The ghost girl 2 (M/FF story)

It was my second day in the sleepy little Polish town whose name I could neither remember nor spell. The night before, I had taken a shortcut through the town's ancient graveyard, where I had encountered the ghost of a beautiful young woman. The maiden, whose name was Krystyna, told me that she still felt guilty about her disobedience to her parents in life, preventing her from reaching her eternal rest. To my surprise, she asked me to quieten her conscience by taking her over my knee and spanking her. I obliged, giving her the long, hard, bare-bottomed spanking she told me she needed.

After the spanking, the girl turned to mist in the middle of a wonderful kiss, and I stumbled into the nearest bar, where I learned from the woman working there that I wasn't the first young man to see the spirit – nor the first to place her over my lap. In fact, it had happened quite often; despite what she had said, it was for her enjoyment, nor her salvation. The bartender suggested that I should visit the spirit again the next night to punish her for deceiving me, and I readily agreed with the suggestion.

In the evening, I returned to the lovely little bar, which was just as quiet as the night before. The young woman behind the counter was not the one I’d met the night before. "Hello. Is –" I was about to ask where she was, when I realized I hadn't actually asked for her name.

The bartender smiled, calling out over her shoulder. "Teresa!" This was followed by a string of Polish that I assumed, based on no evidence whatsoever, meant something like "That guy you mentioned is here!" What luck – now I had her name!

The young, dark-haired woman from last night emerged from the back. "There you are! You are going to face the ghost again, yes?"

I nodded. "You said you were going to lend me something?"

With a smile, she placed her hand in her pocket, pulling out a large, old wooden hairbrush. "I think this will be very effective," she said. There was a strange gleam in her eye as she handed it to me. "This hairbrush can really sting a young woman's bare bottom."

I looked at it, tapping it against my palm. "Thank you. I believe it will." I glanced at my watch. "Almost midnight. Do you think she'll be there?"

Teresa nodded. "She often shows up around this time.” She placed her hand on my arm. “Do not forget to return here afterwards so you can tell your story – and give me the hairbrush."

"Don't worry, I'll return it," I promised, before heading out.

The graveyard was not far away. I entered, but as I started walking around, glancing at the tombs and looking for the mischievous spirit, I was almost certain I heard footstep behind me. Was it the sounds of the ghost I was looking for? Another phantom entirely? Something else? Or just my imagination? I tried to stare into the night, but saw nothing.

It was a chill night, and I wrapped my coat tighter around me. The moon was up, so it was not completely dark, but trying to find a ghost the colour of marble among the statues was not an easy task. I glanced at my watch again. I had been out here for forty minutes and hadn't seen a sign of her. "Krystyna! Where are you?" I called out in frustration.

"You are looking for me?" I heard a teasing whisper in my ear. I spun around to find the girl behind me, grinning. "Adam! How nice to see you again!"

"What happened to your eternal rest?" I commented drily.

She shrugged. "Eventually, maybe. For now, I live – in a manner of speaking, of course."

"You didn't ask me to spank you to quieten your conscience! You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

She nodded. "Of course – and so did you! Do not think me so innocent that I do not know what poked me in the belly when I was over your lap." She grinned impishly. Noticing my expression, she sighed. "Adam, why are you being angry? I was happy, you were happy – why so unhappy now?"

"You lied to me!" I told her. "You deliberately misled me."

"Yes, I did," she said, grinning even wider and clapping her hands. "Oh, what fun!"

"Well, I think you need to be disciplined for your deception," I said, pulling out the brush and tapping it against my palm.

Krystyna gasped, both hands in front of her mouth, before smiling blissfully. "Oh, Adam! For me? How lovely!"

I had to admit, this conversation was taking a very different turn from the way I had expected, but I decided I quite liked this direction as well. I grabbed Krystyna's chilly, insubstantial arm, pulling her towards a bench. She made no effort to resist as I pulled her over my knee, raising the hem of her skirt to reveal her panties. There were no marks on her soft skin – was that because ghosts couldn't bruise, or because she had a lot of experience to toughen her up? I placed my fingers in the waistband of her panties, starting to pull them down.

"Oh, Adam," she purred. "You waste no time today. Straight to the bare. I like it."

I briefly caressed her soft, sweet cheeks, before lifting my hand and delivering the first smack. It was quickly followed by the second and the third. She hissed in pain, before moaning. "More!" she demanded. This wanton woman was entirely different from the weeping girl I'd thought I'd met. Mind you, I wasn't complaining.

My hand moved from cheek to cheek, spanking hard and fast as she wriggled and giggled over my lap. Her pale bottom was turning pink, and with every smack, she eagerly raised her bottom to meet my palm.

I continued to tan her hide, and gradually, her skin went from pink to red. Eventually, she started to squirm from the sting, a yelp escaping her lips when I would focus on her sit spots. When she seemed sufficiently sore, I decided it was time to start using the hairbrush.

When I tapped the back of the brush against her buttocks, her eyes widened. "Oh!"

"Oh yes," I grinned, lifting the brush and cracking it down on her soft seat. She squirmed with renewed vigour, wriggling around over my lap. I would deliver a dozen smacks to the same spot, causing her to screech and arch her back, before I switched to a new spot.

She bucked her booty over my lap, and genuine tears were rolling down her cheeks. "It seems the brush is just as effective as I'd been promised," I noted. "I'll have to thank Teresa for it later."

"Why wait?" Krystyna said, a smirk on her face.

I frowned. " Krystyna, we're alone out here."

Wincing from the pain, she still managed to raise an eyebrow. "Are we?"

I paused with the brush in the air, wondering what in the world she was talking about, when I heard a sharp intake of breath in the darkness. "Who's there? Show yourself!" I called out, in my most intimidating voice. Someone rose hesitatingly from the nearby bushes. I immediately recognized the figure. "Teresa! What are you doing here?"

The bartender blushed. "I was – I just wanted – it didn't seem – " she stammered.

"She wanted to see you spank me," Krystyna purred. From the way Teresa squeaked, I guessed she was entirely correct.

"But why?" I asked. Teresa blushed even redder, unable to meet my gaze, and I started to think about our previous conversations. The night before, she'd described me as a handsome man, and tonight, she'd placed her hand on my arm and talked about how the brush 'can really sting a young woman's bare bottom'.

Had I been oblivious? Had I missed her hints?

I attempted to scowl at her. "Hiding in the bushes and spying on us? How naughty of you. Maybe you need to be punished, Teresa." She blushed so red I almost thought she would faint, but she nodded eagerly, too emotional to speak.

Of course, there was already a naughty girl across my lap, so I decided to return my focus to her for the time being. Bringing the raised brush down with a sudden slam, I was rewarded with a surprised howl from the ghost. Tonight, I would make her sound like a banshee.

I continued to spank her soundly, painting every inch of her beautiful butt. Tears streamed down her face, and she kicked her legs rapidly, but she never asked me to stop.

By the time I decided it was enough, her bottom was bright red and scorching hot to the touch, and the Krystyna moaned with pleasure and pain as I started to rub the sting away. Soon, she was sitting on my lap as I comforted her, kissing her forehead and whispering soothingly to her. I wanted to make absolutely sure she was OK before moving on to the red-faced bartender standing obediently before me, both hands rubbing her bottom in anticipation.

Once Krystyna had calmed down, she rose from my lap, blowing me a kiss as she soothed her sore rear. I turned to Teresa, who was biting her lip nervously. I crooked my finger. "Come here, Teresa."

She inched forward, clearly nervous about what was about to occur, but also wanting it to happen. When she came close enough, I grabbed the belt loops of her jeans to pull her forward, before beginning to unbutton her trousers. She buried her face in her hands in shame, but made no attempt to stop me. "Have you been spanked before, Teresa?" I said as I began to pull down the zipper. She nodded, her face still hidden. "Recently?"

"Not as r-recently as I would like," she admitted.

I grinned. "Well, we'll just have to do something about that," I said as I began to lower her jeans. She was wearing a black thong. I briefly considered waiting until she was over my lap before lowering it, but decided it would be more fun to do it right away. "Look at me, Teresa."

She lowered her hands, gazing at me with a mixture of shame, fear, and arousal. A squeal escaped her lips as I slowly pulled her thong down. "I am going to put you over my knee and give you a long, hard spanking on your bare bottom," I told her.

"Yes, sir," she squeaked.

Soon, she stood there, naked from the waist down, barely resisting the urge to cover herself from my gaze. I guided her over my lap, before gently caressing her beautiful bottom. The contrast between her warm, living skin and Krystyna's cold cheeks was immense. "Are you ready for your spanking, young lady?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," she said softly, then let out a surprised squeal as the first smack landed.

It quickly became clear that her pain threshold was far lower than Krystyna's, meaning every smack had much more of an effect. I therefore spanked slower and gentler than I had done with the ghost.

Teresa whimpered and moaned with every smack, shifting over my lap. As her bottom grew sorer and warmer, a grin slowly spread across her face, and it was clear that she loved it as much as I did.

When I started to spank faster, I glanced up and saw Krystyna watching us, her eyes shining and the grin on her face even wider than Teresa's. I think she enjoyed watching spankings just as much as receiving them, if not more.

Teresa's bottom had begun to turn red. When I stopped spanking her, she whimpered in frustration – followed by a surprised gasp when she felt the hard wood of the hairbrush rubbing against her sore cheeks.

"You asked me to return to the bar so I could 'give you the hairbrush', didn't you?" I said with a grin. "Well, there's no reason why I can't 'give it to you' right now…"

The brush slammed down on her bottom with a loud crack – but not nearly as loud as the shriek that followed. In less than half a minute, she was kicking her legs and squirming, bouncing around on my lap. "Oh! That hurts!" she cried.

"Yes, just like you said it would. Very effective on a young woman's bare bottom, isn't it?" She didn't respond – probably because she was too busy howling.

She wiggled around on my lap, trying to squirm out of the way of the brutal brush, whimpering in pain. However, by this point, I had quite some experience tanning naughty young ladies, so every smack landed precisely where I wanted it to. I grinned as she gasped and yelped, tears streaming down her face.

Eventually, she started begging me to stop, so I did. I rubbed her bottom gently, soothingly whispering that it was all over and that she'd been very brave. Soon, she was sitting on my knee being kissed and comforted, with her panties and jeans still around her ankles.

Then, I felt something settle on my other knee – Krystyna had sat down in my lap as well. I now had one woman under each arm, both of which were demanding comfort from me, and I did my best to take care of them. Eventually, Krystyna caught Teresa's eye, then glanced meaningfully at the bulge in my trousers. Teresa returned her grin. "I think we move on to other matters now, yes?"

The two women started to unbutton my jeans, eager to free my erection from the confines of my clothing. I don't know if I could have stopped them if I'd wanted to – which I didn't. My coat was soon spread out across the ground for us to lie on, and Teresa's was draped over us.

Spanking a ghost had been strange, but the night I spent in that graveyard was the strangest and most wonderful thing to happen to me.