jason. My mom went to the store and my dad is out of town. My older sister, Katrina, is here though. Do you want to talk to her?" Asked Makayla.
Jason knew Katrina, although she probably didn't know him. She had been the captain of the cheerleading squad during high school.
"Sorry, I'll need to check in with your mom. Older sisters won't cut it." Said Jason.
"Well, you can come inside and wait if you want." Offered Makayla.
"Fine. How long do you think she'll be?" Asked Jason as he stepped into the house. He was getting annoyed. He had just about reached his limit when it came to dealing with squeaky sounding eighteen year olds.
"I don't know, thirty minutes maybe. Make yourself at home." Said Makayla as she led him into the living room.
Jason suddenly found himself being stared down by Sydney's entire soccer team. Jennifer and Lindsay looked just as curious as they had before. Sydney stood next to them with a grin on her face.
"So we hear you still get spanked." Yelled one of the girls in the crowd.
The crowd suddenly laughed and teased Jason mercilessly. He turned bright red again. He squeezed his hands into fists. His patience had finally run out. He looked down at his sister and shook with anger.
"I don't get spanked! Sydney, you're a fucking liar!" Screamed Jason. He then smacked Sydney on the back of her head, causing her to fall forward and shout out in pain.
The room fell completely silent. The crowd of girls looked at him in disbelief. Suddenly, Jason heard footsteps storming down the hallway and into the kitchen behind him.
"Excuse me?"
Jason turned around and noticed Katrina standing in the kitchen with her hand on her hip. She wore her old cheerleading sweatpants and a grey tank top. Her brown hair was wet and fell to her breasts. The crowd of girls gasped and watched excitedly.
"Look, I... I'm sorry. I..." Jason stuttered. He was at a loss for words. He had never liked being the center of attention. He had gone from feeling embarrassed and angry, to ashamed and slightly frightened.
"You should be sorry. How dare you swear like that and strike your sister. If you ask me, you haven't been spanked enough." Said Katrina.
The crowd of girls laughed at the sight of Jason being chastised. Sydney even managed to giggle as she wiped a tear from her eye.
"It's clearly time for me to leave." Said Jason under his breath. He then tried to walk passed Katrina but was pushed back into the living room. She then slapped him across the face.
SLAP
"You're not even going to apologize to your sister? You're the filthiest little brat that I've ever seen." Said Katrina as she squared up to Jason and slapped him again.
CRACK
"Ah! What the fuck! You're a psycho bitch, you know that?" Cried Jason as he covered his face.
"When is mom coming home?" Asked Katrina as she crossed her arms and glared at Jason.
"Thirty minutes or so. Why?"
"That should be plenty of time to teach this brat a lesson. Go fetch my hairbrush and a bar of soap from my bathroom." Said Katrina as she gritted her teeth.
The crowd of girls gasped at first, then cheered in support of the karma that was about to take place. Makayla hustled passed her sister and up the stairs to the bathroom.
"You can't be fucking serious." Said Jason as he rubbed his red cheek.
"I'm very serious. I'm going to blister your bottom and wash that filthy mouth out with soap. I'm sure this group of wonderful ladies will help me if you decide to resist." Said Katrina in a stern tone.
Jason watched as the crowd of girls stood up and surrounded him. He then saw Makayla appear from around the corner with a wooden hairbrush and a box of soap.
"Alright, ladies. Someone needs to keep an eye out for my mom while we punish the brat. Who's it going to be?" Asked Katrina as she took the box of soap from her sister.
"I'll do it." Said a blonde haired girl. She then made her way to the front of the house.
"You're not going to punish me. Who the fuck do you think you are?" Said Jason. He was starting to panic as he watched Katrina walk to the kitchen sink while opening the box of soap. He thought about running, but noticed that Makayla was blocking his path. She was holding the hairbrush above her head like a tennis racket, ready to swing if he came close.
"We'll see about that." Said Katrina as she lathered up the bar of soap with hot water. She then paced over to Jason and held it up to his face.
Jason stepped back, and then turned toward the crowd of girls. His sister stared at him with a smile on her face. They were blocking his path to the back door, but he decided to make a run for it anyway.
Katrina anticipated his escape, and quickly grabbed him by the waist and tackled him to the carpeted floor. She quickly turned him onto his back and mounted him. The crowd of girls soon grabbed hold of his arms and legs.
"Open your mouth!" Demanded Katrina as she sat on Jason's crotch and pressed the wet bar of soap against his lips.
Jason locked his jaw. He could feel dozens of hands holding onto him. Some of the girls were even sitting on his legs and arms, rendering them completely useless. His head was suddenly lifted from the carpet and nestled into Jennifer's lap. She then held his nostrils shut while she squeezed his cheeks together, forcing his mouth open.
"There we go. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Said Katrina as she forced the wet bar into Jason's mouth.
Jason moaned and struggled as he sucked on the big bar of soap. His eyes grew large and watery as he looked up at the crowd of giggling girls. Katrina held the soap in his mouth and scrubbed while Jennifer locked his head in place. After several long and miserable minutes of being soaped, Katrina finally stopped scrubbing.
"I think it's time for Jason's spanking. Girls, hold him down while I take off his pants. Jennifer, make sure he doesn't spit that soap out." Said Katrina as she stood up and quickly went to work unbuttoning his pants.
Jason wiggled his hips frantically. Sydney suddenly took a seat on his chest to minimize his wiggling. Katrina pulled at his zipper and then took hold of his waistband. She then pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees in one swift motion. The room of girls roared with laughter as they looked down at Jason's exposed penis.
Katrina fastened Jason's belt tightly around his knees, binding his legs together to prevent him from running away. She then walked to the kitchen and pulled a chair out from the table. She placed it in the center of the living room and then stood over Jason.
"Alright, ladies. Help me get him off of the floor and across my lap. Let's flip him onto his stomach first." Said Katrina.
The girls turned Jason onto his stomach with ease. Three of the girls sat on top of him and grabbed hold of his hands. They held them together behind his back as Katrina appeared with a roll of duct tape. She crouched down and quickly went to work taping his wrists together.
Jason had managed to spit out the bar of soap. He screamed at the top of his lungs and squirmed under the weight of the girls. Jennifer suddenly grabbed him from under the chin and shoved the soap back into his mouth. She held the soap in place and watched as Katrina finished binding his wrists.
"Use the tape to gag him." Demanded Katrina as she handed the roll of tape over to Jennifer.
Jennifer grabbed the tape and started wrapping it around Jason's head.
"That should do it." Said Jennifer as she admired her work. She noticed that Jason was only able to breath out of his nose. The bar of soap was taped securely in his mouth.
"Good job girls. Now work together and carry him over to me." Said Katrina as she strutted towards the chair in the center of the room.
The crowd of girls gathered around Jason and grabbed onto him. He immediately bucked his legs and moaned through the bar of soap as the group of girls hoisted him up. He looked up and noticed Katrina sitting patiently with the hairbrush in her hand.
Jason felt exposed and humiliated as he was carried over to Katrinas lap. His penis and balls dangled as the group of girls carried him. He was soon hovering directly over Katrinas sweat pant covered knees.
"Let him down easy, girls. I'll need a few of you to hold his legs down while I spank." Said Katrina as she slightly parted her thighs.
Jason struggled hopelessly as the group of girls slowly lowered him down onto Katrinas awaiting lap. He kicked his legs frantically the moment he was laid across. His penis began to stiffen as it rubbed up against Katrinas toned thighs.
Lindsay and Jennifer held onto Jason's legs as the rest of the group circled around and watched intently. Katrina held his duct taped wrists firmly against his back. She could feel Jason's dick hardening against her legs as she shifted in her chair. She pressed the wooden hairbrush against his butt cheeks for a moment, and then wound it up high over her head.
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Jason desperately kicked and wiggled on Katrinas lap. He moaned loudly and bit down as hard as he could on the bar of soap. His erection quickly resided as he felt the sting of the hairbrush against his bare bottom.
Katrina swung with all of her strength. She made sure Jason's bottom was perched up as high as possible. The crowd of girls giggled as Katrina spanked and chastised.
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"How does it feel to be overpowered by a bunch of girls and spanked across my lap?"
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"This is what you get for swearing in this house and hitting your sister!"
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Jason screamed through the soap and tears flooded his eyes as Katrina cracked down on his bottom. He had given up on trying to dodge the swats from the hairbrush. He was exhausted, and he knew that kicking and squirming wouldn't get him anywhere. He had been completely overpowered and dominated.
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"Hey, your mom just turned down the street!" Cried the blonde haired girl from the kitchen.
"Here you go, honey. Get a few good swats in before we stop." Said Katrina as she handed the brush over to Sydney.
Sydney grinned and looked down at her brothers welted bottom. She raised the hairbrush high over her target and brought it down hard.
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Jason moaned and gurgled. Tears fell from his eyes and onto the carpet. He had reached his breaking point. He was relieved when the smacks had finally stopped. He was suddenly lifted to his feet. Katrina quickly loosened his belt and hiked up his pants while a few of the girls in the crowd cut the duct tape away from his face. He spat the soap onto the floor and sobbed.
The girls worked frantically to clean everything up. Lindsay threw the bar of soap out while Makayla brought the chair back to the kitchen table. Jason stood in the middle of the chaos and rubbed his bottom. Suds from the soap trickled down his chin as he cried. Katrina grabbed a paper towel and started cleaning him up.
"There, there baby. It's all over. I hope you learned your lesson. Why don't you go out the back door. I'm sure you don't want my mom seeing you like this. But first, I think you should apologize to your sister." Said Katrina as she wiped Jason's mouth. She then cut the tape that bound his wrists.
Jason looked down at Sydney. She grinned at him and put her hand on her hip just as Katrina had done earlier.
"I'm sorry, sis. I was way out of line." Said Jason as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
"It's cool. I think you learned your lesson. I'm glad you ended up hanging out with us. You should probably go home and sit on an ice pack." Said Sydney with a smile on her face.
Katrina opened the back door for Jason. Before he could step out, she gave him a big hug and slapped his bottom one last time. She then put her mouth up to his ear.
"Give me a call sometime, naughty boy." Whispered Katrina as she took out a sharpie and jotted her number down on Jasons arm.
"Everybody say goodbye to Jason!" Yelled Sydney.
The crowd of girls waved and giggled as Jason stepped outside. He ran around the house with tears in his eyes. He winced in pain as he sat in his car. He had never felt so humiliated in his life.
He would never hit his sister or swear at her again.
Congratulations on the new blog! When it comes to mdlb and related content you are easily my favorite author! Very glad you have a dedicated place for your storys; never know when wattpad will take an unhealthy interest in ones profile though I'm very sure that was a consideration for making this blog in the first place.
ReplyDeleteAnyway welcome back, I'm super excited, and as always; Thank You for taking the time to put these out here for us to enjoy!
P.S. I like the theme by the way, its very clean!