Steven & Julie, part 2: The change (M/F story)

Steven could feel his irritation growing every minute. They had the day off from school, so Julie had invited him over to watch TV and just hang out. They were sitting on the sofa in the living room, but for some reason, Julie was really snippy with him today, making rude comments and generally being unpleasant to be around. And every time she rolled her eyes at something he said, or turned half-way around in disinterest, he could feel his palm itch.

 

This was a few weeks after the day when Anna had decided to spank Julie for stealing, and had asked Steven for his help when her palm wore out. Steven had been afraid that the event would drive a wedge between them, but she really did seem relieved that he had saved her from the paddle, and she was all smiles and a joy to be around. But the effect seemed to have worn out, and today, she was a nightmare.

 

“You know, I don't think I like your attitude today,” he said at last.

 

“I don't care what you like and don't like,” she said surly.

 

Once again, his thoughts returned to that day, and the sensation of her bare cheeks beneath his palm. He had really enjoyed spanking her, and had hoped to repeat the experience, but didn't really think he'd get his chance. But the way she was acting, he thought it would do her a world of good.

 

“You were a lot more pleasant to be around after your spanking,” he told her.

 

Rising from the sofa so that she could properly stand and glare down at him, she asked him: “Are you saying you want to spank me?”

 

“Your behaviour certainly warrants it.”

 

She folded her arms in front of her. “You wouldn't dare.”

 

Needing no further encouragement, Steven grabbed her wrist, and with a quick jerk, she tumbled over his knee. She seemed too dazed to resist as he positioned her over his lap, with her bottom poking up at him as he raised her skirt to her back. Patting her behind, he started to lecture her. “You invite me over, and then act rude and unpleasant all morning. I've asked you several times what's wrong, and you tell me it's nothing. Well, now I'm going to give you something to complain about.” And he started to spank her.

 

When the first few smacks landed on her backside, Julie seemed to stir from her daze, and she started to complain. “Ouch! Let me up! You can't do this!”

 

“Don't worry, I'll let you up – once your punishment is complete, that is.” With the experience from the last time he spanked her, and from the countless times he'd dreamed about that moment in the days since, he quickly developed a pattern, spanking first one cheek, then the other, moving from the top of her bottom to the sit spots and back. He spanked quickly, but the slaps were relatively light – he didn't want this to be over too soon.

 

“You can't just take your bad mood out on other people and think it won't have consequences. I'm going to give you exactly what you deserve.”

 

“Screw you! Ow! Not so hard!”

 

Suddenly, Steven stopped, his hand resting on her cheeks. Her bottom looked fetching in her powder-blue panties, but he knew that it would look a lot better without them.

 

“Are we done now?” she asked. He furrowed his brow – it almost seemed like there was a hint of disappointment in her voice.

 

“Far from it,” he told her. “I just realized what keeps this from being a proper spanking.”

 

“Feels fairly proper to me,” she said, then gasped as she put his fingers in the waistband of her panties. “Please, Steven, I'll be good, I swear.”

 

“Oh, you definitely will,” Steven said as he lowered her panties to her knees. “I'll see to that.” And he continued the spanking.

 

As painted her backside red, Julie's whining and complaining were soon replaced by pleading and promises to be good. He smiled with great satisfaction as a hard volley of spanks to her sit spots made her kick her legs furiously, and she soon cried into the pillow. By the time he rested his hand on her bottom again, the sobbing girl over his lap had a bright red behind.

 

“Are you going to be a good girl from now on?” he asked her as he started to rub the sting from her tail.

 

“Yes, sir,” Julie said in the politest voice he'd ever heard from her.

 

“Are you going to stop whining, or at the very least, tell me what's bothering you?

“Yes, sir. I promise.”

 

Satisfied with her answers, he helped her up, and she hugged him tightly as the last few tears rolled from her face into his shirt. “Thank you,” she whispered.

 

“Any time,” he told her.

 

As they lay on the sofa in their embrace, they kissed for the first time.