In trouble at school, in trouble at home (m/f story)

It was Friday afternoon, and I could feel my stomach tying itself in knots as I slowly walked home. I had really hoped that Miss Winters wouldn't notice my little cheat sheet when I pulled it out in class, but the old bag was a lot more observant than she usually is. She was not happy when she spotted it, lecturing me in front of the entire class about how a good girl should behave. She even gave me detention, and I'd spent the last hour writing “I must not cheat” on the blackboard while she glared at me over her glasses. My arm stung like crazy by the time she let me go, but it wasn't my arm I was worried about. It was my bottom.

 

My parents had always followed that old line about “In trouble at school, in trouble at home.” The school didn't believe in corporal punishment anymore, but my parents certainly did! And being put in detention for cheating would definitely earn me a spanking. As I walked, I started chewing my fingernail and wondering how I'd get it. If dad was home, he'd probably take off his belt and bend me over a chair. He'd strap me until I was sobbing loudly. If I was lucky, he'd still be at work, but that meant being put across mum's knee for a dose of her old wooden hairbrush. Both options made my bottom tingle just thinking about it. Whatever happened, I certainly wouldn't be sitting comfortably this weekend.

 

When I came home, I put my backpack down near the door and spotted a note on the kitchen table. What was it now? Had the school phoned them, and these were their instructions for my punishment? Had they laid some terrible plans for my poor posterior? I picked up the note, and almost laughed out loud with joy. My parents had been planning a quick trip out of town during the weekend. They were supposed to leave Saturday morning, but had decided to take a few hours off work and leave today. There were some things about money in the jar and not spending it all on pizza, but I didn't care. They didn't know about my detention! My butt was safe.

 

That was the moment that my little brother chose to enter the kitchen. “Hi, Debra,” he said, reaching for a glass. “Late today?” Jack was three years younger than me, but his growth spurt meant that he was about the same height.

 

“Uh – I decided to do a bit of homework in the library,” I told him. I didn't want my younger brother to know I'd been placed in detention.

 

“No, you didn't,” he said flatly. “You've never done anything like that before, and I don't suspect you'll start doing it on a Friday.” He drank some water, and watched me with a look of curiosity on his face.

 

“Oh, I just went to the mall for a bit,” I said, hoping that would sound more believable.

 

“Then why didn't you just tell me that, instead of lying?” he said. I could almost feel his gaze trying to read the truth from my face, and feeling uncomfortable, I turned away.

 

“You got detention, didn't you?” he said at last, and chuckled at the look on my face. “What did you do?”

 

“N-no, I was just...” I said, still trying to bluff my way out of it.

 

“Don't lie to me! What did you do?” he said, with a strictness in his voice that surprised me.

 

“I... I cheated on a test.”

 

His eyes widened. “Wow!” he said. “When mum and dad hear about this, they're going to paddle your butt HARD!”

 

I winced. That was my guess too. “They don't know about it,” I pointed out.

 

“Not yet,” he replied. “But I don't see why I shouldn't tell them.”

 

Ah. That would be a problem. If Jack told them about this, my fate was sealed. I mentally went through my options, and in the end, I decided to look pleadingly at him. “Please, Jack,” I said, fluttering my eyelashes. “I've already been punished at school. You don't HAVE to tell them, do you? It could be our little secret. Just between you and me.”

 

I didn't like the look that suddenly spread across his face, but I kept fluttering.

 

“Debra, I'm going to give you a choice: Either I tell mum and dad about your detention, or I punish you myself.”

 

“Punish?” I asked, confused. What was he suggesting?

 

“I'll take you across my lap and spank your bottom,” he explained, a wide grin on his face.

Taunting (M/F story)

It was a calm Sunday morning, and Jill was about an hour into her shift at the diner. The place was almost empty, so even though it was only her and Helen who were at work at the moment, they weren't exactly overworked.

 

Feeling mischievous, she briefly slipped into the break room, where there was a full-length mirror. Turning her back to it, she lifted up the hem of her dress to reveal her pale cheeks – she wasn't wearing panties that day. She quickly snapped a picture with her cell phone and sent it to her boyfriend. “I think I forgot something when I got dressed this morning,” she wrote underneath, with a cold shiver running down her back and a smile on her face.

 

There was no doubt in her mind that when Kevin saw the image, he would smile at the sight of her naked backside and shake his head at her naughtiness. His mind would then start working on how exactly he would spank her for it. Her smile widened as she tried to imagine what he would do.

 

Maybe he'd be waiting for her in the living room when she came home, sitting in the chair with that evil grin of his. She would act all innocent, giving him a kiss and asking how his day had been. He would toy with her, telling her how wicked she was and how he was going to punish her severely. Then, he would order her across his knee, lifting her dress to expose her bare bottom. Or maybe he'd order her to take off the dress before she went across his knee.

 

He would probably start slowly, some gentle rubbing and slow spanks with his hand. She'd moan a little, wriggling her bottom to encourage him. But slowly, the spanks would get harder and faster, and she'd be hissing in pain and arching her back over his lap. Then, he'd pull out the implements.

 

Maybe he'd ask her to go fetch the wooden spoon, or that large wooden hairbrush he'd bought for her. She'd promise to be good, but he'd insist, and with a sad look on her face and a song in her heart, she'd bring it back and go back across his knee. Or maybe he'd order her to bend over and put her hands on the table, and she'd hear the sound of his belt being pulled from its loops. He'd double it over in his hand, and then he'd really let her have it.

 

Or maybe, if he thought she had been REALLY naughty, he would ask her to fetch the bath brush. She'd always had a love-hate relationship with that thing, but right now, when she was at work with un-spanked cheeks and it was still at home, miles away, there was definitely more love than hate. She'd scream and kick her legs as he thrashed her mercilessly, and when he was satisfied that she'd been sufficiently punished, he'd carry her into the bedroom for a long afternoon of love making.

 

She took a deep breath, trying to get the blush out of her cheeks before she returned to work. Playtime was still hours away, and she needed to focus.

 

About an hour later, she heard the door open as a customer entered the diner. She flashed her brightest smile at the newcomer, but the smile froze and she almost dropped the cup she was holding when she saw that it was Kevin. He smiled at her with his most wolfish grin, before making his way to a table in the corner. She tried to figure out why he had come here, but she had a feeling that she wouldn't like the answer.

 

She briefly considered asking Helen to bring him coffee instead. There was something very unsettling about the way he had looked at her. But Helen would just ask why she didn't want to bring her boyfriend coffee, and she wasn't sure what to reply. That she was afraid he might bend her over the table, lift up her dress, and spank her right in the diner?

 

She tried her best to look calm and collected as she approached him with a smile on her face and a hot cup of coffee in her hand, but she could see her hand trembling slightly as she put it down. “So, what brings you here?” she asked, trying to sound cheery.

 

“Stand on the other side of me,” he said, not acknowledging her question. He said it in a gentle voice, and there was a warm smile on his face, but there was no question that it was an order. She did as instructed, and as he chatted away about the weather or something of that sort, his hand started to creep up her thigh.

 

She was about to back away, but a quick glare from him kept her in place. “They can't see my hand,” he explained calmly, his smile returning to his face. “We're too far away for anyone to hear anything, and the booth is blocking their line of sight. All they can see is the back of my head, and your face.” His hand crept further up. “As long as you keep a happy smile on your face, no one will suspect a thing.”

 

She wanted to squirm when his hand brushed against her labia, but she did her best to look like nothing was going on. She kept chatting away, and had a feeling that she was just saying words at random, but that didn't matter – no one could hear her, except Kevin. His fingers kept toying with her, and several times, they almost entered her.

 

She felt a small tinge of disappointment when he pulled his hand away. He tutted. “Showing up to work without underwear. What a naughty girl you've been.” He wiped his hand on a napkin. “You know you have to be punished for this.”

 

“Couldn't we... couldn't we do this at home, instead?” she asked him, with the same fake smile plastered on her lips. “Please, sir? Pretty please? I'm sure you're eager to try out that new riding crop you bought....”

 

He placed his hand thoughtfully on his chin, as if he was seriously considering her suggestion. It was an act, of course – when he had decided on a punishment, nothing she could say would ever sway him. But he still pretended that it could, giving her some small quantity of hope before he ruthlessly took it away again. “No, I think not. I think we'll deal with your transgression right here, where it took place.”

 

“But I left home without panties,” she said. “I didn't take off my panties when I arrived here, I just never put them on. So really, that's where I should be punished.”

 

“Are you arguing with me, Jill?” he said. His voice was still calm and friendly, but she could still sense the threat behind his words.

 

“N-no, sir,” she replied immediately. “I will do what you tell me, sir, I promise.”

 

“Of course you will.” To her great surprise, he then turned around, and with a friendly smile, he waved Helen over.

 

“Hi, Kevin. What brings you here? Let me guess, you just couldn't be away from your girlfriend for a whole shift?”

 

“Guilty as charged,” he said, pretending to be embarrassed.

 

“You know, I don't think I've ever seen a couple like you two. Just as in love now as when you met.”

 

“Can you blame me?” he asked as he looked lovingly at Jill. He then looked almost apologetically at Helen. “Do you think there's any chance we could borrow the break room for a while? I have something I wanted to discuss with Jill in private.”

 

Helen snorted. “Sure, 'discuss'. That's one word for it, I suppose.” She thought about it briefly. “Sure, I don't see why not. Just make sure you keep the noise down and leave the room as you found it, and I'll make sure you're left alone.”

 

“Thank you so much,” Kevin said. Jill just kept smiling. When Helen had gone back to the counter, Kevin turned back to her. “I want you to go to the break room, find a pen and some paper, and start writing 'I have been a bad girl and deserve a good, hard spanking'. I'll be there in a few minutes to grant that request.”

 

He sent her on her way with a sharp slap on the seat of her dress. She blushed, but glancing around the diner, it didn't look like anyone had noticed. When she went behind the counter, Helen walked up to her to whisper in her ear. “An amorous encounter at the workplace. You know, I sometimes wish my boyfriend was as adventurous as yours.”

 

“You don't know the half of it,” Jill whispered back.

 

She entered room and did as instructed, starting to write the sentence. “I have been a bad girl and deserve a good, hard spanking,” she whispered to herself as she wrote, squirming around on her chair as she imagined his hard palm striking her tender flesh. Pretty soon, she wouldn't have to imagine it.

 

By the time he arrived, she had written three full pages, and had just started on the fourth. “Good,” he remarked. He folded up the paper and put it in his pocket. “Stand up and place your hands on the table.”

 

She did as instructed, and he lifted the hem of her dress. He let his hands run all over her bottom, pinching and stroking her curves. Suddenly, he placed his left hand at her back, and slapped her backside hard with his right. She squealed.

 

He chuckled. “I would suggest you keep your voice down,” he told her. “Unless you want to explain to Helen what is happening in here, and why?”

 

“I will try, sir,” she replied obediently.

 

“You'll do more than try, girl – you will succeed.” And he slapped her again.

 

She clenched her mouth shut, trying her best to stay quiet as the spanks rained down on her poor bottom. There was no warm-up, just hard, fast slaps right from the start. She arched her back, staying in position as best she could. At one point, she was unable to stop herself from reaching back to protect her stinging cheeks. He grabbed her hand and started to slap her palm. “Don't reach back again,” he whispered in her ear.

 

She had no idea how long he spanked her, but by the time he stopped, tears were rolling down her cheeks, and her bottom was throbbing. He helped her up and gave her a hug, letting her cry on his shoulder as he whispered comfortingly in her ear.

 

A few minutes later, she was drying the last of the tears from her face. She went to the mirror to fix her make-up, and Kevin walked up to place his hand on the seat of the dress.

 

“You'll get the rest of your punishment later,” he told her. “After all, I have a new riding crop I haven't had the opportunity to use yet.” He started to nibble on her ear. “So that's something to look forward to for the rest of your workday.” And with a final squeeze to her stinging rear, he left the room.

 

A few minutes later, Jill went back to work.

Office alternative (M/F story)

 As David Levitt folded his hands on his desk, Janet did her best to meet her boss's gaze. Levitt was a tall, dark-skinned man in his thirties, with a face that lit up when he smiled. He was a handsome man, and she had to admit that she felt slightly attracted to him. But right now, as he looked at her from across his desk, he was not smiling.

 

“So, Janet,” he said in a very calm, quiet voice. “I heard you were late to work yet again today?”

 

“Yes, sir,” Janet said. She was standing on the floor in front of his desk with her hands behind her back. He hadn't offered her a chair, and she didn't feel comfortable just sitting down until he did.

 

“Do you know how many times you've been late in the last month?” he continued.

 

“I'm... I'm not sure, sir,” Janet admitted. Her cheeks blushed. It almost felt like she was back in the principal's office at school, being chewed out for her attendance record.

 

He glanced down at the paper in front of him. “Nine times,” he said, as his gaze returned to her.

 

“Sir, it's not usually more than five or ten minutes, and I've never been later than half an -”

 

He cut her off with a wave of his hand. “That's not the point, Janet. If your day starts at eight o'clock, I expect you to be here at eight o'clock. Not ten minutes past.” He tapped his finger idly on the desk. “On another topic. Are you finished with the Jackson report?”

 

Janet's blush grew slightly darker. “Nearly, sir. I'll have it on your desk before the day is over.”

 

His finger continued to tap against the desk. “You remember that it was supposed to be done by Tuesday?”

 

“I know, sir, but there were delays.”

 

“There's been a lot of that lately.” He sighed. “I'm going to be very direct here, Janet. You do good work, when you put your mind to it, but your lack of respect for deadlines is becoming a problem. You're just not showing the professionalism that the company demands. If you don't show some improvement soon, I'm afraid that I'll eventually have to fire you.” There was regret in his eyes.

 

Janet swallowed, and she could almost feel her face growing pale. “I'll do my best, sir.”

 

“I hope so.”

 

Janet grimaced as she returned to her desk. She knew she hadn't been the perfect employee, but she hadn't realized it was that bad. She decided to do her best to keep the deadlines, but she knew that she had told herself that before. She hadn't been successful then, and she had to admit, the odds were against her.

 

About an hour later, she'd finished the Jackson report. She was just about to knock on Levitt's door to deliver it when she heard his voice and realized that he was on the phone.

 

 

“Yes, William, thinks are going quite well here.” William Bowman was an old friend of his that had visited the office a couple of times. She was about to return to her desk when she heard her name.

 

“Her name is Janet, William. Not Jane or Jenny or 'that blonde thing', but Janet.” A brief pause as William said something, and Mister Levitt replied: “Yeah, there's been some problems. She keeps coming in late, and can't keep deadlines to save her life. I had to chew her out about it this morning, in fact. Sure, there's a good head on her shoulders, but she just lacks the self-discipline.”

 

There was a brief pause again. “Because spanking your secretary has been illegal for a few decades now, William.” Another pause. “Oh, I don't doubt for a second that it would get her attention, maybe even improve her work habits, but I don't need the sexual harassment lawsuit.”

 

Janet backed away from the door, her eyes wide. William Bowman had actually suggested that her boss should spank her.

 

She blushed as she returned to her desk. She tried her best to focus on her work, but an image kept appearing in her mind: her slender form bent over Mister Levitt's knee, squirming around as he spanked her bottom. She tried to push the image away, to the back of her mind, but it kept creeping forward again.

 

 

“What was it you wanted to see me about, Janet?” Mister Levitt said in his friendliest tone. It was late in the day, and almost everyone else had gone home, but she had asked to see him in private.

 

Janet squirmed a little in her chair. What was she thinking? “I... I heard you talking to Mister Bowman on the phone earlier.” She took a deep breath. “I heard some comments. About me.”

 

His eyes widened as he realized what she meant. “I'm so sorry, Janet. William says some inappropriate things sometimes, and I hope you didn't...” he stopped when he saw the look on her face.

 

“That's OK, Mister Levitt. I was just wondering... did you mean it?” He looked puzzled as he tried to figure out what she meant. “Do you think a sp... do you think it would improve my work habits?” She blushed crimson as he stared at her.

 

“It's possible,” he told her. “But I didn't for a second mean to imply that....”

 

“Mister Levitt, I enjoy my job,” Janet told him. “The hours are good, the pay is excellent, and I don't want to lose this chance. If I can improve my chances of keeping this job with a sp... with that, I will go through with it.” She tried her best to seem confident, but she didn't think she did a very good job.

 

Mister Levitt leaned forward, placing his hand on hers. “If that is what you want, I think I can arrange something. But I want you to know what you agree to before you decide. IF we decide that a spanking is a good way of bringing some discipline into your work, it's going to be long, it's going to be hard, and it's going to be on your bare bottom.” She blushed even redder. “You're going to cry long before it's over, and you're not going to sit comfortably for some time. Do you understand this?”

 

Janet nodded. “Yes, sir.”

 

“Then stand up and come over here.”

 

As Janet made her way to Mister Levitt's side, he rolled up his shirt sleeves to reveal his forearms. It was quite clear that he worked out, and yet again, Janet wondered if she had gone crazy. She had actually asked her boss for a spanking.

 

“Take your jeans down,” Mister Levitt instructed her. Her fingers trembled as she undid the button and slowly pulled the zip down. She avoided his gaze as she slowly lowered her jeans to her ankles, revealing her dark green panties. He patted his lap. “Get over here.”

 

She felt butterflies in her stomach as she leaned forward, her stomach resting on his firm legs. He gently moved her forward until her bottom was sticking up.

 

“Are you ready for this, Janet?” he asked calmly.

 

She bit her lip. Was she? “Yes, sir,” she said at last.

 

His hand landed on her quivering bottom with a gentle slap. She whimpered a little, but more from nervousness and surprise than from pain – it hadn't really hurt. He continued to spank her, his hand moving from cheek to cheek, each slap almost unnoticeably harder than the last. Slowly, a heat was building up in her bottom.

 

“Ow!” she said, squirming a little as his hand found her sit spots.

 

“I had hoped you would be able to shape up on your own,” Mister Levitt lectured her. “I had high hopes for you when you started, and I can't stand to see you let yourself down like this.”

 

“I'm sorry!” Janet whined, more upset at his words than at the growing pain in her rear end.

 

“Not as sorry as you're going to be,” he told her.

 

He continued to spank her like that for a few minutes, before resting his hand on her back. “I think that's enough of a warm-up,” he said, placing his fingers in the waistband of her panties. Suddenly, her hand shot back, protectively covering her backside.

 

“Surely that's not necessary, Mister Levitt? I'm learning my lesson, I promise!” she pleaded desperately.

“Janet, when you agreed to this punishment, I told you it was going to be long, hard, and on the bare bottom. So far, it's been neither. Move your hand,” he said in a calm, but strict voice. Whimpering, Janet did as she was instructed.

 

He lowered her panties, rubbing her bare bottom for the briefest of moments before he continued the spanking. She kicked her leg at the sting – she hadn't thought the thin cotton had given her much protection, but it seemed she was wrong. Soon, she was howling as his firm palm crashed down on her rear, slowly turning the once-pale cheeks bright red.

 

Her buttocks burned like she'd sat in a campfire, and she moaned in pain. She tried her best to hold the tears back, but soon, she was crying openly. She would never have believed that a spanking could sting this much.

 

Lost in pain and tears, she barely noticed when the spanking stopped. Whispering comforting words, he helped her into a sitting position, hugging her firmly. “It's over now, Janet. You have been punished.”

 

 

Back home, Janet was standing in the bathroom, gasping as she studied her red posterior in the mirror. She gently touched the burning skin, trying to rub the sting away, but to no avail. She knew she wouldn't sit comfortably for a few days, and she hoped that her work really improved. “If this doesn't work, nothing will,” she told herself.

 

But as she thought about bending over Mister Levitt's lap, his hand beginning its exploration of her curves, she felt a strange tingling, and she had a feeling that she would find herself over his lap again. Nothing major, obviously, but a small misdeed that she would need to be punished for...

Handling the Teacher (F/F story)

Jessica Conway looked up from the stack of papers she was marking to fix her pupil with the strictest glare she could muster. Even she could tell that her efforts weren't much worth mentioning, and from the look on Kelly's face, she wasn't too impressed.

 

Miss Conway had been a teacher at the school for about a month, and it was already becoming apparent to her that she was unable to control her class. Few of the pupils had any respect for her, making it hard to create any sort of order. She needed to set an example, and she had chosen Kelly. Kelly was one of the most popular girls in class – attractive and intelligent, and with an unmatched confidence. Miss Conway hoped that by making the leader of the pack respect her, the rest of the class would follow. So she had found some excuse for giving the girl detention, to take her away from her peers were Miss Conway could more easily handle her.

 

She looked at the girl again. Kelly had put her pencil down, and rather than complete the assignment she had been given, she was studying her teacher, as one might study an animal at a zoo, or a maths equation on the blackboard.

 

“Why don't you get on with your work, Kelly?” Miss Conway said, smiling sweetly.

 

“I am thinking, Miss Conway,” said the girl calmly.

 

“About what?”

 

“About you.”

 

“Why don't you think about your assignment instead?” Miss Conway said, still displaying her fake smile. She returned to her marking, but after a few minutes, she looked up to see that Kelly was still studying her, and she wasn't sure she liked the look on the girl's face.

 

“Is there a problem, Kelly?”

 

“I think I've worked out why I'm in detention, Miss Conway.”

 

The teacher chuckled. “I would have thought that was obvious, Kelly. You're here because you talked in class. I'm going to teach you some discipline.”

 

Kelly shook her head. “No, that's not it. People talk in class all of the time, and I've never seen you give detention to anyone for it. And you didn't punish Nina, despite the fact that the two of us were talking to each other. She talked more than me, if I remember correctly.”

 

Miss Conway's smile faltered a bit. The girl was sharp. “Are suggesting that there is some great conspiracy against you? That the teachers hate you? Grow up, Kelly.”

 

The girl shook her head again. “No, that's not it, either. I've had teachers that hated me before, and it showed every time they looked at me. There's no hate in your eyes, Miss Conway. Nervousness, clearly, and a hint of jealously, but no hate.” She leaned back in her chair. “My conclusion is that you're tired of losing control, Miss Conway. You can't control the class, and so you single out me, hoping that by putting me in my place, as it were, you will be able to control the rest of the room.”

 

Miss Conway felt a cold shiver run down her spine. The girl's remarks hit far too close to home for her comfort, and she needed to regain what authority she had. “If you are quite done with the psychoanalysis, Kelly, I'd like you to get back to your assignment,” she said, but winced when she heard the trembling in her own voice.

Changes (M/F story)

 "Hello, Jacob. Lovely day today. What are you doing?" Kelly asked, leaning heavily on the back of his chair. Jacob sighed. The girl next door was a good friend, but sometimes, she could be really annoying. She'd ask if they should hang out today, but he said he had a new book to read, and would rather be alone. She'd come over anyway.

 

“I'm reading a book,” he told her calmly. He hoped she could read between the lines and leave him alone.

 

“Why?” They were the same age, but when Kelly was bored, she could act like an attention-starved five-year-old if the fancy took her.

 

When she stood up, he felt a small hope that maybe she was going to leave him alone and go somewhere else – a hope that was dashed when she leaned forward, resting her upper body on his shoulder instead. He wondered if she was aware that her breasts were now pressing down on his shoulder. The soft feeling made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

 

“Is there a particular reason why you're bothering me now?” he asked her.

 

“This is my new exercise routine,” she told him cheerily.

 

“Leaning on me?”

 

“Annoying you until you chase me. It's also your new exercise routine,” she explained, still in the same blissful tone.

 

“I'm not going to chase you,” he said, trying to return his attention to the book, a feat which rapidly became impossible when she picked up his glass of water and poured it down the back of his shirt. He jumped to his feet and turned to face her with the strictest glare he could muster. The glee on her face told him that she'd gotten exactly the reaction she'd hoped for, but he was too angry to care. She giggled as she turned and ran, and he followed her.

 

She kept him away by circling the table a couple of times, making sure to stay on the other side of it from him, but a quick feint allowed him to get close enough to grab her around the waist. And it was at this moment he started to wonder what he should do with her, now that he'd caught her.

 

He quickly went through his options. Lecture her? She'd never listened to him before, and she probably wasn't about to start now. Tickle her? That would only encourage her. Tell on her? He couldn't imagine her parents caring.

 

“Oh! Let me go at once, you brute,” she said giggling, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. She turned to flee, and as he watched the seat of her tight jeans wriggling around, an idea suddenly entered his mind.

 

Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her over to the couch. “Jacob? What are you doing?” Kelly said. She was still smiling, but there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes – she wasn't entirely sure what he was planning.

 

Saying nothing, he just sat down on the couch and tipped her over his lap, assuming that she'd soon figure out the answer for herself. As the first few smacks landed on her upturned backside, she gasped loudly.

 

“Ouch!” She squirmed as his palm continued to strike her seat. “You can't spank me, Jacob!”

 

“I'm sick of you bothering me when I'm trying to relax,” he lectured, ignoring her protests. “Sometimes, I'd like to be left alone, and I need you to respect that.”

 

He continued to spank her, his hand moving from cheek to cheek, and as his anger subsided, he noticed something odd. She was certainly protesting this treatment, and she hissed and wriggled as his hand landed, but she never tried to reach back or stand up – she never tried to interfere with the spanking. Maybe she was still too shocked, he thought.

 

After a few minutes of firm slaps, he decided he'd pushed his luck enough and helped her to her feet. Her hands flew to her backside to rub the sting away, but there was no anger in the wide-eyed look she gave him. She was certainly shocked, but there was something there that made him uncomfortable – a sort of acceptance, or possibly even eagerness.

 

“If I have any more trouble from you today, you'll be back across my knee with your trousers down,” he told her firmly, marching back to his desk.

 

He tried his best to focus on the book, but it was impossible. Visions of his best friend's backside, jiggling beneath his palm, kept dancing through his mind. Why had he done that? At any rate, it was too late now.

 

He didn't hear the approaching footsteps, not noticing her presence until he felt the water running down the back of his shirt again. He spun around. She grinned at him, and he realized that she was calling his bluff – hoping that there was more to his threat than words. He chased after her again. This time, he caught her almost immediately, and she only put up a token resistance as he pulled her over to the couch.

 

She began to plead as he started to undo the button of her jeans, but she didn't try to stop him as he lowered them to her knees. She was wearing pale blue cotton panties, which stretched nicely across the domes of her buttocks as she went back across his knee. There was a hint of pinkness to her backside, the only evidence of his earlier efforts. He gave her cheeks a quick rub before he started spanking.

 

She was squealing as he spanked her, but she never tried to get up. In fact, soon she was lifting her hips with every smack, raising her bottom to meet his hand, and the sound of squeals was mixed with a low moaning.

 

His hand moved from cheek to cheek, delivering stinging smacks to her quivering bottom. He wasn't lecturing her now – none of them seriously believed that this was about punishment.

 

By the time he helped her to stand, there were tears in her eyes, but she had a very satisfied smile on her face as she rubbed her rear end. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.