Pearl sighed happily to herself as she turned another page of the novel she was reading. She was lying on a sunbed in the backyard, wearing nothing but a thong, on one of the hottest days of the year, letting the warm rays caress her back. She had a good novel, a can of soda, and nothing that needed to be done. Life was good.
A shadow fell over her, and she glanced up to see the stern face of her boyfriend Ryan. She started guiltily, then quickly recovered, and smiled up at him. "Ryan! You're home early, aren't you? Was the work-trip nice?"
"What do you think you are doing?" he said in a strict voice.
Pearl looked up at him for a few seconds, trying to seem confused, then shrugged. "...Reading? Sunbathing? Being happy?"
He raised an eyebrow. "You know what I mean. Where is your bikini top?"
"Right here," she said, nodding to the garment lying next to the sunbed.
Ryan pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a frustrated sound. "You know perfectly well what I meant, Pearl. Why are you lying here topless?"
Pearl sat up on the bed, as it was slowly becoming clear that Ryan had no intention of either joining her or going away and leaving her alone. "I wanted a proper tan."
"You know my feelings about sunbathing naked out here where the neighbours can see," he said as he folded his arms and glared down at her.
She shrugged. She didn't understand why he made such a big deal about this. "The fences are too high. They can't see anything. And besides, I'm not naked – I'm wearing bikini briefs, aren't I?"
He glanced down at the skimpy thong, before shaking his head. "Pearl, you aren't going to talk your way out of this. You broke one of my rules, and you know what I'm going to do know, don't you?"
Pearl pouted, glaring up at him. She knew perfectly well what he meant to do. Breaking one of Ryan's silly rules only had one outcome – a good, sound spanking, usually on her bare bottom.
She rose to her feet and started to stomp off to the bedroom, where her punishments usually took place, but he grabbed her arm. "Where do you think you're going, young lady?"
"To the bedroom," she said, surprised. Had he decided not to punish her? Maybe there was decency in him after all.
"That won't be necessary, Pearl. There's a perfectly good bed right here," he told her as he sat down on the sunbed, still holding onto her arm.
She stared wide-eyed at him, a dreadful shiver running down her back. She hoped fervently that he didn't mean what she thought he meant. He couldn't be that cruel, could he?
Her fears were confirmed as she was pulled forward, falling across his knees. He locked his right leg around hers, and his left arm circled her waist, as his right hand gently patted her bottom. "Now, we'll see if we can teach you to remember the rules," he said in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Ryan!" she pleaded insistently, doing her very best to keep her voice low, despite her terror. The last thing she wanted when she was over her boyfriend's knee was attention. "Not out here! Please! Can't we do this inside?"
"It was here your misbehaviour took place, so it's only fitting that your punishment happens out here as well, don't you think?" he said calmly as he rubbed his hand in circles on her quivering cheeks.
"I don't want the neighbours to see!" she begged frantically, looking over her shoulder at him and giving him her most doe-eyed gaze.
He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said the fences were too tall, and that they can't see us? If you keep quiet, instead of carrying on like you usually do, that shouldn't be a problem." He lifted his hand and started to smack her bottom. She bit her lip, desperately trying to stop herself from crying out. "And besides, if anyone is watching, all they'll see is a naughty girl getting a well-deserved spanking – what's wrong with that?"
Pearl wanted to tell him exactly what was wrong with that, but she was too busy forcing herself to remain quiet as his hand slammed down on her cheeks. Ryan was not a gentle spanker and never started slowly, so he usually had her yelping and moaning in the first minute of her punishments. Besides, she thought bitterly, too much honesty might be detrimental right now.
"I can't believe you, Pearl. You know my rules, so you sneak around and break them when you think I'm not looking," he scolded – and not quite as quietly as Pearl would have preferred. "Well, you can either obey me or take your spanking."
As his hand continued its relentless assault on her poor bottom, Pearl began to squirm, hoping it was over soon. Being spanked was bad enough on its own – being spanked while desperately trying to remain quiet and avoid attention was a thousand times worse. She wondered if anyone heard, and if so, whether they guessed what was going on. How was she going to face kind old Mrs Benn, or the twins next door, while wondering if they'd listened to her spanking? Would she be able to look them in the eyes ever again?
The sting grew increasingly unbearable, and Pearl could feel tears rolling down her cheeks. His hard palm continued to strike her soft buttocks, each smack adding to the burning inferno.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the red-bottomed miscreant, Ryan stopped spanking her. Soothing her burning behind, he helped her up and hugged her close, and she sobbed noiselessly against his chest until she'd calmed down. He caressed her while telling her that she was forgiven, but she was most proud of the fact that she'd managed to keep herself from crying out all through the awful ordeal.
"Let's go inside," he told her as he put his arm around her and led her toward the house. Her hands went back to gingerly touch her red rear, and she hissed in pain as she rubbed her sore buns.
All this for some sunbathing. Pearl just hoped he never found out what ELSE she'd been up to while he was away.
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