Ten years later, Alexander was sitting in a carriage headed for the royal summer palace. His father had been invited to speak to the king about some minor matter, and had been told that he could bring his son along.
Alexander dried his sweaty hands on his trousers. This would be the first time he met Princess Adeline since that adventurous summer, and he was feeling nervous. He was anxious to see her again, but also worried about how she’d receive him – would she be angry about the liberties he’d taken? She was a princess, after all, and probably more aware of her status than she’d been at ten years old.
When they arrived, his father was shown into his audience with the king, while Alexander was directed to the library, where Adeline was thumbing through a book. She was now almost as tall as him, and had a strikingly beautiful figure. She was dressed in white cotton trousers a white top, and simple sandals, and her long hair was tied back in a ponytail. She looked up when he entered.
He was about to bow respectfully, when she suddenly ran forward and hugged him. “Alexander! It’s so good to see you!” A few of the maids present looked up at this unexpected display of emotion, but quickly minded their own business.
“Princess Adeline,” he said as respectfully as he could. “It warms my heart to see -”
“Still a twit, I see,” she said, smiling at him. “I thought we could go for a walk and talk for a bit, make up for lost time. Does that sound good to you?”
They headed down to the lake, where Adeline sat down by the bank and began throwing rocks into the water, like she’d done all those years before. He sat down a respectful distance away from her, but she immediately scooted over to him. “You know,” she said, whispering into his ear. “It’s going to be a few hours before we have to be back to dinner. I was thinking we could head into the forest and see if we find our old hiding place. Aptly named, really. I got a lot of good hidings there." She rubbed her backside theatrically and made a pouting face.
He quickly glanced around to confirm that no one was nearby to see them. He really didn’t want to explain why the princess was rubbing her butt in his presence.
“So, what do you think?” she said. “Care to pick up where we left off?”
He opened and closed his mouth a few times. “I don’t… this isn’t...”
“What’s up with you, Alexander? You seem so distant.” She threw another rock into the lake. “You know, the only reason why I convinced my father to summon your father here, was so that the two of us could see each other again. Why don’t you want to go play with me?” A thought suddenly struck her. “Do you have a girlfriend waiting for you?” He shook his head. “A boyfriend, then?” He shook his head again, and she added, “What is it, then?”
“I just don’t think it’s appropriate,” he told her. “You’re a princess, the heir to the throne, and I’m -” He shook his head again. “It’s inappropriate.”
“It wasn’t inappropriate last time we met.”
“It was, but we were too young to realize,” he told her. “We know better now. I’m pretty sure that -” he lowered his voice, just in case, “that spanking a royal bottom is some form of treason.”
“I just don’t see why our statuses matter so much to you. I enjoyed what we did together, and I think you did too.” Seeing him blush, she continued, “I want to pick up where we left off.”
“I do too,” he admitted, “It’s just… inappropriate.”
“So, this is all because I’m the princess, is that it? Well, in that case,” she said, folding her arms in front of her. “Alexander, future Lord of the Silver Marshes, I ORDER you to take me into the woods and spank my bottom. Is that understood?”
He shook his head.” I can’t -”
She glared. “Are you refusing a direct order from the heir to the throne? That can have consequences, you know. Now, do as I say immediately.”
Despite himself, he smiled. Adeline had her own spin on diplomacy and negotiations.
They soon found the disused cabin. “The dust’s gone,” he observed.
“Yes, I went out here a few days ago and had a quick clean. I didn’t want us to return to dinner with dusty clothes.”
“You cleaned it yourself?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes. “I’m royal, not disabled. Besides, I didn’t want anyone else to know about the place. It’s our little secret, and I want it to remain that way.”
They entered the cabin. Like he’d done so many times before, Alexander picked up one of the chairs and placed it in the middle of the room. He sat down, and the princess immediately placed herself across his lap. Her weight was more noticeable, and her arms and legs could touch the floor – the last time she’d been over his knee, she’d been a lot shorter.
He grabbed her trousers and jerked them down to her knees.
“Careful!” she scolded. “This is expensive fabric, and I’d rather not have to tell anyone why my trousers are ripped. Neither would you, I expect.”
Alexander gazed down at the snow-white cheeks below him, barely covered by a pair of thin white panties. In the years since he’d seen her, Adeline had grown into a woman, with a woman’s curves. He started to rub her bottom, gently pinching and stroking her. She began to breathe heavily. “This is different,” she said after a while.
He slowly lifted his hand and brought it down on her pale bottom. Her breathing intensified as she began to wriggle around. He spanked slowly and carefully, enjoying the sight of her bottom bouncing around under his palm.
Suddenly, she gasped. “Oh! I can feel your…” she took a deep breath. “You’re poking me in the stomach.
He blushed, realizing how aroused he was. “Sorry,” he said.
“Don’t be,” she told him. “It’s having a similar effect on me.” He could see a dark patch on the crotch of her panties.
After a few minutes, her bottom had turned pink, and they’d reached the point where they had usually stopped. But Alexander didn’t want it to end, and he didn’t think that’s what she wanted, either. Slowly, he reached forward and placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties. She squeaked in surprise, but didn't protest. After a few seconds like that, she lifted her hips, waiting for him to slide her panties down. He did so, slowly and carefully.
For the first time in his life, he looked down at her bare bottom. He began to rub it again, slowly going in circles on her perfect rear end.
“You’re beautiful,” he said after a while. She blushed, hanging her head low.
“Spank me,” she said. “Don’t stop now. Please!” He did as she instructed.
With gentle strokes, he spanked her bottom, while she moaned and squirmed over his lap. The once-pale cheeks were slowly turning red under his firm palm.
There were tears in her eyes when he helped her off his lap, but she eagerly grabbed his shoulders, kissing him passionately. After a brief second of surprised paralysis, he kissed her back, his hands circling her waist. When she pulled back, breathlessly, they looked into each other’s eyes and knew that their relationship would never be the same.
Sunday 26 September 2021
Alexander and Adeline 2: Meeting Again (M/F story)
Alexander and Adeline 1: Summer Children (m/f story)
It all started when Alexander, oldest son of the Lord of the Silver Marshes, was eleven years old. He was spending the summer on his father's holiday estates on the shore of the Fossegrim Lake, which was located not too far from the royal summer palace.
Alexander was down at the lake, staring out across the water, when a girl suddenly approached him. “Hi there,” she said with a friendly smile. “I didn’t know there were other kids around. I’m Adeline. I’m ten.”
Adeline was a short, friendly girl with long, blonde hair and bright green eyes, and was wearing a simple, white summer dress. He gave her a brief nod. “How do you do? I am Alexander, son of Frederick, the Lord -.”
She giggled. “No need for all of that! I went for a walk to get AWAY from that formal stuff. I just wanted to know if you wanted to play. Though I suppose you’re not really dressed for playing at the moment.”
Alexander looked down at the tailored suit he was wearing. “I’m dressed to suit my stature,” he told her.
“You’re dressed like a twit,” she replied.
He folded his arms in front of his chest. “You watch your tongue. You know, as your elder, I’m going to take you across my knee and spank you if you don’t behave.”
He’d meant to give her a little fright, and maybe make her start showing him the respect he felt he deserved. The girl gasped, and her heart seemed to skip a beat. “Really? I don’t think you’d really do that.”
“Why don’t you behave, and you won’t have to find out?” he said smugly.
She sat down on the shore, and started to throw rocks into the lake. After a minute or so, he joined her. “So would you do it?” she said eventually.
“Do what?”
“Spank me. Would you do that?”
He thought about it. “I don’t know,” he said honestly.
“Have you ever spanked anyone before?”
“No. I once saw one of the maids spanking her daughter, though. We’d been playing outside, and she’s messed up her dress.” The girl seemed intrigued, so he continued. “The maid took one look at the girl, and then pulled her over her knee before raising her dress and lowering her panties.”
“Really?”
“Uh huh. She kept spanking that girl until her bottom was red, and she was squealing loudly.”
The girl sat there, thinking. “So, you’ve never spanked anyone before?”
“Never,” he replied.
They sat in silence for a few minutes. “I’ve never been spanked before.” He didn’t respond, and she added, “Maybe we should do something about that.”
“Huh?”
“I know of a little cabin in the woods near here. It’s never used, so I like to go there to think. It’s my little secret place.” She looked over at him. “We could go there, and you could spank me.”
He stared at her. Was she being serious?
She took his hand. “Come on,” she said. “I’ll show you the way.”
A few minutes later, they were standing outside a disused woodcutter’s lodge in the forest. The door was locked, but Adeline pulled out a key that was hidden under a rock. The inside was dusty, with a few beds, a table, and four chairs.
“So,” she said, looking at him. She was grinning nervously, as if she was both eager about and dreading what was about to happen. “How do we do this?”
Alexander wasn’t too sure, either, but he decided to take charge. He pulled out one of the chairs, placing it in the centre of the room, before sitting down. “I think you’d better lie across my lap,” he told her. She did so.
He looked down at the seat of her white dress, before grabbing the hem and pulling it up to her back. This revealed a pair of white cotton panties, covering a pale rear end. When he placed his fingers inside the waistband of her panties, she gasped. “No!” she said. “Don’t do that.”
He hesitated. “But the maid -”
“I know. But leave them up. Please?” she looked at him with large, pleading eyes. He let go of her panties, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Nervously, he began to spank her. His palm struck her pale bottom, causing it to jiggle slightly. She wriggled a bit, but there was a wide grin on her face that made it quite clear how she felt.
At the back of his mind, he wondered if he should be lecturing her now. “You’ve been a bad girl, Adeline,” he told her in his best attempt at a strict voice. From the way she giggled, he guessed that it wasn’t quite as strict as he hoped. “And now, you are going to pay for your misbehaviour.”
“Oh no,” she said theatrically, wriggling her backside. “Please, don’t spank me, Alexander. I’ll be good.”
The sting began to grow, and she was soon squealing every time his hand landed, but she never lost her grin. Her backside was now turning pink, and after a few minutes, Alexander stopped. “Have you learned your lesson now, girl?” he said.
“Oh, yes, sir, I’ll be ever so good!” she said, in her best attempt to sound contrite. As it turned out, her acting skills weren’t any better than his.
She rose to her feet and began to rub her bottom.
“How do you feel?” he said. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” she said. “It stung a little while you were spanking me, but it doesn’t really hurt. My butt’s warm and tingly. It feels really nice,” she told him. “I’m not sure we did it right.”
They locked the door as they left the cabin. “This was fun,” she told him. “We’ll have to do this again. Should we meet down by the lake tomorrow?”
“Sure,” he told her, giving her a friendly smile. “I’m glad I met you, Adeline.”
“I’m glad I met you too, twit,” she said, giggling.
They walked out of the woods and headed home, him going back to his father’s estate, and her heading for the royal summer palace. As she watched her, cogs began to turn in his head.
If Alexander had paid a little more attention in his studies, maybe he would have recognized her earlier as Princess Adeline, heir apparent of the kingdom. He would probably have spoken differently to her when they first met, and things would likely not have played out the same way. But he hadn’t.
Adeline and Alexander spent the rest of that summer together. They would often play outside, fishing on the lake or picking berries in the woods. At least once a day, they would return to the cabin, their secret little hiding place in the woods. He would take her over his knee and spank her bottom while she wriggled, giggled, squealed, and grinned like she was about to die from happiness. This had quickly become their favourite game. He never again tried to pull her panties down, deciding not to push his luck.
When summer ended, they both returned home, and the two friends began to drift apart. As Alexander grew older, he began to realize just who she was, and how lucky they’d been that no one had found out what the two of them were up to. If anyone learned that the heir of the kingdom had been taken across the knee and spanked by the son of – if truth be told – one of the lesser lords of the land, it could have become a scandal.
Her wish (M/F story)
Roger stood by himself in the living room and tried to understand the sentence whirling around in his head. He filled another glass of brandy, took a small sip, and repeated the sentence again. "Caroline wants me to spank her," he said to himself. "My girlfriend wants me to take her over my lap, pull down her panties and slap her bottom until she starts to cry."
He concluded that it still didn't make sense. He assumed it wouldn't start to make sense if he continued to stand there, and another brandy probably wouldn't give new insight, but he saw no reason not to try. He had always seen himself as someone who would try new things. Last week, for example, he had finally given in to his lover's requests and promised that he would perform violence on her. His promise had made her so happy she almost cried. And he had tried; several times in the last week he had taken her over his lap and tried to spank her. But he couldn't – he didn't know how to give her what she wanted.
He reluctantly put the bottle away. He still hoped that everything would make sense if he had a few drinks, but it hadn't helped so far. And he had to be careful not to drink too much; what he was about to do would be difficult enough, and if he attempted it under the influence, it was guaranteed to go wrong.
Caroline was standing in the bedroom, with her nose in the corner and her hands on her back. He hadn't asked her to stand there, to think about the punishment that was due, but she pretended that he had. Goosebumps appeared as she thought about those large, powerful hands of his that were about to land on her unprotected rear end.
Deep inside, she knew that she shouldn't hope for too much. After all, he'd tried a few times, and he still couldn't do it. It was not natural to him; he just wasn't created like that. But if she continued to advise him, and tried to guide him, it had to work eventually?
He entered the room and sat down on the side of the bed. She turned toward him, and with a flirty gaze she leaned over his lap. She would prefer to stand in front of him, looking shamefully at the floor while he lectured her, before he pulled her over his lap. But those things would have to come later, when the essentials were in place.
He had to draw his breath as he lifted her skirt, and Caroline smiled to herself as she felt something press against her stomach. She was wearing a pair of sexy silk panties that he loved to see her in – or, more correctly, he loved to pull them off her.
As Roger grabbed the panties and started to lower them, he felt like he was ruining a work of art. A backside like this in panties like these should be in every art gallery on the planet. Her rear end was lovely on its own, he admitted as his hand began to stroke it. He wished that this was all they had to do that evening – groping her butt before they jumped into bed – but she wanted something else, and he would do his best to give it to her.
His first strokes were light – some light slaps she barely noticed. He drew his breath and tried again. Don't be afraid, you're not hurting me, she'd said. He wished he could rely on that. He gave her some harder smacks with his flat hand.
"Roger," she moaned. "It's a butt you're spanking, not a TV you're slapping into activity. Curve your hand, and try to cover my entire bottom. The goal is an even pink colour all over." Actually, she would prefer red or even crimson, but again, some things would have to come later.
He curved his hand. The slaps came evenly, first on the right side, then on the left, until he had found some sort of rhythm. He spanked harder and harder, and Caroline had to admit it began to hurt. She let out an "Ouch!" as she felt tears at the edge of her eyes.
He immediately stopped spanking her and grabbed her shoulder. "Are you OK? Did I hurt you?"
She sighed. "Roger, do you remember what I told you on Monday? About the colours?"
"Are you talking about that security word thing? Red for stop and similar?"
"Safeword, but yes. The reason we have those words is that the spanker doesn't stop just because the spankee cries out in pain or yells stop – sometimes you can't control things like that, and pausing ruins the flow." She smiled encouragingly up at him. "But it was excellent up to that point, so if you could continue like that?"
The white posterior on his lap had begun to turn pink, and Caroline could again feel tears at the edges of her eyes. She decided it was enough; she really wanted a proper spanking, where she cried loudly and kicked her legs in pain, but she doubted he was ready for that yet, and she wanted to try again soon – tomorrow, if possible. Many light sessions would be better teaching tools than one hard one. "You can stop now," she said, and was surprised when he continued to spank her. What was going on?
She quickly realized her error. "Red!" she called out. "Red, red."
He immediately stopped spanking her. "I'm sorry, I just thought –"
"My fault," she said as she stood up. "It's my fault, I confused you. You did the right thing."
He could see in her eyes that, once again, she hadn't gotten what she wanted. What she NEEDED, he corrected himself. He knew this was something deep inside her, something unchangeable. A need he couldn't fulfil.
Caroline couldn't deny that she felt slightly disappointed. Nothing that was happening was the least bit natural for him. He couldn't understand her, her inner needs and desires. He truly didn't understand WHY she needed this.
But he still tried; again and again, he had tried to give her what she wanted. He was willing to this for her, to learn from her – and he was learning. He was willing to spank her, even if his upbringing and his culture told him not to hit his lover. He tried as much as he could. And he was hers.
She smiled flirtatiously to him as she took off her shirt, revealing her breasts to his gaze. She could see the bulge in his trousers as she slowly approached him with bedroom eyes. He had done the best he could, and deserved a reward.
Crystal II: A Broken Promise (m/f story)
In the weeks that followed my spanking, I somehow found myself becoming friends with Crystal. She tended to have a smug smile on her face whenever she spotted me, but apart from that, we got along well. It was all water under the bridge, and I trusted her to keep the event secret. After all, she had given me her word that she wouldn't tell anyone.
Crystal had a friend of sorts called Allison. Allison was a tall, black-haired girl that loved teasing the younger kids, but never got caught. One day, she walked up to me while I was standing outside the school after the last class. “You’re that kid, right? Red-bottomed Ryan?”
With a cold feeling crawling up my spine, I pretended not to understand what she meant. “Don’t give me that,” she replied. “Crystal told me all about your little adventure in the woods.”
As I stood there, I heard a gasp, and Crystal came forward. “Allison, he wasn’t supposed to know I had told you!”
While the girls stood there arguing, I left. Crystal had broken her word. As I walked along, I heard Crystal running after me. “Wait up, Ryan!”
“Go away,” I said. But I stopped.
“Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t think Allison would tell you.”
“That wasn’t the point,” I yelled, tears forming in my eyes. “That wasn’t the deal. The deal was you wouldn’t tell ANYONE! Not Allison, not your family, no one. And how do you know Allison won’t tell others?”
This thought hadn’t occurred to her. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?”
“No. It’s not okay. You broke your word.” I turned to leave.
“I thought we were friends,” she said, a sad tone in her voice.
“We were,” I replied.
“L-look, I have an idea,” she replied nervously.
An hour later, Allison arrived at Crystal’s house. We told her about the deal me and Crystal had worked out; I would spank Crystal for breaking her word. Afterwards, all three of us would keep silent about everything. If anyone of us broke their word, they would receive a spanking from both others. I directed this last bit mostly at Allison, since I considered it unlikely that Crystal or I would mention it ever again.
I sat down on the bed, and Crystal climbed nervously over my lap. I raised her skirt and lowered her knickers, as she was to be as bare as I had been. I spanked quickly, moving my hand from cheek to cheek, and enjoying the look of the buttocks bouncing up and down. While I spanked, I thought about how painful my own spanking had been, how close me and Crystal had gotten in the last few weeks and how painful it had been to realize that she had betrayed me.
I smacked on and on, growing angrier by the second, until I heard Crystal let out a sob of pain, and I realized she was crying. Immediately, my anger was gone. Crystal was more than a friend, in some ways she was my best friend, and I didn’t like causing her pain. I glanced over at Allison, and decided to continue. The best way to make sure Allison kept her mouth shut was to make her scared to be spanked by us. That meant I had to give Crystal a real, painful spanking. I raised my hand again.
When the spanking was over, Crystal stood up, tears flowing down while she rubbed her sore posterior. It was clear that she felt she had gotten an unfairly hard spanking, since my own had been far lighter. Later, I told her about my reasoning, and she agreed it was not only right, but necessary.
Allison, clearly shook up by the intense spanking, left the house, swearing to keep her mouth shut. I stayed, spending the rest of the afternoon with my new best friend.
Sunday 19 September 2021
Crystal (f/m story)
It was a warm summer’s day. The sun was shining brightly, a slight breeze made its way over the hills, and all around me were the sounds of nature. I barely noticed any of this, however. I had found something more interesting to focus my attention on.
In the river that was located about twenty feet below my current position, three girls were bathing, splashing about and laughing. All three were older than me (between eighteen and nineteen years old), tall, beautiful and with stunning figures. None of them were wearing anything.
Since it was such a warm day, they had decided to take off everything and just jump into the cold water. Since they couldn’t see anyone, they had decided no one was around to be offended by their nudity. They were partly wrong; a fourteen-year-old boy was hiding nearby, hidden in the bushes on the cliff overlooking the river. But I wasn’t the least bit offended.
To make my current situation even better, one of the three girls below was Diane. All the boys my age (and most of the older ones) agreed that she was the sexiest girl in town. I had a crush on her. She didn’t know I existed, but that wasn’t too surprising.
She turned to say something to one of the other girls, and I saw her breasts glisten in the sunshine, water dripping slowly off her. The smile on my face grew wider and wider.
Suddenly, I heard someone give a small cough behind me. I realized to my terror that although I was practically invisible to the girls below, I was easily spotted by anyone walking past the river on the northside. And behind me, with a strange, almost evil grin on her face, stood Crystal.
Crystal was a short, cute girl with brown hair and dark, almost black eyes. She was two years younger than me, sporty and energic, something of a tomboy. She was also Diane’s younger, less popular sister.
“Spying on my sister, are you, Ryan?” She shook her head in disapproval, the condescending smile never leaving her lips. “That’s no good, no good at all. Should I call her up and ask her what she thinks of this?” She seemed to be considering this for a moment. “Or maybe I should tell your parents. I think they know how to deal with this.”
“What do you want?” I said, trying to appear confident. I knew it was something; otherwise, she wouldn’t have wasted time talking to me. She would have gone straight to her sister. In addition, she was speaking very quietly, almost whispering. It was clear she didn’t want her sister to hear.
“Well,” she said, “If I told your parents what you have done, they would be angry, wouldn’t they?” From the roundabout way she spoke, I realized whatever she wanted would be very bad. “What would they do with you?”
I sighed. “They would spank me.” Even though most of the kids in my class were still spanked, I still found it embarrassing to admit to a girl, especially a younger girl.
“Well, then, if I don’t tell them, you won’t get your spanking.” Her grin grew even wider. “No one will punish you, so you won’t learn from your mistakes. So SOMEONE should punish you, right?”
I stared at her, hoping she wasn’t talking about what I thought she was talking about. “You can’t mean- “
“What I mean is that you have a simple choice. Either I tell your parents, and they give you a spanking, or I tell no one, and…" She smiled sweetly. “I take you over my knee and spank you.”
My mind raced. Of course, being spanked by a girl, and even worse, a girl that was younger than me, would be an embarrassing event. On the other hand, she would certainly spank far lighter than my parents.
She saw me thinking, and lifted her hand as if swearing an oath: “Oh, and I promise that if you take your punishment from me, I won’t tell ANYONE about the spanking – or the peeking. Not my parents, not your parents, not my friends, not Diane – no one.”
“Okay, I’ll take your spanking,” I said at last.
Crystal clasped her hands in glee. She then waved at me to follow her. “I don’t want my sister to hear what’s going on,” she explained.
I followed in her footsteps for about five minutes, as we headed into the woods. She was cheerfully bouncing around, smiling and giggling. I was rather less cheerful about what was to happen. When she was satisfied that we were far enough from any curious eyes, she sat down on a fallen tree and beckoned me over with a crooked finger. I moved to her right side, and began bending over her lap, but she stopped me. She pointed at the long shorts I wore in the heat. “I really don’t think your parents spank you over your shorts.”
I backed away. She couldn’t mean…. But she was a GIRL!
She lifted her shoulders to indicate indifference. “You can still take the punishment from your parents. It’s not too late.”
I realized that I was in her power until the spanking was over, and decided to get it over with as soon as possible. With a deep breath to steady my nerves, I grabbed my shorts and pulled them down to my knees. I looked at her hopefully, but she just pointed at my underpants, then at the ground. With a sigh of defeat, I pulled them down, baring myself.
Crystal stared wide-eyed, and I realized that she had never seen a naked boy before. Self-conscious and rather embarrassed, I put my hands in front of my crotch.
That seemed to break the spell upon Crystal, and she pointed at her lap. I leaned over, and she positioned me so that my butt was higher and more available. With my legs still on the ground, I reached forward with my hands to steady myself. To my amazement, I found I wasn’t thinking about the spanking to come or the fun that was the cause of it, but how soft the legs I was lying over were. They were soft, smooth, girly legs.
Crystal was rubbing my bottom with her hand, giving it a pinch now and again. I realized that she was nervous, but determined. With a deep breath, she lifted her hand.
The smacks were light at first, and slow. It was obvious that she was trying to work up her courage. Then, they were a little harder, and at last, she worked out the speed. Pretty quickly, the spanks were raining down on my bottom. They weren’t too hard, but over time, the sting built up.
As she smacked on, I could feel her hand around my waist, as she wanted her target to remain stationary as she increased the speed. She was totally into it now, spanking several spanks per second.
She kept on, and after a while, I started to feel tears welling up in my eyes. I fought them back; there was no way a little girl was going to reduce me to tears. But she kept on spanking. And spanking. And spanking.
The sting building up was getting quite uncomfortable, and soon, I started kicking my legs a little. Crystal increased her grip around my waist, but didn’t slow down the slightest.
Shortly after the first tear fell down my face and hit the forest floor below, Crystal stopped spanking. I got to my feet, one hand rubbing the tears out of my eyes, the other the sting out of my bottom. I put my head over my shoulder to inspect the damage: my bottom was pink, as were the top of my thighs. I would feel it every time I sat down today, but it would be gone by tomorrow.
To my astonishment, I felt no ill will towards Crystal. Sure, she had spanked me, but I had to admit I had deserved it. In fact, this was one of the events that started my friendship to the girl.
Southern girl (M/F story)
It was shortly after my nineteenth birthday that I received the invitation from my aunt and uncle to stay at their house in the southern US for the summer. As I wondered whether to accept their offer, there was one factor that affected my decision. For as long as I could remember, I'd had an interest in spanking, diving into the darker corners of the internet in my frantic search. There was no thought that piqued my interest more than a young woman getting her bottom bared, before being pulled over someone's lap for a long, hard spanking.
One of the things I'd heard most about, as far as the Southern US was concerned, was country whippings: young women being dragged into the woodshed for a good dose of the paddle, or being forced to cut their own switches. If I decided to go, I reckoned there was a small chance I'd hear some juicy stories, or perhaps, if I was lucky, I'd get to witness one myself! I didn't know how often young men like myself got to watch these unfortunate young ladies during their punishments, but I saw no harm in being optimistic. I decided to leave Europe for the first time in my life.
I could tell you about meeting my aunt and uncle, seeing the US for the first time, getting to know my cousin Jane, and exploring my new surroundings, but all that would have been frightfully boring, so I'll skip to the interesting part: Kathy.
Kathy was the second daughter of my uncle's closest neighbour. She was a year older than me, a tall girl with red hair, a bright smile and the shortest skirt I'd ever seen on a woman whose name didn't end with ".jpg". She'd offered to show me around town, and even though I'd seen most of what little there was to see around here, I accepted the offer. If there is ever a chance to follow a girl in a short skirt around all day, it shouldn't be wasted.
A few hours later, we were walking around the fields south of town, while Kathy was talking my ear off with some sort of gossip. I wasn't really paying attention, mainly enjoying the sound of her Southern drawl while wondering how I'd steer the conversation over to my favourite topic. You see, I'd already decided I wanted to hear all about this young lady's spankings, and I would prefer it if I could somehow convince her to tell me herself. I just couldn't see a way to change the subject without being too obvious.
In the end, I gave up and went with a far blunter approach. "Kathy, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure!" she said cheerily.
"It's a bit.... personal, and I don't know if you want to answer it."
"Well, until you ask it, I don't know either," she pointed out.
"Have you ever been spanked?" I said, staring at the horizon. After a few seconds, I looked over at her.
She was staring at me, eyes open wide. "What do you want to know that for?"
I shrugged, trying my hardest to seem like I didn't really care whether she answered or not. "Just curious. I'm trying to see if the things I've heard about the US are true, and one of the things I've heard is that American parents are a lot stricter than their European counterparts."
"I guess that makes sense," she said. "But yes."
"Yes, what?" I asked.
"Yes, I've been spanked. Lots of times, actually," she said, as calmly as if she was discussing the weather. "My butt's felt the belt plenty of times, let me tell you."
Bingo, I thought. Now, how to get as many details out her as possible? "Your dad uses a belt?" I asked, trying to appear both shocked and sympathetic – the former was easy, the latter less so.
"Not JUST that, off course," she said while she started walking again. "A couple of paddles, the yardstick, and sometimes, if I'm really bad, he'll take out the BIRCH." She looked around, as if she was afraid talking about it would summon a birch out of thin air. When it failed to appear, she continued. "Ma uses the brush and a wooden spoon, when she has to, but usually, she sends me to my room and waits for Dad to take care of it."
"You keep using the word 'uses'," I pointed out. "Don't you mean 'used'?"
She shook her head. "Oh no, I'm still spanked, I can promise you that." She looked up while she searched her memory. "Let's see, my last spanking was probably on Friday, so a little less than a week ago. I'd stayed out past my curfew, so Dad took me over his knee and took out the small paddle – about the size of a ping pong paddle. Blistered my butt like crazy." She glanced over at me. "Are you ok? You look pale, and it sounds like you're breathing a bit heavy." Her voice was full of concern.
"I'm fine, just tired," I told her. "I'm not used to walking so far." In reality, the image of this lovely girl draped over a lap, bare bottom paddled until she cried, had filled my head, and I had some trouble concentrating.
"Let's go down to the river," she said. "It's a bit cooler, and you can rest. Anyway, where was I? Last Friday. I thought I'd never sit again, but a few days later, the bruises were gone." She turned her back to me, flipping up her skirt to reveal her panties. "See?" she said, pointing at her cheeks. "Not a mark on me. I heal quickly," she said and smiled. Or at least, I assume she did. I wasn't looking at her face.
"Your breathing's gotten worse," she said, sounding concerned. "It's not far now, then you can rest for a bit."
"Thank you," I said. "That's very kind." Or something to that effect, my mind was elsewhere.
We sat under the trees for a while, dipping our feet in the cold river while she told me all about her spankings. "Sometimes," she told me, "He makes me do corner time on the porch – I have to face the wall, bare from the waist down, on display to anyone who happens to walk past. Can you believe it?"
I shook my head, wondering whether I'd be lucky enough to witness this during my stay. I vowed to always keep my camera phone on me until I did. Some things should be preserved.
"And then, he tells me that I shouldn't talk about my spankings – it's private, he says." She raised her hands in the air in frustration. "Well, it's not very private when I'm on the porch, I can promise you that."
"You just told me," I pointed out.
She looked at me with confusion in her eyes. "Huh?"
"You said your father didn't want you to talk about your punishments. Well, you've just told me all about them."
She clasped her hands in front of her mouth, as if she hoped to catch the words and put them back in. "Oh no! I forgot! I'll get the birch for this!"
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. He doesn't need to find out," I told her. While the thought of Kathy being bent over for the birch was VERY appealing to me, she looked so cute and vulnerable I just had to comfort her. I just wasn't cruel enough, I guess.
She smiled at me. "Thanks. You're so kind, you know that?" Suddenly, she looked sad. "But I broke my promise. I SHOULD be punished, it's only fair. But he'll use birch, I just know it. Anything but the birch..." she said, staring at the water.
A thought occurred to me – a thought so appealing I had to look away so that she wouldn't spot the huge grin on my face. "What if I punish you?" I said, once I'd finally gotten my facial features somewhat under control.
She looked up at me. "What do you mean?"
"I take you over my knee and spank you. You're punished for your mistake, but my hand will be a lot less painful than the birch."
She bit her lip. "I don't know," she said. "I'd feel pretty embarrassed going over your knee, considering you're younger than me."
"Well, that's what makes it a punishment," I told her. "It wouldn't do you any good if it wasn't embarrassing." I shrugged. "But it's your call, I'm just offering," I said, trying to pretend I suggested it for HER sake.
"I guess that makes sense." She got to her feet, looking around at the woods around us. "No one ever comes down here, so this is as good a spot as any," she said. "Why don't you sit down on that tree stump over there?"
This was actually happening, I thought to myself as I sat down. A beautiful woman was about to go over my knee for a spanking. I'd pinch myself, but if this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up.
Kathy raised her skirt, lowered her panties to her knees, and leaned over my lap, giving me access to one of the most well-formed derrières I'd ever laid eyes on. I pushed her slightly forward, so that her feet were off the ground, like in the stories I'd read online. I wanted to watch her feet kick. I rested my right hand on her bottom, wondering whether she'd protest if I squeezed her cheeks.
"You don't have to wait any more. I'm ready," she told me as she looked up at me. "Well, as ready as I'll ever be," she said, trying to put on a brave smile.
The first few smacks were, I'll admit, pretty weak. I'd never done this before, and I wasn't entirely sure how hard you were supposed to hit. By the pathetic clapping sound my hand made, the paleness of her cheeks and the complete silence of the girl across my knees, my guess was that the answer was 'A bit harder than that'.
I added a few more slaps, each harder than the previous, and after about a dozen, I got a small reaction: Kathy let out a small 'ow!', and a pink hand print appeared on her bottom before disappearing again.
I kept spanking, harder and harder, and soon, Kathy was kicking her legs, letting out cute little yelps every time my hand landed on her naked skin. I'd gotten into a sort of rhythm, moving from cheek to cheek. Slowly, her bottom was turning pink, and I aimed for the paler parts to make sure her entire backside was the same shade.
She had tears in her eyes, making her cute face look even cuter. I was in heaven, and I wanted it to go on forever.
But of course, it had to stop. When Kathy started kicking her legs, promising to be good, I decided she'd had enough. I helped her to her feet, giving her a hug as she rubbed her stinging rear.
"Thanks," she'd told me. "I'm glad you're such a good friend. I don't know if I could have done this to someone – make them cry like this. I'm lucky you're more determined than me." She kissed my cheek. "Thank you."
I have to admit, I felt like a bastard for manipulating such a sweet girl. Of course, if I could turn back time, I'd do the same thing again. That butt was seriously CUTE!
It was morning, I sat in my room, thinking about the events of the previous day. One thing bothered me: I'd had an erection all through the spanking. Kathy must have felt it, it was poking her right in the stomach. Why hadn't she said anything? Was she thinking about other things, like her impending punishment, and her broken promise? I shrugged. Why look a gift horse in the mouth?
Jane entered, wondering if I wanted to play darts. "Sure," I said to my cousin, "But could I ask you something first?" I wanted to know how often Kathy was placed on the porch, so I'd know if I had any chance of seeing it during my stay. "I heard a rumour in town yesterday, about Kathy?"
"What about her?" Jane asked.
"Well... someone told me she is sometimes birched, and placed on the porch to do corner time. Is that true?"
She grinned. "Telling stories to the city boy again, huh? Who was it? Was it Sally, that little brat? Or Joe? I'll knock his teeth out, the stinking -"
"I don't remember who it was," I said hastily. "It's not true then?"
"That girl hasn't been spanked in her life," Jane said.
I blinked, trying to process this new information. "Never?"
"Well, I don't spend all day peeking in through their windows," she told me. "But as far as I know, no." She looked at me. "Why do you ask, by the way?"
I shrugged, trying to hide my sudden and utter confusion. "I thought it sounded cruel," I told her. "I wondered whether we should call the police – cruelty like that can't be legal."
"Always the knight in shining armour, huh?" Jane grinned. "Well, this damsel isn't in distress, so don't charge in. Now, are we going to go outside so I can kick your ass in darts or not?"
She'd been manipulating me, I realized. I was sitting outside, back to a fence as I thought about everything that had happened. That devious little minx. Lied to me right from the start to get what she wanted. Of course, I'd be a lot more upset if 'what she wanted' was something other than 'getting me to spank those lovely cheeks of her a nice, rosy colour."
"Looking thoughtful there. What're you thinking about?"
I looked up. Kathy was standing at the other side of the fence, leaning over it to look at me. "So everything was a lie?"
She nodded. "Every last word. These sweet cheeks of mine hadn't received as much as a smack before you got to town," she said, slapping herself on the behind. "You should be happy. You got the honour of being my first." I said nothing, and she began to pout. "But you're right, I guess," she said. "I shouldn't have lied to you like that. That was very, very naughty of me." She fluttered her eyelids. "Perhaps you, with your big, city-educated brain can think of some way I can be punished for that?"
She was right. I could.
The Night at the Tavern (M/F story)
Marcus took the map out from the stack of papers in front of him, and he wondered where they should head next. He and Julia had been looking for a way to defeat the Baron for months, but they still didn't have a clear goal in mind – how exactly were they going to defeat a man that could combine dark sorcery with one of the deadliest sword arms in the country? Marcus had his sword at his side, and Julia could accomplish great things with her mage's staff in her hands, but even together, they were no match for him – not to mention having to get past the men under his command.
They were sitting in a tavern, enjoying a drink at a table as they made their plans. Marcus had learned long ago that if you wanted to make secret plans, you never sat in a dark corner – dark dealings in dark corners were noteworthy, and every man in the house would be watching them out of the corner of their eye. Instead, they'd picked a room near the window, where they sat as if they were filling out some form, never raising their voices or whispering. Marcus and Julia had long ago mastered the art of appearing boring, not worth anyone's attention – and they never received any, either.
Marcus was just wondering whether they should seek help with the Monks in the Valley, when he became aware of a loud racket on the other side of the room. He stared open-mouthed as he watched Gwen, the third member of their little group, dancing on a table with a tankard in her hand. Gwen was a young bard who had decided to travel with them, and they greatly benefited from her local knowledge – she could find secret paths through thick forests, and she knew the location of every alehouse in the country. But she didn't share their talent for subtlety, and as he watched her swing her hips to the lute music, he knew that any hope of avoiding attention was lost. In addition, she'd fallen into a lake the day before, and had to borrow one of Julia's robes, and it was clear that she didn't know how to move in it – the men watching her performance were getting glimpses of things normally kept under wraps.
“Take the papers,” he told Julia as he got up. “Go to our rooms and wait there.” Once Julia had left, Marcus went over to Gwen. By putting his foot out and gently nudging the table, he pushed Gwen out of balance, and she stumbled to the side, leaning onto him as he held her to keep her from falling to the floor. “You've had a bit too much to drink, Gwen,” he told her gently. “I think it's time you went to bed.”
“N-nonsense,” she slurred as she tried to step away from him. “I'm going to dance."
He couldn't allow this to drag out, so with one swift motion, he lifted her up in his arms and carried her out of the room, trying his best not to draw attention. Of course, since most of the men in the room were staring at them, disappointed that the show was over, and since Gwen had started singing loudly, he wasn't very successful.
“Why are you ruining my fun?” she said accusingly as he carried her into the room that Julia and Gwen were sharing. Julia was sitting on a stool, watching them with a grin on her face. Marcus couldn't quite see the funny side of the situation.
He set Gwen down on her feet and glared at her. “We were supposed to get some rest here and NOT DRAW ATTENTION to ourselves. Do you remember that? Or did it get lost in your tankard, like the rest of your brain?”
She pouted. “I was only dancing a little,” she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“You were dancing on a table, in a wizard's robe that is starting to come loose. Let me put it this way: if you'd been wearing panties, you'd be flashing them right now. I don't think there was a man in the house who wasn't enjoying the view.”
With an embarrassed blush, she tightened the robe, before trying to push past him. “I'm going to get another drink.”
He stopped her. “You're going to do no such thing. You're going to spend the rest of the evening in this room. Do a bit of reading, get some sleep, do what you want, but you're not leaving this room until you've sobered up.” She tried to push past him again, but again, he held her back. “If you don't stop this nonsense and sit down, I'm going to pull you across my knee and spank your bottom.”
Julia gasped loudly, the smile on her face growing wider, while Gwen blushed and almost seemed to lose her nerve. If he'd delivered this threat to Julia, she would have listened – she'd been over his knee enough times to know she didn't want a repeat performance. But Gwen didn't have her experience, and after a pause, she glared at him, trying her best to appear intimidating. “I don't remember asking you to pretend to be my father. Get out of my way.”
As she tried to push him aside, he grabbed her arm, stepping over to the bed as he dragged her behind him. She tried to resist, but as he sat down, he easily pulled her forward and tipped her over his lap. With one hand at her back, holding her down, he pulled the robe up, revealing her pale, white cheeks.
“You can't do this!” she yelled. “Let me up at once.”
Instead of answering her, Marcus just lifted his hand and started spanking her bottom. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, delivering firm, hard smacks that soon had her squirming over his lap.
“Are you going to pay attention now?” he said after a while, not pausing the spanking as he interrogated her. Her backside was beginning to turn pink under his palm, and Julia was giggling – she obviously found spankings hilarious when she wasn't the one getting them.
“Ouch! I'll be good, I promise. I'll just have a quiet pint in the corner, no one will notice me! Honest!” she said, trying to squirm out of his grip. It was futile.
“You're going to stay right here, in this room, young lady,” he said, delivering a particularly firm set of spanks to her sit spots. “And if I hear any more lip from you, you're going to find yourself back over my knee, and I'll take a wooden spoon to your bare bottom. Is that clear?”
“Ow! Yes, sir!”
“Her manners are improving. Maybe you should do this more often?” Julia suggested with a smile.
“Maybe you should worry more about your own tail before you find yourself facing the carpet again,” he told her. She just smiled, her eyes shining as she watched Gwen kick her legs from the pain.
“Let's try this one more time: are you going to be a good girl and stay in this room for the rest of the evening?”
“Owiee! Yes, sir, I promise!”
He smiled. “And what is going to happen if you don't?”
“Ow! You'll spank me, again, sir!”
“Good,” he said, and after a final volley of hard slaps on her quivering posterior, he helped her up. She cried into his shoulder as he rubbed her back, and she soon fell asleep in his arms. He put her to bed, and walked over to Julia. “Are the papers in the backpack?”
She nodded. “I think you're right, we should head to the Monks. Even if they can't give us anything but information, that information could be valuable.”
“Then, that's settled.” He nodded to the bard who was moving in her sleep, resting on her stomach. “If she tries to leave, stop her, and fetch me.”
“Will do.”
“By the way, if I learn you've been teasing her for this, I'm going to give you a thrashing that will make what you just saw, seem like love taps. Got that?”
“The thought never crossed my mind,” she said, with her best impression of an innocent woman.
“Of course not,” he told her. “I'm going to bed.”
Sunday 12 September 2021
Olivia and Kristine (F/F story)
I told her that my name was Kristine, and I worked in an office downtown. She invited me in for a cup of tea and a chat, and I accepted. As I sat on the couch and looked around the room, I glanced at the unopened cardboard boxes. I decided to be a good neighbour and offer to help her unpack.
One of the boxes I opened turned out to be full of clothes, so I carried it into her bedroom. I stifled a giggle as I picked up a pair of pyjamas – the bottom half was bright pink, while the upper part was white and covered in pink flowers. Not exactly the kind of pyjamas I had expected to find on a college freshman.
The next thing I picked out of the box was a few pairs of underwear – these, at least, weren’t pink, but most of them had a bear or a kitten or some other cute animal on them. I chuckled, and Olivia turned her head to see what I was laughing at.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, in a tone of voice that suggested genuine curiosity.
“Well… it’s all so…” I waved my hand vaguely. “Well… childish. Are you really going to wear this stuff?”
“I would hardly have bothered to pack it if I weren’t,” she said.
“Aren’t you worried about what people are going to say?”
“No. I like them, and none of my clothes are against the college’s rules,” she said, still seemingly confused about what I found so funny.
I shook my head, trying to picture myself going to college like that back when I was nineteen. I think I would have died of embarrassment.
“Look, you can’t go to school like this,” I said.
“Of course I can,” she told me. “I am an adult, and I can wear what I want. I want to wear that.” She put her hands at her hips and glared at me. “And if you try to meddle in what I choose to wear, I’m going to spank you.”
I chuckled again, but she was still glaring at me. I looked at her face, trying to find traces of a joke, but found nothing. I arched an eyebrow, folded my hands in front of me, and stood towering over her. I was 5 and a half feet, and this girl was a few inches shorter than five feet.
“And how exactly were you going to accomplish that?” I said.
“Like this,” she said simply as she grabbed my hand. She dragged me behind her as she walked over to the bed, sat down, and started to pull me forward. I could easily have resisted her if I tried, but I was far too shocked about what was going on.
Less than an hour ago, I had met a petite college student who dressed like a pre-teen, and now, she was going to pull me over her lap and spank me. I like to think I’d just decided to see where things were going, but to tell the truth, I'm not sure I was doing any conscious thinking at this point.
Once she’d placed me over her lap, Olivia began to spank the seat of my jeans. Her hand moved from cheek to cheek, delivering a crisp smacking sound and a slight sting as it landed. Once I got over the shock of finding myself in this position, I discovered that it was far from unpleasant. In fact, her hand was spreading a pleasant warmth across my bottom.
When she stopped, I looked over my shoulder. Olivia was blowing on her palm.
“These jeans are hurting my hand,” she complained. “Stand up."
I did as instructed, and then watched as she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Once she’d lowered them to my knees, uncovering my white cotton panties, she smiled to herself.
“That’s better,” she said. She then looked up at me and patted her lap. “Back across my knee. I need to finish your spanking.”
As I laid across the bed, my bottom across her lap, I decided to rest my head on my folded arms and just enjoy the moment. As she continued the spanking, I found that it hurt more without the protection of my jeans, but it was still a pleasant sensation. Her soft thighs under my belly, her palm gently patting my warm backside… I couldn’t remember the last time I was this content.
My reverie was interrupted when her fingers grabbed the waistband of my panties and began to pull them down. “Hey!” I protested, surprised by this move.
“All proper spankings are on the bare bottom,” she said, as if this much was obvious. “You need a proper punishment if you’re going to learn your lesson."
Did she honestly think she was punishing me, or was this part of some game she played? I decided not to ask. I lifted my hips, allowing her to pull my panties down. After all, I was already over the lap of a girl ten years my junior, with my jeans around my ankles and a pink, warm bottom – keeping my panties on wouldn’t make things much different.
Her palm continued to gently spank my bottom, and I found myself lifting my hips to meet every smack of her hand. The room was spinning, and I was moaning with pleasure.
“Have you learned your lesson, Kristine?” she asked after a while. The sting in my rear was beginning to build, and I decided I’d had enough for now. I nodded.
She gave my backside a hard slap that woke me from my reverie. “That’s ‘yes, ma’am’ or ‘no ma’am’, Kristine,” she lectured. “Which is it?”
“Yes, ma’am” I replied. She helped me to my feet, and I wandered over to the wardrobe. My jeans were still around my ankles, but I kicked them off as I walked. As I stood with my back to the mirror, I marvelled at the sight of my pink rear end. I felt warm and tingly all over.
Olivia stood up. “Are you going to be a good girl now?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.
She walked up to me, grabbed my head and pulled me down, and shocked me by giving me a loving kiss, right on the lips.
“Good to hear!” she said. “Let’s finish unpacking.” I reached for my jeans, but she shook her head. “Can’t you leave those where they are? Your bottom is really cute, particularly when it’s pink.”
I pulled up my panties but decided to grant her wish and leave my jeans on the floor. I spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking things, getting a gentle smack to the seat of my panties every time Olivia walked by, or a comment that would cause my face to blush just as pink as my bottom.
What the secretary saw (M/F story)
Sally Jackson leaned back in her chair, smiling to herself. She'd expected that stack of documents to eat up at least a few hours of her time, but half an hour after she'd started, the stack was almost gone. She was quite happy; it was a Friday afternoon, and her boss, the accomplished businessman Percival Hill, had said they might have to work a few hours overtime if they didn't get everything done in time. But from the looks of things, that wouldn't be necessary.
She'd expected that working as a secretary for Mister Hill would be tough work, considering how few of the other people in the firm wanted the job. But it wasn't too bad. There wasn't much time for slacking, but he didn't demand more than when she'd been a low-ranking clerk. She couldn't understand why so few people jumped at the chance to a larger office and better pay.
The sound of high heels determinedly marching towards the offices made her look up. Sally smiled politely as Elisabeth Hill, the boss' wife, approached. Sally hadn't spoken to Mrs Hill yet, and wondered what she was like.
Mrs Hill glared at her, barely summoning up the effort to sneer: "You're her, aren't you? My husband's new pet."
Sally blinked. "I'm sorry?"
"He called me and told me he'd be 'working' late today," Mrs Hill said, not paying much attention to what Sally was saying. She took a few steps forward, moving around the desk, and running her eyes up Sally's body. The young secretary felt her skin crawl. "I can see why. You didn't waste much time, did you? A week or so in the job, and you're already in his trousers."
Sally had been wondering just what this woman was accusing her of, but no longer. She tried her best to remain polite. "Mrs Hill, the reason we might have to work late is that there was a lot of paperwork to get through," she explained calmly. "But it looks like we might be finished soon, so we won't have to."
Mrs Hill smiled self-satisfyingly. "So, when a predator shows up, the scavenger scurries back in her hole. How fitting. But remember this," she said, pushing her face into Sally's. "He's mine, so get your claws out of him."
Then came a voice, slow, but forceful, and slightly amused: "So in this predator-scavenger analogy of yours, do I play the part of corpse?"
Mrs Hill sprung back, blushing as she turned to face her husband. "Percival! I was just-"
"You were just harassing my staff again, bothering them with your paranoid fantasies. I wish you'd stop that. Do you know how hard it was to fill that position? Most of my workers knew you'd most likely harass them."
Sally looked at her boss. He was standing with his hands folded before him, looking at his wife with disappointment. "Didn't I tell you to leave my workers alone?"
Mrs Hill nodded, and her husband put his hand behind his ear. "I'm sorry? What was that?"
His wife swallowed. "Yes, sir."
"And what did I promise you if you did it again?"
She turned slightly pale, and while her face was turned towards her husband, her eyes were locked on Sally. The message was clear: 'Don't make me say it. Not in front of HER.'
Sally was intrigued. Whatever it was, it was clearly embarrassing her.
"Elisabeth, what did I promise you?" he said, his tone getting slightly more forceful. Percival Hill was not a large man in anyone's book, but when his eyes turned cold and his tone forceful, he could be very intimidating.
"You.... you said you'd give me a spanking, sir."
Sally stared at her, mouth open. She must have misheard.
"That's right," he said, picking up one of the chairs and moving it to the middle of the room. As he sat down, he looked at his wife. "Come here."
She stared at him, then threw her arm out toward Sally. "Please, sir, not in here. She'll see!"
"Yes, she will. Considering the way you've treated her, I think that's only fair, don't you?" He turned to Sally. "Unless she doesn't WANT to, of course. What do you say, Sally? Will it offend you to see her getting what's coming?"
Normally, if Sally saw some grown woman about to be pulled over someone's knee, getting her bottom spanked, she'd rush to her protection and scream at the brute about to lay his hands on her. Under the circumstances, though, she was having trouble feeling much sympathy. "Not at all, sir. Please, go on," she said with a smile.
Mister Hill smiled back, before turning to his wife with a strict look on his face. He patted his lap. "Come here, Elisabeth."
On shaking knees, Elisabeth made her way toward him, standing at his right side. Without being prompted, she leaned forward, hands on the floor as she laid down over her husband's lap, her bottom being pushed up by his knee. Sally had a feeling she'd been in this position a few times before.
Sally smiled, eagerly leaning forward to watch the show. He had made sure that his wife's bottom was turned towards the secretary, giving her an excellent view of what was going on. How thoughtful of him.
He lifted his hand, bringing it down on her skirt-covered bottom with a loud smack. Mrs Hill lay there stoically, determined not to make a fuss in front of the SECRETARY, but as the spanks kept landing, each increasing the burning sensation spreading through her rear, she found herself kicking her legs.
"You'll stop bothering my staff," her husband told her calmly as he spanked. "You'll treat everyone with respect. And if you don't, I'll invite every employee I have to watch your next blistering."
"You wouldn't!" she gasped., but she didn't sound too sure.
"Why don't you behave, and you won't have to find out?" he answered calmly.
He lifted her skirt, bringing her black silk panties into view. She kicked her legs a bit, clearly wanting to protest, but scared of the consequences. Her cheeks were turning pink, and Sally found the sight quite appealing. The spanking continued, and Sally grinned as she watched her cheeks bounce under his strict palm. She was crying, but he didn't seem too moved by her tears.
And then, once her rear end had started to turn red, came the order. "Elisabeth, I want you to pull your panties down."
His wife gasped. Not only would her bottom be bare in front of the watching eyes of the secretary, but she would have to do it herself. "Please, sir, I've learned my lesson."
"Obviously not, or I wouldn't have to tell you twice. If your panties aren't pulled down in five seconds, I'm doing it myself, and I'll take my belt off while I'm at it."
In a flash, she'd pulled her panties down, and he continued the spanking. She was sobbing loudly as his hard palm rained slaps down on her quivering posterior, kicking her legs wildly.
By the time she was finally allowed off his lap, she was a red-faced, red-bottomed, sobbing child of a woman.
"I want you to apologize to Sally," he told her. She did so, and it was one of the sincerest apologies Sally had gotten in her life. Only then was the woman allowed to pull her panties back up and lower her skirt, which she did hastily.
A few minutes later, Sally was walking home, thinking about what had happened. Her boss had made her promise not to tell anyone. She closed her eyes, picturing the red bottom squirming around, the woman squealing as her husband roasted her hind quarters. Quite an interesting afternoon.
The Tomb (F/F story)
"Good," the vampire said, smiling brightly.