"Hello, you must be Wayne," the short, young brunette standing on my doorstep said as she held out her hand. "I'm Angie." She was wearing cutoff jeans and an old t-shirt.
"Nice to meet you." I shook her hand and stepped aside to let her enter. "Need a hand with that backpack?"
"Nah, but thanks for the offer," she said. "I'm travelling lightly. I'm only spending one night here, remember?"
Angie was the younger sister of Dylan, a good friend I had met in college a few years before. A week ago, he'd called me and asked if his sister could borrow my guest bedroom for a night, which I of course agreed to. She had a college interview here tomorrow morning, but it was too early for the trains, she didn't have a licence, and she didn't want to spend money on a hotel room if she could avoid it. He'd told her that he had a reliable buddy with a clean guest bedroom, and she'd thought it was an excellent idea.
I showed her where she would be spending the night. Neither of us had eaten dinner, so I ordered a pizza, and we ate it on the couch, watching TV and chatting for a while. Angie looked nervous, but it seemed like that was worry about her interview and not something I'd done. Eventually, she bid me goodnight and went to bed. I didn't have to get up early, so I decided to watch a movie, though I obviously turned the sound down so that I wouldn't disturb her.
The movie was almost over when I suddenly heard a door creaking and noticed that she was peeking out at me. When she realized that I was looking back at her, she slammed the door shut. A few minutes passed, and I heard the door open again. This time, I kept my eyes on the screen. Soon the door creaked shut. This repeated itself a few times, before she finally opened the door and came towards me. "Wayne?"
I looked up. Her long hair, which had been tied up, now cascaded down her shoulders, and she was wearing a pair of pyjamas that hugged her curves very nicely. "What is it?" I asked, managing to look her in the eyes.
"I… I can't sleep," she told me. "Too worried about tomorrow."
"I'm sorry to hear that," I responded. "Anything I can do to help?" I considered offering to warm some milk or something, but I didn't want her to think I was treating her as a child – though admittedly, she was technically still a teenager.
She bit her lip, fidgeting. "You know I live with my brother, right?" I nodded; I'd been aware of that fact. "Did… did you know that he punishes me?"
"… The subject has never come up," I replied, wondering where this was going.
"He… whenever he's disappointed in me, he puts me over his knee and spanks me." Her face was now bright red and she glanced aside, no longer able to look me in the eye. My eyes widened; I had a hard time imagining this woman being disciplined like that, especially by the laid-back guy I went to college with. These things didn't happen, did they? I was also wondering why in the world she was telling me about it. Most girls would probably have died rather than tell some guy she'd just met that she was spanked like a child by her brother.
I said nothing, and eventually, she continued. "It's awful, it's humiliating, it's painful… but it's also… " She swallowed a lump in her throat. "It makes me feel safe. Particularly when he hugs me afterwards and tells me I'm forgiven. I also sleep like a rock afterwards. Being spanked makes you really, really tired." She stared at her feet. "A few times, when I can't fall asleep, I've even ASKED him to spank me. It's stupid, but it really works." She took a deep breath, and I could see her tremble slightly. "But… well… he's not here…"
Her face turned even redder, and she squirmed. "Of course not! I told you, it's painful and humiliating! But… I NEED you to do it! Or I'll never fall asleep! And I can't be tired for the interview tomorrow!"
"Have you tried counting sheep? Warm milk? Soothing music?" I suggested.
"Never works. There's only one thing that's guaranteed to get me to fall asleep. I've lain in bed for about two hours, praying that I'd fall asleep and wouldn't have to ask this of you, but…"
I thought about it. "I'm phoning your brother," I said.
She turned pale. "What!? Why?"
"Because your brother is a good friend of mine, and he sent you here knowing that you'd be safe," I responded as I picked up my phone. Buddies didn't place their hands on each other's sisters without checking it was OK. I glanced up at her. "I'm not going to do something like this and then have him find out about it later. You're free to go back to bed if you want, and we can forget this conversation ever happened, but if I'm going to take you over my knee and spank you, it's going to happen with your brother's knowledge and consent."
She bit her lip, but nodded. Dylan answered after a few rings – like me, he could be a bit of a night owl. "Hey, buddy. How are things going with the little motormouth?"
"Fine so far," I said. "But she just made a very strange request."
I told him what had happened, and he chuckled. "I should have known. Sometimes, it's the only way she can sleep. You need any tips?"
"Probably, but I also need to know that you're OK with this."
"Hey, no skin off my back – you're doing it at her request, aren't you? Just take her over your knee and slap her bottom until the tears are pouring down her face. Real tears, not the crocodile ones. She'll fall asleep like a log as soon as she's in bed." He paused. "Oh, and Wayne? I'd prefer it if you didn't bare her bottom. Leave her panties on."
I found myself blushing. "I had no intention of taking her panties down!" Angie's face was even redder than mine, and I was slightly worried that she'd pass out.
"Good to hear," he said cheerfully. "Talk to you later."
I put the phone down, looking up at the fidgeting teenager standing in my living room in her pyjamas, waiting for a spanking. When I'd agreed to do a favour for my college buddy, this wasn't what I'd had in mind.
"Right," I said, deciding to get started. I patted my lap. "Come here, Angie." Angie inched towards me, blushing bright red as she leaned over my lap. I rested my hand on the seat of her pyjama bottoms, which clung tightly to a very attractive rear end. I had to admit that she looked even lovelier from this angle. I cleared my throat, trying not to notice how soft she felt under my hand. "Are you ready for your spanking?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered. I'd never been called 'sir' before; the word sounded wonderful from her lips.
I lifted my hand and slapped her backside a few times. Her cheeks jiggled beautifully as I spanked them, and I fought to keep a smile from my face. You're doing this because she needs it, not for your own enjoyment, I mentally scolded myself.
Angie didn't protest, so I gave her some harder spanks. Eventually, a gasp escaped her lips, and she wriggled a little bit. It seemed she was tougher than I had expected, which shouldn't have been a surprise – from what they'd said, it was far from the first time she found herself over a strong man's knee.
My hand moved from side to side, covering every inch of her posterior. Her cheeks flattened with every smack, then sprang back up to meet my descending hand. She'd began to squirm slightly, but she didn't complain or cry out.
After a while, I made a decision. Dylan had asked me to leave her panties up. He hadn't said anything about her pyjamas. "I think these pyjama bottoms need to come down," I declared. She buried her face in her hands, blushing, but didn't protest, so I placed my fingers in the waistband and slowly peeled them down to her knees. She was wearing a pair of green cotton knickers, which were very small and did little to cover her lovely cheeks. I caressed her bottom, feeling the warmth of her soft skin, before I continued to spank her.
She was now squirming over my lap, yelping when my hand struck her sore cheeks, but there were no tears. Watching her bottom bounce under my palm was the most delightful sight I'd ever beheld. Pink handprints covered her skin, and I had to wrap my arm around her waist to hold her in place. She started to moan, whimpering softly as I spanked her soundly.
Eventually, I could hear her begin to sob. "Please, sir, that's enough!"
I stopped, resting my hand on her warm bottom. "Was that what you needed? Do you think you'll be able to sleep now, Angie?"
"Yes, sir."
I lifted her up and gave her a hug, and she buried her face in my chest, crying softly. I cooed gently as I rocked her back and forth. Soon, she quietened down, and I picked her up and carried her to the guest bedroom.
I placed her down on the bed and tucked her in. She looked so adorable lying there that I could not resist the urge to lean down and kiss her forehead, and she smiled.
"Good night, Angie."
"Good night, sir," she mumbled. "Thank you."
I closed the door behind me as I left the room. This had been a strange evening, and I wondered what the future would bring.
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