Past misdeeds, part 3: An old outfit (F/F story)

Third and final part to this story. First part can be found here.

Two weeks ago, I'd been approached in a bar by one of my old classmates, a woman I had not seen for ten years. During our conversation, she admitted that she felt very guilty about once smoking in the classroom, since I'd been given the blame – and the skirt-up, panties-down spanking that came with it. By her request, I had accompanied her back to her apartment, taken her over my knee, and spanked her bare bottom soundly. As I was comforting her afterward, I managed to convince her that her sin was so great that she'd only feel TRULY forgiven if I gave her two more spankings. So, one week later, I returned to Katie's apartment, took her over my knee, and spanked her with her own hairbrush. She looked absolutely adorable squirming and squealing over my knee, especially since I'd made her wear a schoolgirl uniform.

Now, I was walking to her apartment to deliver the third and final spanking. There was something sad about the occasion – Katie was a very cute woman, and I had greatly enjoyed taking her over my knee and spanking her adorable little tushy. And now, it would be the last time.

I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind, forcing myself to smile. That just meant I had to enjoy it while it lasted, didn't it? Savour every second of her spanking; every firm smack I delivered to those cute, quivering cheeks.

I rang the bell, and as she opened the door, my jaw dropped. Katie was wearing a skimpy top and miniskirt, which was an outfit I would never have expected to see her in. It looked more like something I would have worn – in fact, looking at it, I realized it was the exact outfit I'd worn on the day Miss Taylor spanked me in front of the class. She'd even dyed her hair, though for some reason, it was pink. In school, my hair had been purple, and believe me, I would gladly have chosen death over pink. On her, it looked quite good, though.

I grinned at her. "That's a new look for you."

She blushed. "I thought that since I'm being..." she glanced behind me, making sure no one was lurking outside her door. "Punished for what happened to you back then, I thought it would only be fitting that I wore the same outfit." She bit her lip, glancing nervously up at me. "Do you like it? I mean, I could go change if it's..."

"You look lovely," I told her, with a smile that was uncharacteristically warm for me. A relieved grin spread across her face, and she turned to lead me inside. When her back was turned, I took hold of the hem of her skirt, lifting it to reveal a dark thong.

"Vanessa!" she squealed, spinning around and pushing her skirt down with both hands. Her face was redder than her bottom had ever been, and she looked outside to confirm that we were still alone. "Please don't do that when the door is still open! I don't want my neighbours to see me like this."

"I wanted to check that you were wearing the full attire – it wouldn't do to wear your usual cartoon panties with that outfit, would it?" I explained. I could probably have tried to sound sorry, but I didn’t. As I closed the door, I pondered her words. "Does that mean you're fine with me flipping your skirt up now, as long as the door is closed?"

"Of course!" she said, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "You're here to give me a well-deserved punishment, aren't you? Do whatever you want – I'm entirely in your hands!" I grinned at that. The woman was showing a far greater trust in me than I deserved. She glanced down, one finger nervously twirling her hair. "I have one request, though, if you're willing to grant it."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Um. Could you just use your hand, this time? That hairbrush really hurt." She reached one hand back to gingerly rub the seat of her skirt, grimacing at the memory.

I nodded. "If you're a good girl and do what I tell you, with no delays or backtalk, I will just use my hand. However, if you disobey me..." I meaningfully rested my hand on my belt. Her eyes followed my movements, and a frown appeared on her face as she tried to grasp my meaning. I realized what was happening – last week, I learned that she'd never heard of a hairbrush being used for spanking, so she probably wasn't familiar with a lot of other implements, either. "I'll take off my belt and whip you with it," I explained.

Her eyes grew wide, and she took a step back, both hands protectively clasping her bottom. "I can assure you, that won't be necessary, ma'am," she insisted earnestly. "I promise you I'll do whatever you say!"

I grinned. "Good to hear."

We headed to the living room, and I sat down on the large, colourful couch. Katie, looking like a mischievous punk barbie doll, was fidgeting and staring at the floor. 'Getting a head start on staring at the carpet,' I thought to myself.

I patted my lap, and she placed herself over my knee. In this position, with her head down and her bottom raised, her short skirt would reveal the lower parts of her posterior, making it almost unnecessary to raise her skirt – though I did it anyway, of course. I rubbed my hand in circles on her thong-clothed bottom, smiling as her backside quivered gently under my hand.

"Are you ready for your spanking, young lady?" I asked.

"Yes, ma'am," she responded. I quite liked having her call me "ma'am". It was a lovely sign of respect. I should have threatened her with my belt long ago – ideally, when we were still in school.

I lifted my hand, starting off with slow, gentle smacks, accompanied by lots of rubbing. She squirmed a little bit, but clearly not from the pain. I had a feeling that the little brat was enjoying this part of her punishment. Nothing wrong with that, of course – after all, I was enjoying it too.

I moved my hand from cheek to cheek, gradually spanking harder and faster, and enjoying the little squeals and murmurs that escaped her lips. By this point, I had gained some experience in spanking the little lady, and knew how to make her react.

As I started to spank her in earnest, she began to kick her legs and wriggle around on my lap. Knowing that it would eventually be hard for her to keep in place, I wrapped one arm around her waist, and locked her legs in mine. I was far stronger than her, so there was nothing she could do to escape, and we both knew it.

As I placed my hand in the waistband of her thong, starting to lower it, she whimpered. "Can't I please keep it on? It doesn't cover anything."

I tutted. "Katie, I can either remove your thong or my belt. Which would you prefer?"

Her face grew pale. "Sorry, ma'am. Do whatever you think is best, ma'am." She buried her face in the couch, breathing a sigh of relief when I continued to bare her.

As I continued to spank her, I smacked hard and fast, making sure to cover every inch of her naughty little bottom. She howled and cried, promising to be good forever and ever, and even tried to squirm off my lap, but I held her firmly in place. Her once-pale cheeks were now beginning to turn red.

Finally, I decided that she'd had enough. My hand was beginning to sting, and she was now tear-faced, red-bottomed, and lying limply over my lap. I gathered her up in a hug, and she curled up in my lap as I comforted her, whispering soothingly as I stroked her hair.

Again, I reflected on how this would be the last time I would hold her like this, and resolved to enjoy the moment while it lasted.

Gradually, she calmed down. There was a relaxed expression on her face, and she almost seemed to fall asleep. "So that's your punishment over. Your third and final spanking has been delivered," I told her, trying to seem cheerful.

She was quiet for a few minutes, pondering this. Eventually, she licked her lips, nervously playing with her hair again. "Does it have to end?"

I looked down at her, wondering if I'd heard her correctly. "I'm sorry?"

"Well, it's just... I'm sure there's some other thing I've done in my life that I should have been punished for at the time, and weren't. Or things I WILL do.” She spoke faster, as if she had a lot on her mind. “And besides, I've felt so much better these last few weeks. I'm more attentive at work, I complete my housework much faster. It might be... I don't know."

I grinned. "Katie, would you like me to come back next week and give you another spanking?"

She pouted, which made her look even more adorable. "I'm asking too much, aren't I? I'm sorry, forget about it. It’s OK."

Leaning forward, I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and she blushed. "Katie, I'd love to come over and spank you every week from now on – in fact, I'd be happy to be here every day."

She grimaced. "That would be too much – I'd never sit comfortably again! Once a week sounds fine."

I felt elated. Here I was, sad because I wouldn't get to spank Katie again – not knowing that the little minx felt the same way! "You know, next time, I think I'll introduce you to my little paddle."

She frowned. "I didn't know you rowed. You don't seem the type."

I grinned. "Don't worry, dear. I'll explain later."