It had been three weeks since I found the strange ring down by the lake next to my school, which meant it was also three weeks since my teacher Mr Page had spanked me in detention, and two weeks since my best friend Joanne had placed me over her knee. Despite my hopes, neither of them had since expressed any intention to spank me – and neither had anyone else.
On a lovely Saturday morning, I was the only customer in a small, cozy café. There was one person working there at the moment: a tall, handsome man in his early twenties. He was in good shape, wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans, had long blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a smile that made my insides melt. In fact, I could find only one flaw in him; he had made no attempt to flirt with me, despite the glances I threw at him, and my attempts to flirt with HIM went nowhere. Either I was too subtle, or he wasn't interested. I could probably try harder, but I was scared to find out it was the latter. But how could he possibly ignore a cute eighteen-year-old in a low-cut summer dress?
I sighed unhappily – he really was a good-looking man. As I pouted into my mug of hot chocolate, I murmured to myself: "I wish he'd take me out back and spank me." And to my surprise, for the third time since I found it, I saw a flash of light from the ring on my finger.
A few seconds later, the man was standing over me, giving me a lascivious grin. "You seem like someone who's been a very naughty girl. Am I right?"
I stared at him open-mouthed. Ignoring my advances all morning, then suddenly this? From total obtuseness to lewd comments? I felt we'd skipped a few steps somewhere. Not that I minded, per se.
"Have you been a bad girl?" he repeated. Blushing and unable to speak, I nodded. "Well, I know just what you need." His evil grin grew wider. "You need to be punished." He went over to the entrance and flipped the "Open" sign to "Closed", then walked back to me and gently grabbed my hand. "Come with me, young lady."
I didn't resist as he led me away, and the pieces finally started to fit together in my head. Somehow, I'd found a magic ring. Every time I'd ended up being spanked, I had literally WISHED for it, and they had obeyed my commands.
I'll admit I felt a tinge of guilt as we entered the back room. This guy was only spanking me because the ring was making him do it, and morally, I should probably find a way to stop it. However, he was very cute, I really wanted a spanking from him right now, and I'm sure that with a bit of creativity, I'd found some way to repay him afterwards. Show him how grateful I was.