Late one afternoon, Alyx was driving to her parents' home to take in the mail while they were on vacation with her younger sister. Their car was parked at the front of the driveway, so rather than try to inch past it or park out on the street, she decided to borrow their neighbour's driveway instead. She was only going to be there for a minute, so it would probably have been fine, if she'd paid attention to the car already parked there – which she didn't, until she heard a scraping sound that immediately told her something was wrong. She hurried out of the car and began to examine the damage. Her own beat-up Mazda seemed fine, but the other car it had an ugly scratch on it. Scratching the paint on her parents' car would have been annoying, but doing it to their neighbour's nice-looking BMW meant she had a rather uncomfortable and expensive conversation in her future.
Taking a deep breath, she decided that the best thing to do under the circumstances would be to deal with it immediately – knock on the door, apologize profusely, and offer to pay for the damages, though the latter would obviously sting on the young waitress' low salary. With a feeling of impending doom, she approached the lavish home of Mr Harrington and rang the doorbell.
The door was opened by a heavily built man of middle height with a bald head and a thick neck. To Alyx, Mr Harrington had always looked like a man destined to be a wrestler, so it had come as a surprise to learn that he was actually a lawyer. She did her best to look very sorry for what she'd done – which was quite easy, as she felt terrible. "Mr Harrington? I'm Alyx, the Quinn's daughter? I'm afraid I've scratched your car while borrowing your driveway."
The man frowned, managing to make himself look even scarier than he did before. "You did, did you? Your father mentioned that you had just gotten your licence last week. You need to be more careful, young lady."
Alyx realized that the man had mistaken her for her younger sister and was about to correct him, but she stopped herself. What would be more embarrassing – to leave him thinking that she was some irresponsible teenager still learning to drive, or to have him realize that she'd had a licence for almost a decade and still messed up?
Making a decision, she did her best to look like a sorry young girl, bowing her head mournfully and fluttering her eyelashes as if holding back tears. "Yes, sir. I'll be more careful in the future, sir. I promise!"
He sighed. "Let's look at the damage," he said as he put on a coat.
They walked down the driveway, where he spent a few minutes looking at the car and tutting, while occasionally glancing with an expression of disapproval at the young lady standing at his side. "This isn't going to be cheap, you know. I'll have to talk to your father once I get the bill. Though why you didn't park in THEIR driveway…."
"I can assure you that you'll have the money, sir," Alyx said meekly. Though she wasn't sure exactly how yet. Would her parents lend her the money if she didn't tell them what she needed it for? Did she have enough in her emergency fund? Or would she have to admit what she'd done?
"I expect they'll barely punish you for being careless and inconsiderate and costing them all that money, as well? Soft-touch parents of today… You'll be grounded for a week, I suppose?"
Despite her nervousness, the thought made Alyx chuckle. Grounded at her age? Would her parents expect her to go straight home to her flat after work? Would they come by to check that she wasn't spending time on her phone? "Hah! Not likely," she muttered. It was only when she saw the expression on his face that she remembered that she was supposed to act like a teenager. "Sorry, sir. Yes, I'll probably be grounded sir."
He narrowed his eyes. "You know, I don't think I like your frivolity. Sounds like you're not being punished enough." He folded his arms in front of his chest. "In my opinion, a girl that damages another man's property and then laughs about it should be taken over the lap and given a good, sound spanking. And I think I'll suggest that to your father the next time I see him."
Alyx bit her lip. Once Mr Harrington talked to her parents, matters would become much worse than they already were. Mr Harrington would find out she'd lied to him, and her parents would learn that she'd tried to place the blame on her younger sister. "Mr Harrington, do you have to talk to my father? I should not have borrowed your driveway, and I certainly shouldn't have giggled, and I apologize for that. But I'm very sorry for what I've done, and I have some money saved up, so I can pay for the paint job myself. Couldn't we solve this between us?"
Mr Harrington gave Alyx a stern gaze that made her squirm as he pondered her words. "How about this, then," he said at last. "I won't talk to your father, and I'll pay for the scratch – we both know that I can afford it far better than you can, young lady."
So far, the deal sounded very good to Alyx, but she held her breath. She had a strange feeling that she wouldn't like what came next.
"But before that, we're going to head back up to my house. We are going to go inside and head to the kitchen, where I will place you over my knee and give you the long, hard spanking you clearly need."Alyx froze, staring in horror at the man. A spanking? At her age? She'd been right; she didn't like that suggestion one bit.
However, after the first shock, she thought about it. Being spanked sounded both painful and humiliating, but probably less embarrassing than everyone finding out about what she'd done. She'd also save quite a lot of money – money which the young waitress could ill afford.
Besides, it was just a spanking. How bad could it be?
"I… I think I'll take the spanking, sir," she said nervously, her mouth suddenly bone-dry.
He nodded approvingly. "Well, then. Come with me." He turned and began walking up the driveway, not turning to see whether she'd follow. It was clear he expected her to do as she was told – and she did. She anxiously followed that broad back, glancing down at his hands. For a man who handled paperwork for most of the day, he seemed to have very big, strong hands. This would probably hurt quite a bit, and she suddenly wished she'd worn some thicker jeans today.
She took her shoes and coat off in the hallway and followed him into a very tastefully decorated living room, and through it into a kitchen that was almost as large as her flat. He took an armless, straight-backed wooden chair from the kitchen table and placed it in the middle of the floor. He then sat down and beckoned her over with a crooked finger and a stern look on his face, and Alyx inched over to him. Her palms were sweaty, and the butterflies in her tummy were beating up a hurricane.
Once she was close enough, his hands moved towards her, and she expected to be placed over his lap with her bottom in the air – she'd never been spanked before, but she knew roughly what it involved. To her horror, however, his hands moved to the front of the jeans and began to unbutton them.
"Mr Harrington!" she gasped, face pale as she took a step back.
"Stand still, girl!" he grumbled. "How do you expect me to take your trousers down if you move –" A thought seemed to strike him, and he looked at her. "Did you think I would spank you over your jeans?"
"Obviously!" She blushed.
"Well, that wouldn't be much of a spanking, would it? It's not a real spanking unless it's on the bare bottom." He paused. "If you've changed your mind about the deal, I won't hold that against you. I'll just talk to your father and –"
"N-no! Wait!" Alyx hurriedly reconsidered her options. Having her trousers down in front of the middle-aged neighbour would certainly add to the humiliation – and the sting – but it was probably still better than the repair bill and the embarrassment of having the whole story come out. Although... "Mr Harrington… did you… did you say BARE bottom?"
He nodded. "I did, yes. If you're worried about your modesty, you can keep your panties on until you're over my lap, but at that point, they're coming down."
Alyx bit her lip, but she thought of the large stack of money that she wouldn't have to pay, which made her feel a lot better about the situation. "May… may I take my trousers down myself?" Undressing in front of him seemed a lot less scary than having this powerful man undress her like a child.
"Of course," he said, his voice surprisingly kind.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Alyx reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped her trousers. Shifting from side to side, she jiggled the tight jeans down her hips. Mr Harrington raised a disapproving eyebrow at the sight of her skimpy thong, and it was clear that he felt that schoolgirls shouldn't wear underwear like that, but he held his tongue.
With her trousers around her knees, Alyx inched closer to Mr Harrington again. His hands circled her waist, and she found herself being picked up like a child and draped over his lap, her thong-clad backside raised in the air and trembling slightly as she gazed down at the kitchen tiles below her. Like everything else in the house, they were immaculately clean.
His thick fingers found the waistband of her thong. "Lift your hips," he ordered, and she reluctantly obeyed, allowing him to slip them down to join her jeans around her knees. His hard hand began to stroke her soft skin, and she could feel the goosebumps forming on her bare bottom. "Are you ready for your spanking, young lady?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered timidly. She then howled at the first spank landed.
Mr Harrington's big, heavy hand turned out to be even more painful than she'd expected as it came down on her poor bottom. Her cheeks flattened under the impact, before bouncing back up to meet the next stroke. His palm felt like a thick piece of wood as it slammed down, and she cried out in pain.
"Mr Harrington! That's too hard," she pleaded.
"It's no more than you deserve, young lady," he told her sternly. "I promised you a good, hard spanking, and that's exactly what you're going to get." As he talked, he continued to spank her, his large hand spanning both of her cheeks.
Alyx winced, kicking her legs as she squirmed. To her shock, she could feel the first tears already. She tried to hold them back in a desperate attempt to take her punishment bravely, but it proved to be futile.
Mr Harrington spanked slowly and thoroughly, making sure to cover every inch of her backside, all the way down to the top of her thighs. It stung like crazy, and Alyx suspected it would be days before she could sit comfortably again.
After one particularly hard spank, Alyx shrieked and tried to stand up, but Mr Harrington placed his hand on her back and held her down as he continued to tan her backside. Her bottom burned as if she'd sat on the stove. This was unbelievable!
"Mr Harrington! Please, I'm sorry," she pleaded pitifully through the tears.
"Not as sorry as you're going to be," he replied sternly as he continued to paddle her poor posterior.
"Please, I'll do anything," she responded desperately. She couldn't believe that she'd agreed to this!
"Young lady, you deserve every spank, so I suggest you lie there and try to take your punishment stoically. Nothing you say will make me stop until you're truly sorry."
Alyx tried to wriggle free, but he easily held her in place. Her tears and pleas did nothing to soften his heart, and she was not quite mad enough to try threats. Finally, she lay limply across his lap and sobbed her heart out, too exhausted to struggle.
Eventually, she realized that he'd stopped spanking her and was now gently rubbing the sting from her bottom.
"Are you sorry for what you've done, young lady?"
"Yes, sir," she sobbed.
"And what is that?"
She desperately tried to remember. Right now, it was hard to focus on anything but the burning pain in her backside. "I'll be more careful behind the wheel, I promise!" she pleaded.
"That's good to hear," he said. He helped her up, and she was soon sitting on his lap as he hugged her and wiped away her tears. It felt like she was a little girl again, being comforted by a loving father.
After a while, Alyx suddenly remembered that she was naked from the waist down, sitting on the lap of a man she barely knew. She jumped to her feet and quickly pulled her panties back up, then started to put on her jeans. She wriggled them up her hips, hissing and howling as the tight fabric clung to her spanked flesh. Her bottom felt like it had swollen to twice its usual size, though it didn't look as red as she had suspected – bright pink, certainly, but not more than that. Mr Harrington tried to keep a serious face and hide the fact that he found the sight of her struggles amusing, but it wasn't entirely convincing.
With one final hug and a warning to behave better in the future, Mr Harrington sent the young lady on her way. After completing her original task and bringing the mail in, Alyx returned to her car, making sure to be very, very careful when moving out of the driveway. She then headed home for a soothing bath – and possibly an ice-pack or two.
Taking a deep breath, she decided that the best thing to do under the circumstances would be to deal with it immediately – knock on the door, apologize profusely, and offer to pay for the damages, though the latter would obviously sting on the young waitress' low salary. With a feeling of impending doom, she approached the lavish home of Mr Harrington and rang the doorbell.
The door was opened by a heavily built man of middle height with a bald head and a thick neck. To Alyx, Mr Harrington had always looked like a man destined to be a wrestler, so it had come as a surprise to learn that he was actually a lawyer. She did her best to look very sorry for what she'd done – which was quite easy, as she felt terrible. "Mr Harrington? I'm Alyx, the Quinn's daughter? I'm afraid I've scratched your car while borrowing your driveway."
The man frowned, managing to make himself look even scarier than he did before. "You did, did you? Your father mentioned that you had just gotten your licence last week. You need to be more careful, young lady."
Alyx realized that the man had mistaken her for her younger sister and was about to correct him, but she stopped herself. What would be more embarrassing – to leave him thinking that she was some irresponsible teenager still learning to drive, or to have him realize that she'd had a licence for almost a decade and still messed up?
Making a decision, she did her best to look like a sorry young girl, bowing her head mournfully and fluttering her eyelashes as if holding back tears. "Yes, sir. I'll be more careful in the future, sir. I promise!"
He sighed. "Let's look at the damage," he said as he put on a coat.
They walked down the driveway, where he spent a few minutes looking at the car and tutting, while occasionally glancing with an expression of disapproval at the young lady standing at his side. "This isn't going to be cheap, you know. I'll have to talk to your father once I get the bill. Though why you didn't park in THEIR driveway…."
"I can assure you that you'll have the money, sir," Alyx said meekly. Though she wasn't sure exactly how yet. Would her parents lend her the money if she didn't tell them what she needed it for? Did she have enough in her emergency fund? Or would she have to admit what she'd done?
"I expect they'll barely punish you for being careless and inconsiderate and costing them all that money, as well? Soft-touch parents of today… You'll be grounded for a week, I suppose?"
Despite her nervousness, the thought made Alyx chuckle. Grounded at her age? Would her parents expect her to go straight home to her flat after work? Would they come by to check that she wasn't spending time on her phone? "Hah! Not likely," she muttered. It was only when she saw the expression on his face that she remembered that she was supposed to act like a teenager. "Sorry, sir. Yes, I'll probably be grounded sir."
He narrowed his eyes. "You know, I don't think I like your frivolity. Sounds like you're not being punished enough." He folded his arms in front of his chest. "In my opinion, a girl that damages another man's property and then laughs about it should be taken over the lap and given a good, sound spanking. And I think I'll suggest that to your father the next time I see him."
Alyx bit her lip. Once Mr Harrington talked to her parents, matters would become much worse than they already were. Mr Harrington would find out she'd lied to him, and her parents would learn that she'd tried to place the blame on her younger sister. "Mr Harrington, do you have to talk to my father? I should not have borrowed your driveway, and I certainly shouldn't have giggled, and I apologize for that. But I'm very sorry for what I've done, and I have some money saved up, so I can pay for the paint job myself. Couldn't we solve this between us?"
Mr Harrington gave Alyx a stern gaze that made her squirm as he pondered her words. "How about this, then," he said at last. "I won't talk to your father, and I'll pay for the scratch – we both know that I can afford it far better than you can, young lady."
So far, the deal sounded very good to Alyx, but she held her breath. She had a strange feeling that she wouldn't like what came next.
"But before that, we're going to head back up to my house. We are going to go inside and head to the kitchen, where I will place you over my knee and give you the long, hard spanking you clearly need."Alyx froze, staring in horror at the man. A spanking? At her age? She'd been right; she didn't like that suggestion one bit.
However, after the first shock, she thought about it. Being spanked sounded both painful and humiliating, but probably less embarrassing than everyone finding out about what she'd done. She'd also save quite a lot of money – money which the young waitress could ill afford.
Besides, it was just a spanking. How bad could it be?
"I… I think I'll take the spanking, sir," she said nervously, her mouth suddenly bone-dry.
He nodded approvingly. "Well, then. Come with me." He turned and began walking up the driveway, not turning to see whether she'd follow. It was clear he expected her to do as she was told – and she did. She anxiously followed that broad back, glancing down at his hands. For a man who handled paperwork for most of the day, he seemed to have very big, strong hands. This would probably hurt quite a bit, and she suddenly wished she'd worn some thicker jeans today.
She took her shoes and coat off in the hallway and followed him into a very tastefully decorated living room, and through it into a kitchen that was almost as large as her flat. He took an armless, straight-backed wooden chair from the kitchen table and placed it in the middle of the floor. He then sat down and beckoned her over with a crooked finger and a stern look on his face, and Alyx inched over to him. Her palms were sweaty, and the butterflies in her tummy were beating up a hurricane.
Once she was close enough, his hands moved towards her, and she expected to be placed over his lap with her bottom in the air – she'd never been spanked before, but she knew roughly what it involved. To her horror, however, his hands moved to the front of the jeans and began to unbutton them.
"Mr Harrington!" she gasped, face pale as she took a step back.
"Stand still, girl!" he grumbled. "How do you expect me to take your trousers down if you move –" A thought seemed to strike him, and he looked at her. "Did you think I would spank you over your jeans?"
"Obviously!" She blushed.
"Well, that wouldn't be much of a spanking, would it? It's not a real spanking unless it's on the bare bottom." He paused. "If you've changed your mind about the deal, I won't hold that against you. I'll just talk to your father and –"
"N-no! Wait!" Alyx hurriedly reconsidered her options. Having her trousers down in front of the middle-aged neighbour would certainly add to the humiliation – and the sting – but it was probably still better than the repair bill and the embarrassment of having the whole story come out. Although... "Mr Harrington… did you… did you say BARE bottom?"
He nodded. "I did, yes. If you're worried about your modesty, you can keep your panties on until you're over my lap, but at that point, they're coming down."
Alyx bit her lip, but she thought of the large stack of money that she wouldn't have to pay, which made her feel a lot better about the situation. "May… may I take my trousers down myself?" Undressing in front of him seemed a lot less scary than having this powerful man undress her like a child.
"Of course," he said, his voice surprisingly kind.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Alyx reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped her trousers. Shifting from side to side, she jiggled the tight jeans down her hips. Mr Harrington raised a disapproving eyebrow at the sight of her skimpy thong, and it was clear that he felt that schoolgirls shouldn't wear underwear like that, but he held his tongue.
With her trousers around her knees, Alyx inched closer to Mr Harrington again. His hands circled her waist, and she found herself being picked up like a child and draped over his lap, her thong-clad backside raised in the air and trembling slightly as she gazed down at the kitchen tiles below her. Like everything else in the house, they were immaculately clean.
His thick fingers found the waistband of her thong. "Lift your hips," he ordered, and she reluctantly obeyed, allowing him to slip them down to join her jeans around her knees. His hard hand began to stroke her soft skin, and she could feel the goosebumps forming on her bare bottom. "Are you ready for your spanking, young lady?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered timidly. She then howled at the first spank landed.
Mr Harrington's big, heavy hand turned out to be even more painful than she'd expected as it came down on her poor bottom. Her cheeks flattened under the impact, before bouncing back up to meet the next stroke. His palm felt like a thick piece of wood as it slammed down, and she cried out in pain.
"Mr Harrington! That's too hard," she pleaded.
"It's no more than you deserve, young lady," he told her sternly. "I promised you a good, hard spanking, and that's exactly what you're going to get." As he talked, he continued to spank her, his large hand spanning both of her cheeks.
Alyx winced, kicking her legs as she squirmed. To her shock, she could feel the first tears already. She tried to hold them back in a desperate attempt to take her punishment bravely, but it proved to be futile.
Mr Harrington spanked slowly and thoroughly, making sure to cover every inch of her backside, all the way down to the top of her thighs. It stung like crazy, and Alyx suspected it would be days before she could sit comfortably again.
After one particularly hard spank, Alyx shrieked and tried to stand up, but Mr Harrington placed his hand on her back and held her down as he continued to tan her backside. Her bottom burned as if she'd sat on the stove. This was unbelievable!
"Mr Harrington! Please, I'm sorry," she pleaded pitifully through the tears.
"Not as sorry as you're going to be," he replied sternly as he continued to paddle her poor posterior.
"Please, I'll do anything," she responded desperately. She couldn't believe that she'd agreed to this!
"Young lady, you deserve every spank, so I suggest you lie there and try to take your punishment stoically. Nothing you say will make me stop until you're truly sorry."
Alyx tried to wriggle free, but he easily held her in place. Her tears and pleas did nothing to soften his heart, and she was not quite mad enough to try threats. Finally, she lay limply across his lap and sobbed her heart out, too exhausted to struggle.
Eventually, she realized that he'd stopped spanking her and was now gently rubbing the sting from her bottom.
"Are you sorry for what you've done, young lady?"
"Yes, sir," she sobbed.
"And what is that?"
She desperately tried to remember. Right now, it was hard to focus on anything but the burning pain in her backside. "I'll be more careful behind the wheel, I promise!" she pleaded.
"That's good to hear," he said. He helped her up, and she was soon sitting on his lap as he hugged her and wiped away her tears. It felt like she was a little girl again, being comforted by a loving father.
After a while, Alyx suddenly remembered that she was naked from the waist down, sitting on the lap of a man she barely knew. She jumped to her feet and quickly pulled her panties back up, then started to put on her jeans. She wriggled them up her hips, hissing and howling as the tight fabric clung to her spanked flesh. Her bottom felt like it had swollen to twice its usual size, though it didn't look as red as she had suspected – bright pink, certainly, but not more than that. Mr Harrington tried to keep a serious face and hide the fact that he found the sight of her struggles amusing, but it wasn't entirely convincing.
With one final hug and a warning to behave better in the future, Mr Harrington sent the young lady on her way. After completing her original task and bringing the mail in, Alyx returned to her car, making sure to be very, very careful when moving out of the driveway. She then headed home for a soothing bath – and possibly an ice-pack or two.
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