On the train (M/F story)

When Catalina boarded the train, she planned to read a bit in an empty compartment – which would not be difficult to find at this time of year. However, she soon spotted an attractive man sitting alone, and she concluded that while solitude could be great, there were benefits to company as well.

 

The man was tall and broad-shouldered, with deep blue eyes and dark hair, and the slight stubble gave him a rugged look. "Can I sit here?" she asked with a smile as she opened the door.

 

The man shrugged, barely glancing at her. It was not the dazzling grin of welcome she'd hoped for, but it would do. She sat down next to him, deciding that she'd quite like to get to know him better.

 

As the train rolled on, however, Catalina found her efforts poorly rewarded. She learned that his name was Arthur and that he was on his way home from a work conference, but while he answered all of her questions, he didn't ask any in return, and he did little to keep up his half of the conversation. He mostly stared off into space, as if he was thinking deeply about something – or possibly on drugs.

 

She nodded to the window. "Do you mind pulling the blind up? The scenery here is quite beautiful."

 

He shook his head. "Sorry, but no. Seeing things speed past is… stressful."

 

She raised an eyebrow. His taciturnity suddenly made sense. "You're scared of trains?" she asked incredulously. He nodded. "What about flying?"

 

"Flying's worse," he told her, his voice slightly strained. "Trains at least stay on the ground most of the time. I prefer driving, with full control over where I'm going, but that wasn't an option this time."

 

Catalina giggled; there was something delightful about this big, strong man being scared by something so silly. He cast her an angry glare; it seemed he did not find the situation quite so humorous.

 

She reached out to pull up the blind, but he grabbed her wrist. "Stop it," he warned in a quiet voice.

 

She tried to shake him off and reach the window, but his grip was firm; it seemed he was just as strong as he looked. "Or what?" she said sassily. "What are you going to do if I pull the blind up?"

 

"I'll put you across my knee and spank you," he said calmly as he released her arm.

 

Catalina gasped, her heart beating rapidly. He couldn't have said what she'd just heard, could he? She looked at him, trying to find some hint that this was just some flirty joke, but he seemed entirely serious. Her backside tingled, and she decided that there was something thrilling about this man speaking as if he had every right to pull her across his knee if she disobeyed.

 

The sensible thing to do would probably be to stop teasing him. Catalina, however, did not feel like being sensible today. She sprang forward, grabbing the blind, but before she could pull it up, he'd grabbed her wrist again. His other arm circled her waist, and she found herself being picked up as if she was a doll. He took a step away from the window, making sure she couldn't reach it, before sitting back down and placing her over his lap. He let go of her wrist, placing his hand on the seat of her shorts.

 

"You decided to test me," he scolded. "You're about to learn that I don't make idle threats." And he lifted his hand and began to spank her.

 

As his hand smacked down on her thin cotton shorts, Catalina gasped. She tried to rise, but the arm around her waist held her in place. She kicked her legs, but this achieved nothing. As the hard slaps landed, she winced, biting her lip to stop herself from yelping – she would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out.

 

After about fifty smacks or so, he released her. Catalina shot up, both hands clasping her rear as she scampered over to the other end of the small compartment. "That wasn't very nice," she grumbled, pouting.

 

"You only got what you deserved," he told her, his voice still infuriatingly calm.

 

The logical part of her wanted to scream for help, or find an employee and tell them what happened, or at the very least move to another compartment. The rest of her, however, wanted to stay. While she'd been shocked at what happened, there was no permanent damage – she'd been left with a toasty, tingling tush, and she couldn't say it was an unpleasant sensation. She'd poked the bear, and he'd swatted her. Now, she wanted nothing more than to poke him again.

 

"Now, are you going to behave?" he asked her.

 

She grinned. "We'll see." He raised an eyebrow at that response, but he didn't push the matter further.

 

Catalina rubbed her rear end, watching him out of the corner of her eye. She'd sit quietly and behave herself for a few minutes, long enough for him to lower his guard, and then…

 

"Don't," he warned her.

 

She tried to look innocent, but there was a blush on her face. "What do you mean?"

 

"You're about to rush for the window again. I'm warning you. You'll find yourself over my lap so fast, your head will spin."

 

She scoffed. "That didn't even hurt!" she said dismissively.

"That's because your shorts are too thick. Your next spanking will be on the bare," he said, an evil smile on his face.

 

Catalina swallowed, turning pale. She glanced down, unable to face his gaze. He wouldn't do that, would he? He was just bluffing – he wouldn't strip her on a train, even one as empty as this one! Then again, the thought of this man pulling her panties down had a certain appeal, even if it was for a spanking. The tingling in her backside was dwarfed by the one between her legs, and she could no longer resist the temptation.

 

Before he could move, Catalina had dashed over to the window, raising the blind. She cheered as the sunlight streamed in, and she watched the valley dash past. Suddenly, she found herself being lifted by her waist again. Grumbling, he pulled her away from the window as he lowered the blinds. Despite the shiver running down her back, she couldn't hold back a triumphant grin as he looked at her.

 

"Smiling, are you? We'll see if you're still grinning when I'm done with you…"

 

Once again, Catalina was dumped over his lap, one of his arms around her waist to hold her in place. His other arm grabbed the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down.

 

"No, please," she whispered nervously, trying to wriggle free. It was futile – his grip was much too strong. "I'm sorry!"

 

"I warned you," he said, as her green cotton knickers followed her shorts. His hand started to rub in circles on her naked flesh, causing goosebumps to form, and she had to stifle a moan. "And now, you pay the piper."

 

As his hand slammed down on her bare bottom, Catalina squealed. She had to admit that it was a lot more painful without the protection of her shorts and panties. His hand moved from cheek to cheek, flattening her buttocks with every firm smack. His every movement was performed with supreme confidence, almost as if he did this for a living – and maybe he did; he'd never told her what sort of work conference he'd been to.

 

Catalina bit her lip, trying to avoid crying out again. She didn't think anyone was close enough to hear her, but she didn't want to take that chance – the last thing she wanted right now was an audience.

 

The sting in her bottom increased with every firm slap, but no matter how warm the fire in her backside grew, the one between her legs was even hotter. She'd never felt like this before. This was the most horrible and most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her!

 

After what seemed like hours over his knee, with the punishing spanks raining down on her poor, unprotected bottom, it was over far too soon. He sat her up in his lap, cooing gently as he dried her tears.

 

"Are you going to behave?" he asked. This time, she nodded pitifully, not wanting to push him further – she would already struggle to sit down for a day or two, and didn't want any more. He glanced down, noting how wet she was. "You enjoyed that, didn't you? You dirty girl."

 

She blushed, pouting. "So did you! I don't think that's a flashlight I'm sitting on." She wriggled her rump against the bulge in his trousers.

 

He chuckled, not denying it. "Maybe we should check whether there's an empty sleep compartment?" he suggested lasciviously.

 

Her blush deepened. "I'd like that," she admitted. He helped her to her feet, pulling her panties and shorts back up over her rosy rear.

 

As they began their search, Catalina grinned to herself. She'd certainly managed to take his mind off the train journey!