Written for a spankee of my acquaintance.
Linda smiled as she jogged down the track. It was a lovely spring day, the sun was shining, and the 19-year-old felt that this was the day she was going to beat her personal record. Another kilometer or two, and she'd stop – and the young blonde had moved faster than ever before.
As she continued to jog, she pulled out her phone to change the song. She'd heard this one far too often lately, so she quickly scrolled down to find something she hadn't heard in a while. Something by Pitbull, maybe? Unfortunately, she didn't look where she was going, so she suddenly crashed into something and fell back, her bottom slamming down on the hard track.
She sat there, rubbing her sore posterior, and glanced up at a tall, athletic man in his twenties who was looking sympathically at her. Just like Linda, he was dressed in running clothes. He'd stopped at the side of the track to drink water, and she had apparently jogged straight into him. "Are you OK?" he asked her kindly, and held out his hand to help her up.
Linda slapped his hand away, and stood up without his help. "I almost broke my record, and now I can't. It's your fault – you should apologize!" she said sulkingly.
The man raised an eyebrow. "So you run into me because you're staring at your phone, and you expect an apology from ME?"
Linda scowled at him. "You were in my way! If you're not running, you can get out of the way for the rest of us."
"I was on the side of the track, young lady," he pointed out, with a hint of irritation in his voice. It was clear he was not impressed by her tone. "And it was you who ran into me. It's clearly YOU who should apologize."
Linda stood with her hands on her hips and stared at the man. How did he dare to talk to her that way? "It's YOUR fault that I fell and hurt my butt, and don't pretend otherwise," she said, shoving him in the chest.
The man glared back, his gaze stern, and Linda took an involuntary step back. "I did not come here to argue with insolent girls, but if you don't watch your mouth, lttle miss, your butt will hurt a lot more – because I will take you across my knee and spank you."
Linda gasped. He couldn't be serious! "You wouldn't dare, you thug! Bully! Idiot!" She shoved his chest again, but this time, he grabbed her wrist. She tried to wriggle free, but he was much stronger than her.
"You were warned, miss," he said ominously, as he sat down on the fence that ran around the track. He pulled Linda's wrist, and despite trying to resist, she was easily pulled over his lap.
Linda was absolutely shocked. She was now over the knees of this man she'd just met, with her face toward the ground and her backside in the air, and he was planning to spank her! She opened her mouth to protest, but just then, his hand landed on her bottom, and she yelped. Ow, it hurt so much!
His hard hand landed on her soft, delicate bottom, and she hissed in pain. She couldn't believe how painful it was! She tried to stand up, but he placed his left hand on her back and held her down. He was much stronger, and it was not difficult for him to hold her in place. "You are not going anywhere, young lady, until you've had a good spanking. Maybe that will teach you manners."
She howled and kicked her legs. Her butt was burning, and every slap made it hotter and more painful. She looked around, hoping to find some help. There were two adult women standing nearby, watching them, but both were grinning and laughing – it was clear that they thought it was great fun to see her get spanked.
"Ow! Let me go! You can't do this, you bastard!"
"Tsk, tsk," he said in a disappointed tone. "I cannot believe you're still mouthy. I'd hoped that a few small smacks on your shorts would be enough, but I think we need a stricter punishment." To her horror, he grabbed her shorts and pulled it them. Her thong followed shortly afterward.
Linda blushed and whimpered. She couldn't believe it! Not only was she being spanked by a stranger, in public, with witnesses present, but he'd now pulled down her shorts and panties. She glanced up – the two women who'd been standing there staring, had been joined by more joggers. Everyone was standing there, grinning at the sight; not a single person in the crowd looked to be on her side. And everyone were going to see her bare bottom get spanked.
The man continued to thrash her, and Linda was howling and squirming. Her shorts were not particularly thick, but it was clear that it had been more protection than she'd realized – or maybe the man was just smacking harder now. His hand crashed down on her soft, naked, unprotected rear end with loud slaps, and no matter how much she wriggled or kicked, she couldn't get away – the strong man easily held her in place.
Her bottom was burning, and the laughter of the on-lookers stung in her ears – but not nearly as much as his hand stung her butt. She started to cry. "Please stop! I'm so sorry for what I did!"
To her great relief, he soon stopped spanking her, and rested his hand on her sore rear. "So you promise to be a good girl from now on? And watch your mouth?"
"Yes, I promise! I'll be good and behave," she promised, nodding fervently.
"Whose fault was it that you crashed into me today?"
Linda hesitated. The man sighed and continued to spank her – harder than before. She howled and squirmed, and the tears ran down her face. "It was my fault! I shouldn't be looking at my phone while jogging. I'm sorry, I'm very sorry!"
"Good to hear." The man gave her a few more slaps, then helped her up. Linda jumped from foot to foot as she tried in vain to rub the pain from her sore seat, while sobbing pitifully. It was only when she heard giggling that she remembered that she had an audience. With a face that blushed until it was almost as red as her sore bottom, she quickly pulled up her panties and shorts. She hissed in pain as she clothes squeezed her burning bottom, and decided to hurry home.
She started to leave, but the man stopped her. "Don't you have something to say to me, little miss?"
Linda wanted to tell him to go to hell, but managed to watch her tongue. "I'm sorry I was so rude to you," she said as humbly as she could. "I'm very sorry."
"Good to hear. Anything else?" he said with a raised eyebrow.
Linda realized what he meant, and grimaced. How humiliating! But if she didn't say it, he would probably pull her back across his lap and spank her even more – and she really couldn't take that right now. She managed to give him a false smile, and did her best to look ashamed. "Thank you for teaching me a good lesson. I really needed it."
The man smiled, and sent her home with a final smack to the backside that made her howl.
Linda was looking forward to coming home, getting her clothes off, taking a cold shower for her sore backside, and then having a nap – she felt truly exhausted.
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