"Welcome back, Abigail," Isaac said to the young redhead with the hour-glass figure. "It's good to see you again." As the two students entered the house of the tall, bald, muscular, middle-aged man, he glanced over at the other girl, who was a petite Indian woman with large, adorable eyes. "And this is the flatmate you told me about?"
Abigail waved her hand towards her friend. "Isaac, this is Nilima. She's been a bad girl and needs a good, hard spanking on her bare bottom."
Nilima let out a small squeak, cast her friend a panicked look, and suddenly looked very shy; the description was certainly embarrassing – but not inaccurate.
"I see," Isaac said. He studied Nilima for a few seconds, before turning his gaze upon Abigail. "And is she the only young lady present who fits that description?"
Abigail blushed, fidgeting. Isaac always knew how to make her squirm. "You should deal with HER first."
Isaac chuckled, before turning to the other girl. "So, Nilima, have you ever been spanked before?"
It was Abigail who answered. "I've given her some swats with a wooden spoon, and a hand-spanking over my lap, but I stopped once she started to cry. Some smacks in the shower, a few whacks with my hairbrush over her dress when she was being more cheeky than usual… That's all her experience."
Nilima looked more and more embarrassed at being discussed like this. "Miss Abigail is correct," she mumbled, not quite daring to meet Isaac's gaze.
"MISS Abigail?" He grinned as he looked at Abigail. "You've had quite the little adventure, haven't you? Now, Nilima, I'm going to start off fairly gently and then gradually spank you harder and faster. Does that sound good to you?"
Nilima nodded, still staring at the floor, but Abigail pouted. "That's not how you spanked ME," she complained.
Isaac raised an eyebrow. "Abigail, the first time I spanked you, I'd hired you to work in my garden, and you were often late and never listened to my instructions. That spanking was meant as punishment. It was only when I saw the wet patch on your panties that I realized how much you'd enjoyed it."
Abigail squealed, placing her hands over her flatmate's ears. "Isaac!" she scolded. " Nilima doesn't need to hear this!"
Nilima stared wide-eyed at him as she heard the story – Abigail's hands were not as soundproof as she supposed.
"This young lady, however, has done nothing so far to offend me, and she's probably just as perverted as you are, so it won't be punishment for her either." He turned to Nilima again. "Now, would you like to get started?"
Nilima nodded shyly, too anxious to speak. He took her hand and gently guided her over to the sofa, where he sat down. Nilima stood before him, nervously biting her lip, while Abigail took a seat in one of the comfy chairs, watching the proceedings gleefully.
Nilima was wearing a short dress, and he lifted the hem and tucked it into the waistband to reveal a pair of pretty, pink panties. He smiled gently as he placed his fingers in the waistband, slowly pulling them down to her knees as she fidgeted. He patted his knee, and she obediently placed herself over his lap, trembling slightly as he stroked her bottom. "Are you ready for your spanking, Nilima?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered, and he lifted his hand and began to smack her.
Nilima squealed as the first spanks landed, but more from nervousness than from pain – he only gave her some gentle taps that barely stung. When she didn't protest, he gave her some firmer slaps. "How does that feel, young lady?"
"You can spank harder, sir," she whispered, then buried her head in her hands, ashamed by her audacity. He chortled and complied.
Gradually, the spanks came harder and faster, and her beautiful little bottom jiggled deliciously under his firm palm. Nilima began to squirm, but there was a shy smile on her face.
Across the table, Abigail squirmed in her chair, ashamed by how wet she was getting. She had to admit that this was the loveliest sight she'd ever seen.
Isaac was now spanking quite firmly, slamming his hard hand down on her soft seat. Nilima was yelping with every smack, kicking her legs, but she'd made no move to escape. She was breathing quite deeply, and Abigail was almost certain that there was the look of arousal in her eyes as well.
The naughty girl was now bucking and bouncing over his lap, tears dripping down her face. "Oh! Sir! That stings," she complained.
"It's supposed to," he said, continuing to warm her bottom. "Are you saying that you'd like me to stop?"
"That's… I can't…." She took a deep breath. "I-I'm not sure, sir."
He chuckled. "Then I think I'll continue while you make up your mind."
Before long, she was wailing pitifully, her bottom sore and throbbing. Finally, she clutched his leg like a drowning woman. "Sir! Please, sir! That's enough. No more!"
He immediately stopped, gently rubbing her bottom while she wept. Eventually, she calmed down, and he helped her up and kissed her forehead. "Was that too much, Nilima?"
She sniffled, rubbing her sore bottom while thinking about it. "No, sir," she concluded. "I think it was just enough."
He gave her another kiss on the forehead, smiling gently at her. "There are some pillows on the sofa over there if you'd like to sit down."
She glanced at the pillows. "Thank you, sir, but I think I prefer to stand," she said, rubbing her bottom with a rueful grin.
He grinned back, then turned towards Abigail. "And now, young lady, it's your turn."
The student rose on shaking knees, inching over to the big, strong man. He began to unbutton and unzip her jeans, chuckling when he saw how wet the crotch of her panties was. She blushed, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
Her black lace panties joined her jeans around her knees, and Abigail bent over his lap. "You should make her face the corner," she grumbled as he adjusted her position.
"I didn't make you stand in the corner when SHE was being spanked," he pointed out. "You got to watch her spanking, so she gets to watch yours. And if you try to give me any more orders, your friend is going to watch you get the paddle. Is that clear, young lady?"
She shivered at the threat. There was no doubt that he meant it. "Yes, sir."
He grinned. "That's better."
Nilima stared wide-eyed as Isaac started to spank her flatmate. Abigail had a lot more experience being spanked, and Isaac already knew her limits, so he didn't waste his time with gentle pats. The first spank was hard and loud – almost as loud as Abigail's yelp.
Abigail had wanted to impress her inexperienced flatmate, so she had decided to take her spanking in stoic silence, but her resolve melted away as soon as the spanking began. It only took a few minutes of firm smacks to make her squirm and yelp.
"Ouch! That's very hard," she whined, kicking her legs.
"Just as hard as you deserve, young lady," he laughed, delivering a few hard slaps on her sit spots that caused her to howl.
Isaac spanked her hard and fast. The girl squealed and squirmed, and Nilima could see tears in her eyes, but she never tried to get up.
The minutes ticked away, and Abigai's bottom turned redder and redder. The tears were now flowing freely, and she howled with every hard slap, but when she kicked her legs like a swimmer trying to reach the shore, Nilima could see just how wet she was. She reached a hand down to touch her own moist sex, moaning softly.
Looking up, Isaac saw Nilima begin to touch herself. He chuckled. "If you have a bit of patience, young lady, I can help you with that once I'm done here, if you want."
She squeaked, glancing down at the floor, but there was a grin on her face that showed that the offer was not unwelcome.
"Hey!" Abigail protested. "What about me!? Ow!"
"Oh, don't worry! You'll be included – provided you stop trying to order me around, you little minx," he said, still thrashing her.
By the time he ended the spanking, her bottom was bright red and throbbing, and she was sobbing quietly. He kissed her forehead gently, drying her tears with one hand and gently rubbing her bottom with the other.
"C-can you carry me to bed now?" She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously. "Please?"
"What about me?" Nilima whimpered, giving him her own attempt at puppy-dog eyes.
"Please, sir, I was here first," Abigail begged. "You're not going to carry her off and force me to shuffle after you, are you?"
He chuckled. "Girls, I have two hands." The two women squealed in surprise and delight as he picked one up in each arm, carrying them towards the bedroom for a night that neither of the three would ever forget.
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