Another great story! This fictional story is written by Tony. I really enjoyed it, and think you will too 🙂
Tony, Jennifer yells. You jump
guiltily. ‘How many times have I warned you about your drinking and flirting
with other women?’
‘Umm…’ You try to stall,
but she continues without an answer.
‘And what did I tell you
would happen the next time I caught you looking at women while drinking and
flirting?’
Her
fists are balled on her hips, her eyes flashing fire. SLAP! I asked you a
question! You stare down at her black pumps. She grabs your chin and lifts your
head as you scan her black skirt and white blouse
‘Um, you, uh…’ You
flush with embarrassment as her eyes bore through you. ‘You said I’d get a
spanking,’ you finish quickly, staring at the floor, your face burning. SLAP!!
‘That’s right, young man, and that’s exactly what is going to happen. You
wanted a disciplinarian, you got it!!!’
You are going to get a very sound
spanking on your naughty, bare bottom. I think 30 minutes with my hand
and leather paddle should do it…just for starters!!!!!! I promise
you won’t forget this spanking for quite sometime.’ Now open your mouth so I
can spit in it. OPEN IT!! She grabs my hair and yanks my head back as she
towers over me. ‘Open your mouth. How do these soiled panties taste?’
Your eyes are beginning to sting with tears of humiliation as she scolds you
and starts to squeeze your nipples. ‘Get your naughty bottom into the corner,
young man.’ You move slowly to obey her command, feeling childish and
humiliated.
‘Now, you will have exactly 5 minutes to stand in that corner like a naughty
boy and think about how you’ve behaved.’ You hear her footsteps move away and
you sigh, staring at the paint in front of your nose, our bottom twitching in
anticipation of Jennifer’s wicked hand and paddle.
The seconds crawl past, by the time the 5 is finally up, a swarm of butterflies
has taken up residence in your tummy. You hear Jennifer‘s footsteps
approach.
‘Come here, Pet.’ Biting your lip, you slowly turn and approach the
straight-backed chair on whichJennifer is sitting. She grabs your ear as
she brushes her hair away from her face, and fixes you with a cold stare that
chills you to the core.
‘You should be ashamed of yourself, Tony,’ ‘Yes, ma’am,’ you murmur. You lower
your eyes and spy the brush and leather paddle next to her lap and folded
hands.
Your pulse quickens and your mouth feels dry. ‘A 48 year-old man and you’re
about to go over my knee and get your bare bottom spanked like a five-year-old.
It’s shameful, Tony, that you still make it necessary to punish you this
way.”Please…’ you whisper, pleading, clenching your buttocks in dread
anticipation. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP ‘Quiet,’ she orders. ‘Come here.’
She reaches out and quickly unbuttons your pants and lowers your fly. Then she
tugs your pants down to your ankles.
You close your eyes in hopeless embarrassment as you feel her fingers in the
waistband of your briefs.
In a breath, they too are bundled at your an ankles, and you feel goose bumps
prickle across your bared backside. “Chilly?” Jennifer inquires, taking
you by the wrist. ‘We can take care of that in no time,’ she says as she pulls
you forward. SLAP! Now you better stay hard!!!
You lose your balance and fall across her thighs. She slips one leg out from
under you and places it firmly over the backs of your legs. Then she pushes
your head down until your bottom is upthrust prominently over her left thigh.
‘I have told you time and again, if I caught you drinking and flirting
again I would spank your bare bottom until you cry like a baby.
Since you obviously can’t act like an adult, I think it’s appropriate, don’t
you?’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ you say softly, trying to keep the whimper out of your
voice.
‘I’m glad you agree,’ she says matter-of-factly, and without warning, you hear
a loud slap and feel a sharp sting on your right bottom cheek.
‘OW!’ you yelp in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden spank.
A second swat quickly follows, lighting a new fire on your left
cheek.
You fight to remain stoic, but as the blazing spanks rain down on your defenseless
bottom, you are soon grunting and squirming.
She reaches between your cheeks and squeezes
warning you to be still.
You are sure you look ridiculous, face down, your red bottom wiggling about in
the air, but you can’t help it as you look across at yourself in the
mirror.
You kick and writhe, but your bottom is trapped firmly in place.
As the sting and burn becomes
unbearable, you are overwhelmed by the pain, and the humiliation, and the
helplessness, and hot tears spill down your face.
For a moment, the assault on
your tender bottom ceases, and you gasp, trying to fight down the tears that
are still wetting the carpet.
But then you hear her pick up
another instrument that begins smacking against your bottom and you howl as
searing pain envelopes your aching backside.
As
you reach back, desperately trying to block the blows, you feel your wrist
being pulled up and pinned in the small of your back.
You struggle
helplessly against the restraints, but the spanking continues endlessly.
You hear your desperate cries
and pleas melt into incoherent crying, and you let your body go limp, accepting
the blazing punishment.
Finally, the spanking ends.
As you feel the grip on your wrist loosen, your hand flies back to rub your
flaming rear.
As,
Jennifer pulls you to your feet, you dance about, rubbing your bottom
vigorously with both hands.
She turns you around and
gives you another 10 whacks. Did I say you could rub your bottom?
Jennifer watches you
for a moment as you stumble about, hobbled by your pants which are now
hopelessly tangled about your feet.
‘Ok, that’s enough,’ she says finally, taking you by the upper arm and
leading you back to the corner. ‘Keep your hands at your sides, unless you want
another taste of the paddle.’ Maybe I should clean your mouth out?
You stand contemplating the corner once more, sniffling, your bottom burning,
stinging and smarting.
Even as you are promising yourself never to earn another spanking for the rest
of your life, you have a sinking feeling that none-too-soon you will find yourself right back in this corner, bottom burning, tears running down your
cheeks. You know deep down that it won’t be
very long until you are making yourself those promises once more…Then you
hear her get up and fumble for something in the drawer. You hear the snap
of a rubber glove. “Come here Tony and get back across my lap!” You then
realize your punishment is far from over.