Her fantasy (M/F story)

Amber studied her boyfriend's face closely, eager to know his reaction, but also fearing what it might be. Unable to decipher his expression, she bit her lip. "So… what do you think?"

Jason took a deep breath. "It's… it's a surprise, certainly," he said at last. "I didn't really expect that from you. To think that you want to be spanked..."

A strange tingling ran down her spine as he spoke the s-word. "I don't know if it 'want'. Maybe I NEED to be…" she tried to repeat the word, but couldn't. "...dealt with." Her large eyes looked nervously at him.

He shrugged. "It's a bit strange, I have to say. But if this is what you want… why not? Sure, I'll do it."

Her face lit up, and she ran forward to hug him, burying her face in his chest. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

He was surprised at the reaction, but reached down and placed his finger under her chin. Lifting her head, he placed a kiss on her lips. "Anything for the pretty lady."

They sat down on the couch, and with a trembling voice, she slowly told him her fantasy.

An hour later, Jason was standing in the living room. He wondered how much he really looked like a strict teacher in his suit and tie.

Amber had taken one of the kitchen chairs and placed it against the wall. She had then gone to the bedroom to change, and would be knocking on the door when she was done. His mind started pondering the strangeness of the current situation, but he shook it away. Amber wanted him to do this, so he would do his best.

After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door. Jason took a deep breath. "Enter," he said as calmly as he could.

Amber entered the room, and Jason was shocked at the transformation she'd gone through. She was dressed in a schoolgirl uniform, with a white blouse and a black skirt that was probably just a little too short for most school regulations. She was also wearing long white knee socks, and a pair of small black shoes.  He was quite certain that he'd never seen any part of that outfit before.

She had removed every part of her make-up, and her long blonde hair was now in pigtails. She now looked like a teenager, rather than the hard-working twenty-five-year-old she really was.

Managing to keep the surprise out of both his face and his voice, he looked sternly at her. "Ah, Amber Winter. Come in, girl."

She approached him nervously, not quite able to meet his gaze. "You sent for me, Mister Hamilton?"

"That's right. Can you think of any reason why?"

She squirmed a little. "N-no, sir. Nothing springs to mind."

"Well then, let's jog your memory a little. You were supposed to hand in your English lesson during class today. When I went through the pile today, I noticed one name that was curiously absent – and not for the first time, either."

"Please, sir, I'll do it later, I promise."

"You certainly will – and you'll be doing it on a sore bottom, too. Fetch the chair."

"But sir!" she said, pleading, but not quite able to keep the enjoyment out of her eyes.

"Now, Amber!"

On shaking legs, she walked over to the wall, picked up the kitchen chair and carried into the centre of the room. It was a heavy, wooden straight back chair without armrests. Once she'd placed it in position, he sat down and patted his lap. "Let's not waste any more time, girl. Over my knee."

Slowly, she leaned forward, placing her weight on his thighs. Like she had advised him, he gently guided her forward until her head was near the floor and her backside was lifted over his lap. With one hand on her back to hold her in place, he used the other one to flip up her skirt, revealing two pale, firm domes, covered by a pair of thin white cotton panties.

"I think we'll start with a quick warm-up over your panties."

"Yes, sir."

He lifted his hand and gave her left cheek a firm spank, surprised at the loud smack it produced. He gave her right cheek an equally firm slap, before slapping her left cheek again. Soon, his hand was moving from cheek to cheek in a quick rhythm.

"Ouch!" she squealed theatrically. "It really hurts, sir!" she said unconvincingly.

"It's supposed to hurt, Amber. Maybe this will finally teach you to behave!"

He continued to spank her for several minutes, watching her bottom ripple from every spank. After a while, he placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties.

"No! Not on the bare, sir! Please let me keep my panties," she said, wriggling her bottom enticingly in a manner that completely contradicted her words.

Slowly but firmly, he peeled her panties down, revealing a gorgeous bottom that was just beginning to turn pink. "With the warm-up complete, it's time to begin your real punishment," he said dramatically, giving her bottom a hard slap.

As his hand continued to strike her bottom, she arched her back and moaned in a very intimate manner, wriggling her bottom with every slap. It was clear she was enjoying herself – and Jason discovered that he was quite enjoying himself as well. His erection was pressing into her stomach, trying to burst free of his grey trousers.

Slowly, but surely, the once-pale cheeks turned pink. By the time he stopped the spanking and told her to stand, her entire bottom was red. Her hands flew back to rub, and she moaned loudly as she gingerly rubbed the sting away.

"Was it what you wanted?" he asked her.

"Ooh. Everything I hoped for, and yet so much more," she said dreamily.

"Good to hear." He walked over and planted a kiss on her lips. She hissed in pain and lust as his hand reached around to grab her backside. "Because I think we should head for the bedroom and-"

"No!" she said suddenly, causing him to start. "No. Not yet."

"I know you're as horny as I am," he told her. "I could smell you while you were over my knee. Your-"

"I know, but not yet," she insisted. "You did great, but a naughty schoolgirl isn't fully punished when her teacher is done."

He looked confused, so she explained the second part of the fantasy.

A few hours later, Jason was sitting on the couch in the living room. After her explanation, they had changed back into their regular clothes, and then prepared dinner. He'd found himself quite enjoying the sight of her squirming around on her chair, and when she'd caught his gaze, she had blushed and smiled happily. She wanted to give her backside a few hours to heal before continuing, so it was evening before she'd gone to the bedroom to change into her new outfit.

His new outfit was a simple cardigan and his regular jeans. No longer the strict teacher, he was now the uncompromising father, ready to deal with any nonsense that came his way.

He glanced at his watch. It was now eight. "Amber!" he shouted over his shoulder.  "Come here. I want to talk to you."

As his girlfriend entered the room, he was once again struck by the change she had gone through.  She was still in pigtails, and not wearing any make-up, but she was now wearing pink two-part pyjamas that would have looked at home at a child's sleepover. She was clutching an old stuffed bunny as if it was her only friend in the world.

"What is it, daddy?" she said.

"You got in trouble in school today, didn't you?"

"Uh huh." She gave an exaggerated nod.

"The teacher had to give you a spanking, didn't he?"

"Uh huh," she said again, rubbing her backside with one hand while the other still clutched her bunny. "It really hurt."

"Well, it's about to hurt a lot more," he told her. "You know the rule – spanked at school, spanked at home."

"But daddy!" she whined. "I've already been punished!"

"And now, you're going to be punished again," he told her, beckoning her over. Once she'd inched her way over to him, he grabbed her arm and pulled her over his lap. As she lay on the couch, her pink-clad bottom was poised over his lap, and she squealed as the first slaps landed on her waiting posterior.

"Please, daddy, not so hard," she said, her wriggling backside once again contradicting her words. "I'm sorry."

"You're going to be a lot sorrier by the time I'm done," he promised, as his hand continued to impact her rear end.

After a few minutes of squealing, he decided to lower her pyjama bottoms and see what she was wearing underneath. He had a feeling it would be something childish, with cartoon bunnies covering her seat, but it was also possible that she wasn't wearing anything beneath. So it was quite a shock when he pulled them down to find a black satin thong. He paused. What exactly did this mean?

Amber was confused for a second. Why had he stopped? Suddenly, she remembered what she was wearing. "Oh, Jason, I'm sorry! I forgot to change my underwear."

Taking control of the situation, Jason quickly pulled the thong down to her knees. "My name is 'daddy'," he told her strictly. "And no daughter of mine is going to wear something like THIS to bed." And he delivered a hard volley of spanks to her now-bare bottom that caused her to cry out and kick her legs.

She yelped and wriggled as his firm palm continued to paint her backside red. Despite the pain and humiliation – or perhaps because of it – she could feel herself growing wetter, and she moaned loudly as his erection pressed into her stomach.

By the time he helped his red-bottomed girlfriend to her feet, she could no longer hold herself back, and she eagerly jumped up with her knees in the couch, kissing him passionately.

"I want you," she whispered. "I NEED you."

With a chuckle, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.