Skinny-dipping (M/F story)

Shannon was walking along the edges of her parents' farm, when she spotted Mark fixing some fences nearby. She smiled to herself. She loved teasing Mark.

Mark was their closest neighbour, and though he was just a few years older than her, he owned quite a large piece of land (some of it was inheritance, the rest he had bought). He was quiet, and didn't spend a lot of time in town.

"How's it going, Mark?" she said, putting on her best innocent smile.

"Fine," he replied, displaying his usual lack of verbosity.

"I don't know why you even bother putting up fences, to be honest," she told him. "I don't imagine you've got much worth nicking."

"Is that you keep trespassing to steal my apples?" he asked.

She smiled. "As if I'd set foot on that mound of dirt you call your property." In truth, he had some of the best land in the district, with the best apples to boot, but she wasn't about to admit that.

"You know, you might look like a woman, but you're acting like a little brat in need of a good spanking," he told her and walked off.

She glared at him. A brat? Her? The nerve!

A few hours later, she was taking a stroll through the woods on the western edges of his property. She hadn't been here much, but she had to admit it was quite beautiful. She came across a pond, and decided to go for a quick swim in the heat.

Shannon stripped off and lowered herself into the water, grimacing slightly at the cold; even though the air was quite warm, the water was chilly.

She had no idea how long she swam there, enjoying the cool water on the warm day, but suddenly, she noticed that someone was looking at her from the edge of the pond. Mark was sitting on a log, grinning.

"Mark!" she yelled out, covering herself with her hands. "Why are you peeping at me, you creep!?"

"Why are you skinny-dipping on my property, girl? You still haven't learned manners, obviously."

She decided to get out of there immediately, saving as much dignity as she could, and started looking around for her clothes. She'd left them lying next to an old log.

The one Mark was sitting on.

She bit her lip. That was dignity out of the question. Now for the "leaving" part.

"Could you hand me my clothes, please?" she asked him.

"Wow, a 'please'? That's rare, coming from you." He smiled, leaning back. "I think I like this new you."

"Stop it, just hand me my clothes!" she yelled, glaring at him.

"… And there's the old one back. Didn't last long, did it? But I'm afraid the answer is 'no', at least for the moment."

"What do you mean?" she didn't like the direction this was taking.

"It's simple. I'm going to punish you for trespassing on my property, obviously. And since you've been such a brat, I think a spanking is in order, don't you?"

"Forget it, creep!"

He smiled. "Fair enough." He picked up the pile of clothes and started to leave. "Have fun walking back home."

"Wait!" She cried out. "You can't leave me like this!"

"It's your choice, Shannon," he told her, sitting back down on the log. "Either you come here and take your spanking, or I walk off with your clothes, and you can find your way home. Take your pick."

She bit her lip, pondering her options. She didn't want a spanking from ANYONE, least of all from a neighbour not much older than her, but at least she knew he would keep quiet about it. If she made her way home nude, on the other hand, anyone that saw it would be far more likely to talk.

"I'll take the spanking," she told him at last.

"Then come here and quit wasting time," he told her, patting his lap.

She stepped out of the pond, trying to cover up as much as possible. She could feel his gaze on her, and it made her squirm. He patted his lap again, and she slowly lowered herself over his knee. The vulnerability of her position caused her to shiver – here she was, naked in the forest, over the knee of her steel-willed neighbour. He rubbed her bottom, causing her to squirm in anticipation.

He slapped her bottom hard, and she cried out, shocked by the sting. He wasted no time with a warm-up, starting the spanking off right away.

"You've been quite rude to me for some time, Shannon. I hope by the time this is over, you'll have learnt some manners."

"Fuck you, Mark!" she yelled, kicking her legs.

"It will take a while, obviously, but I'm still hopeful."

His firm palm landed repeatedly on her poor posterior. She could feel tears at the edge of her eyes, but did her best to push them back. She wasn't going to break down in front of him! However, she couldn't stop herself from squirming around under his punishing hand.

He had stopped lecturing, which was good, as she didn't think she was able to focus on anything but the burning sting that grew with every second until it felt like she had sat down on a campfire. She tried to reach back to protect her bottom, but he caught her wrist and held her hand at the small of her back, holding her in place while preventing her from interfering with her punishment.

As the pain continued, she was no longer able to hold back the tears, and was soon sobbing loudly. She couldn't believe what was happening to her! The mature young woman, reduced to a sobbing child!

"Will you be good now, girl?"

She wanted to spit in his face, to tell him that she would never give in, but the blistering bun-warming had proven too much. "Ouch! I'll be good, please stop spanking me! I'll do whatever you say!"

He chuckled. "It sounds like your attitude has really improved, girl. Maybe you'd benefit from a few more sessions like this." His hand never paused in its attack on her bottom, but she was no longer kicking her legs and squirming – all fight had gone out of her, and she lay limply over his lap.

Some time later, she discovered that he had stopped spanking, and she was seated on his lap as he whispered something comforting to calm her down. She was soon back on her feet, putting her clothes back on.

"Quick warning, girl," he told her. "If I find you on my lands again, or if you're rude to me, I'll cut a switch and REALLY warm your bottom."

She rubbed her stinging rear, and almost glared at him, but decided not to take the chance. No use angering him right now. She made a mental note NOT to trespass on his lands again.

But then again, he couldn't be everywhere at once, could he? The chances of being caught were slim...