Walked in on (M/F story)

Shortly after Peter turned nineteen, he decided to get a flat closer to the University where he was getting his degree. Up until then, he'd lived with his parents, but moving would give him a shorter walk, and it would allow him to study without his noisy sisters bothering him.

But he only became absolutely sure he'd made the right decision when he met his neighbour. Stacy was the same age as him, a bright and cheery student with a charming smile and long, brown hair that she usually kept in a ponytail. As they sat chatting at a bench outside, he could feel himself growing more attracted to her, and there was something about the way she smiled at him that suggested that she found him attractive as well.

A few weeks after he moved in, he decided to pay her a visit one Saturday morning. He knocked on the door to her flat, not even waiting for her to respond before he entered, and found her in the middle of changing. She was standing with her back to him, wearing nothing but a short t-shirt and a pair of panties that were currently half-way up her legs. His eyes were immediately drawn to her white, round rear end - an absolutely adorable sight.

“Hey!” she protested, blushing fiercely.

“Sorry,” he said, wincing. He had a feeling that this was the polite thing to do in this situation – apologize and look away. And he WAS going to look away. Any second now.

She was about to pull her panties all the way up, when an impish thought seemed to enter her mind. After reaching a decision, she removed her hands from the waistband of her panties, grinning to him as she slowly wriggled her bottom enticingly.

“Enjoying the view?” she said teasingly as she watched his eyes grow wide.

“Oh yes,” he told her. “It' sexy. Very spankable.”

She snorted. “Very WHAT?” she asked incredulously. “Spankable? What exactly does that mean?”

Peter winced. He'd rather not show her this side of himself so soon. “It means I really want to spank it,” he admitted. She giggled. “It IS a very attractive bottom,” he said.

“I have to say, that wasn't what I was expecting from you.” She finally pulled her panties up, seeming to consider his words as she approached him. “Okay,” she said.

“Okay what?” he asked confused.

“Spank me, then,” she said. Her voice was calm, but there was something in her eyes that told him she wasn't as confident as she tried to seem .“You've made me curious.”

His first instinct was that she was joking, but it was apparent that she was dead serious. He gently grabbed her arm and guided her over to the couch. He sat down, guiding her slim form over his lap. She gasped as she touched down on his strong thighs, and his hand started exploring her panty-clad bottom.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked her gently.

“As ready as I'll ever be,” she responded. And he started to spank her.

He gave her a series of light, slow spanks that gradually increased in speed. He spanked alternating cheeks, making sure to cover her backside from top to bottom. She wriggled a little at his touch.

“It's strange,” she told him. “Not exactly unpleasant, but definitely strange.”

Soon, he placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties. He stopped, waiting to hear if she would protest, but she didn't. No wonder, he thought to himself. He'd already seen her naked bottom. So he slid her panties down to her knees again. He started to spank her harder, grinning to himself as he heard her wince and moan whenever his hand impacted her bare flesh. She was rolling her hips in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and arching her back.

By the time he stopped spanking her, returning to a gentle rubbing, her bottom was turning bright pink. When he helped her to her feet and saw the lust in her gaze, his only question was whether they'd make it to her bedroom, or just do it right here on the couch.

Part II: Pictures
Over the following months, Peter spanked his girlfriend many, many times. One morning, she gave him a nervous look as they ate breakfast. “I have a favour to ask you,” she said. “It has to do with spanking. You can say no, if you want to.”

“I sincerely doubt I will,” he told her. When he'd first introduced her to the world of consensual spankings, she'd turned out to be a lot more experimental than he was, but he'd enjoyed every single thing her twisted little mind had come up with so far.

She retrieved her laptop. “I've been looking at a lot of blogs lately,” she told him. “And I found this picture.” She turned the screen toward him, showing him a picture of a young woman. She was kneeling with her torso on the bed, shoving her naked bottom up toward the camera – a bottom that had been decorated with some rather hard cane strokes.

“I'd like you to take a picture like that,” she admitted. “Of me.”

“You want me to cane you?” he asked.

She bit her lip. “Look at those marks,” she told him. “They're beautiful!”

“And pretty painful, from what I've heard. Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely. I went shopping yesterday, and I managed to find this!” and she reached under the couch, pulling out a long, thin object wrapped in cloth. She unwrapped it, revealing a thin rattan cane that she held out toward him, handle first.

He swished it through the air a couple of times. He saw Stacy tremble a little at the sound – she wasn't as unfazed as she pretended to be. He decided that today, he would play the role of her strict disciplinarian. “Right, young lady. Raise your skirt and place your hands on that table.”

Jumping a little at his tone of voice, she immediately did as he instructed. He walked up behind her. “Since you've been such a bad girl lately, I've decided to give you a good caning on your bare bottom.” He placed his hands in the waistband of her panties, slowly lowering them. “Maybe that'll teach you a lesson.”

“Please, sir, I'll be good,” she pleaded.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” he told her. “Because you'll have a very sore bottom to remind you to behave.” Staring at her bare, quivering cheeks, he picked up the cane and tapped it against his target. He decided to be gentle at first – after all, he'd never caned anyone before, and she'd never been caned before. But even then, his first stroke caused her to arch her back, hissing.

“Remain in position, young lady. We have a long way to go.” He swung the cane again, trying to place this stroke just below the previous one. He hoped to create a series of parallel lines, but he could already tell that it wasn't going to happen. It was a lot harder to aim the cane than he'd thought, but he decided not to tell her that. “I have no idea what I'm doing” wasn't a very comforting thing to hear from your spanker.

He placed the third stroke low on her bottom, causing her to stamp her feet. “I hope you're learning your lesson, young lady. I don't want to this again,” he lectured. And for once, that was actually true.

“I am, sir. Believe me, I am!” She sounded close to tears.

Again and again, he swung the cane at her trembling cheeks, and was absolutely amazed at the way she handled it. She grit her teeth and gripped the table, remaining in position for every stroke he gave her. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, but she didn't cry out, and she never tried to rub her bottom.

When he put the cane down and told her to stand up, she rushed over to the tall mirror she'd hung on the wall for just this purpose. Turning her back to the mirror and looking over her shoulder, she admired the stripes decorating her cheeks. “It's beautiful!” she gasped. “Totally amazing.” She rubbed her fingers over the stinging lines. He smiled to himself – she seemed to like his handiwork a lot more than he did.

He picked up his cell phone, pulling out his camera. “We're not finished yet, girl. Go to your bedroom and kneel on the bed.”

“Huh? Oh yes, the pictures. Right away, sir.”

She assumed the position, giving him a flirty wink as he took the picture of her burning bottom. He knew that as soon as he'd gotten enough pictures, she'd rush him for a long kiss and a round in the sack. And every day, he thanked his lucky stars for having a girlfriend like that.