Spanking Stories

“Skirt up, panties down,” he said. I bit my lip again, which I tend to do when I am nervous. Why was I nervous? I’d been spanked before, and recently as he well knew. Why is this time different, I asked myself. I had no answer, but it just was.

Jenny started to speak again, hoping to talk him out of this ridiculous idea, praying that he was just trying to scare her, when she felt the first slap of his hand land hard on her tender bottom. “Hey that hurt!” she said.

Nate stopped for just a moment as he moved behind Heather, spreading her legs even further. With one hand he pushed her shoulders down, which opened her completely to him. She didn’t look back to see what he was doing; she couldn’t take her eyes off Nixy’s beautifully red bottom.

“Yes, Jessica, your bare bottom. Lift your skirt, pull down your drawers, bend over, and show me your bottom. I will then strap it soundly until I feel you have learned your lesson.” His tone left no room for argument.

Heather looked delighted. She draped herself over Nixy’s lap, her pretty bottom turned upwards. She rested her hands on the ground in front of her, positioning herself so that Nixy had an astonishingly sexy view of Heather’s perfectly curved butt. Nixy couldn’t resist running her hand over the naked flesh exposed by her friend’s inadequate panties. Heather’s bottom was cool to the touch, but not for long.

I pull away and rub my chin with my fingers. “But there is that other matter. I can’t quite let that slide. You know the rules.” You nod. “What should I do about that? You know better than to touch without permission. So, what should I do?” … You reach over and take your belt off the counter and hold it out to me. Your voice is barely above a whisper. “Punish me.” I can see the veiled excitement in your eyes. You add one word, barely audible. “Please.”