The old leather paddle (M/F story)

Erik and Summer had grown up playing together. As they got older, their parents had nodded sagely and predicted that the two of them would end up dating one day. Summer rolled her eyes at this – she liked Erik as a friend, but had never thought of him in that way.

The year they turned eighteen, they were in his parent's attic, and he was going through an old chest that had belonged to his grandfather, or great-grandfather, or something. Summer had found an old book, and was thumbing through it, not paying attention to what Erik was looking at, until she heard him laugh. "Not what I expected to find, but interesting nonetheless."

Summer turned to see him standing there with a vicious-looking leather paddle.

She blushed, unable to speak, as he patted it against his palm before letting it whistle through the air. "Looks like it packs quite a sting." He smiled. "Almost makes me want to use it on someone. It looks like fun." An evil grin appeared on his face that made Summer take a step back, her heart pounding, and she reached her hands back to protect her bottom without even realizing it.

Erik didn't seem to have noticed, deep in thought. He seemed taller and more muscular than just a few minutes before. There was something about him that caused butterflies in her stomach. "Well, Veronica still hasn't paid me back that fiver she borrowed last month. Perhaps I should offer her an alternative means of payment." He shrugged. "Couldn't hurt, could it? At least, it's not going to hurt me."

Veronica was one of their friends, a tall red-headed girl that always seemed to spend a bit more money than she should.

"See you later," he said, leaving the attic. Summer was standing there, shocked to find a very deep sense of disappointment. She felt a tingling below her stomach as she thought of Erik standing there, paddle in hand, grinning sadistically at her. In her mind's eye, he lifted his finger, beckoning her forward before bending her over a table.

She wasn't sure what had changed, why she suddenly saw Erik in a different light, but she knew that she wanted Erik to use that paddle on her. And even more, she wanted him to use it ONLY on her.

About twenty minutes later, Erik returned. Summer was sitting in the kitchen, reading the book she'd found. She felt a tinge of jealousy as she looked at the smile on his face. "She chose poorly, then?"

"Huh?" Erik said, confused.

"Veronica? What did she choose?"

"She handed me the money, rolling her eyes," he answered. "What did you expect? Don't think many would choose the paddling, to be honest."

Summer didn't answer, but she felt her face turning slightly pale. She was pleased that Veronica had said no, but disappointed that he had thought of her first.

He lifted the paddle, swinging it through the air with a disappointed look on his face. "Guess I won't break in this paddle today after all."

Summer looked at him, finally summoning the courage to speak. "What about me?"

He looked at her, and it was clear that he didn't want to assume she meant what he thought she'd meant. That seemed like a dangerous assumption to make. "What do you mean?"

She tried to smile, but her nervousness still shone through. "You could always paddle ME."

There was a long silence as Erik stared at her. "I could," he said silently as the realization tried to fight its way into him. "Perhaps I should." He looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. Suddenly, the grin she'd suddenly found so much more attractive, returned to his face. He was in control of the situation again. He patted the paddle against his palm. "Stand up."

She rose to her feet, the tingling between her legs getting stronger. She trembled as she looked at him standing there, wolf-smile playing on his lips. He pointed at the table. "Bend over."

She did so, enjoying the sound of his gasp as her shorts tightened against her rear end. She felt his hand rubbing against her bottom, exploring every inch of her skin, and she loved it. The hand went away, and the paddle took its place. "Are you ready for this?"

"Get started," she said impatiently.

The first smack rang out in the room, and she gasped as the heat spread through her bottom. There was a sharp sting, but not an unpleasant one. Another smack landed, and she wriggled her rear end slightly at the pain, enjoying the feeling of being under his control.

After a few minutes, he put the paddle down, and Summer felt a bit of disappointment. Was that it? But Erik placed his hand on her hip, moving to the button of her shorts. "I think it's time we take these down, don't you?"

Part of her wanted to protest, to stop things before they went too far, but she shut that part down quickly, and he started to lower her shorts. When they reached her knees, and her panty-clad behind appeared before his eyes. He picked up the paddle again, patting the leather gently against the seat of her panties. She squirmed a little, wondering how it would feel without the protection of her shorts. Soon, she got her answer as he lifted the paddle and slapped it down on her backside. She moaned softly in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and raised her bottom to meet the next slap.

Soon, he placed the paddle on the table again, and his hands moved to the waistband of her panties. "Let's take this a step further," he said softly. Slowly, as if uncovering some great treasure – in his mind, he probably was – he lowered her panties, leaving her naked from the waist down.

She blushed at the sensation of being bent over and naked before his gaze, knowing that he was seeing parts of her that he had never seen before. His hand reached forward and started to gently rub her burning posterior, and she moaned gently when his hand moved slightly further south than she had expected.

After a minute or so, his hand withdrew, and she felt the paddle patting against her backside. It was scary, but she was looking forward to it more than she had looked forward to anything in her life.

The paddle struck against her cheeks, and she cried out at the pain. She started to sob as the strokes of the paddle rained down on her posterior, painting the once-pale cheeks red. She knew she'd have trouble sitting for a week, and she didn't care.

When he placed the paddle down, he started to rub her stinging rear, helping her to her feet as he comforted her. She leaned against him, crying against his shirt as she processed what had just happened. When her tears were under control, she turned away from him and put her clothes back on, wincing as even this thin fabric proved too much for her poor bottom. She looked at his grinning face, as he was clearly enjoying her discomfort, and wasn't sure whether she wanted to punch him or kiss him. But since he still had the paddle near him, she chose the latter – quickly leaning in and placing a kiss on his surprised lips.

A few hours later, they walked down to the river. They'd changed into their swimwear, but Summer had tied a towel around her waist as they walked down. Her bikini briefs did very little to hide her crimson behind, and she didn't want to show it off to the world. She enjoyed the cool water on her bottom as they played around in the river, and Erik was smiling his cocky smile. She knew their relationship would never be the same, and she wondered what the future would bring.