A day of submission

flashing her bare bottom and pantiies

The alarm went of at 8:00 exactly. Sophie rolled over and silenced the irritating noise with a quick smack on the snooze button. A moment later, she realized what day it was. Wide awake after her realization, she turned off the alarm completely and sat up in the bed.
Her boyfriend had already left. The light leaking in from behind the curtains was just enough to see the empty spot where he’d been sleeping.
Sophie stood up, dropping the blanket to reveal her bared skin. Just like Matt she slept naked They had banned clothes from their bed a long time ago.
On a chair beside the bed lay a neatly folded dress and a set of lingerie. She had expected that to be there, Matt had never forgotten a day of submission. A few times that chair had been empty; but that didn’t mean he’d forgotten, it meant he didn’t want her to wear anything that day.
Every last Saturday of the month; Sophie tried her best to be a perfect submissive for Matt. Early in their relationship, they had discovered this mutual interest, Sophie’s submissive attitude and Matt’s desire to dominate her. BDSM was already an important part of their relationship. Sophie loved to be tied up during sex, she was submissive in the bedroom and outside, she had to follow Matt’s rules and even let him spank her when she misbehaved. On the last Saturday of the month, they took things one step further.
A day of submission, they called it. On this day they took their roles as submissive and Dominant, princess and Sir, slave and Master to a higher level. They let it manage every detail of their day.

Sometimes that chair would have been empty and they’d stay home all day, other days there was only lingerie and they would do the same. When there was a dress like today, it usually meant they’d go out. Sophie never knew beforehand what Matt had planned however.
The lingerie Matt had chosen was very sexy. It usually was. The panties were of black silk with a soft, narrow front and a single black thong at the back. The bra was a matching black with a cut-off top. It would leave the upper part of her breasts bared and barely covered her nipples.
The dress was completely white, with a short skirt that would leave most of her legs bared and a deep neckline that would take full advantage of the bra to show off her bare skin in its deep cleavage.
Sophie picked up the clothes and took them with her to the bathroom. She knew Matt would be in the kitchen, but she was not allowed her breakfast until she was ready for him. She took a short shower, focusing more on being perfectly clean than enjoying the hot water. She shaved her legs and trimmed the hair above her crotch. After rinsing off, she dried her hair and brushed it until it shone. She did not use any pins or hair-bands, but let it hang loose like Matt preferred. She put on the underwear and dress Matt had chosen, before adding a light touch of make-up and checking herself one last time in the mirror before going downstairs.

“Good morning, Sir.” Sophie said as she found Matt in the kitchen, just like she’d expected.
“Good morning, Sophie.” Matt replied, twirling his finger.
Sophie turned around slowly at that sign, showing her boyfriend the dress he had chosen for her. When Matt raised is finger, she raised her dress to show him that yes, she was wearing the panties he’d laid out.
“Can I have some breakfast, Sir?” She asked. It was not a mandatory question, but as long as Matt wanted to look at her, she’d have to wait. She did not need his permission for breakfast, but she needed it to end her display.
“Yes, go ahead. Clean up when you’re done.” He got up and left his own dishes behind, knowing she’d clean those away for him.
Sophie ate a small breakfast of cereal and milk. She was too nervous and excited for more. Days like today were always fun, but not easy. It was hard to completely submit to someone and not make any mistakes. She’d hardly ever managed a whole day of submission without being spanked.
When she was finished with her breakfast, she found Matt waiting for her in the hallway. She knew he wanted to head out today. The white dress and black underwear was an obvious choice for that. He wanted to show off his girlfriend and at the same time make her feel anxious about her fragile modesty. The high contrast of black and white between her underwear and dress and the little covering of the latter would have her in constant danger of flashing some stranger.
A good submissive would of course make sure that only her master was granted such sights. Sophie would have to make sure to regularly offer him the view of her cleavage deep enough to see her breasts to the edge of her bra or bend over far enough that her nearly bare bottom was exposed; all the while making sure no-one else saw.
“Are we going out, Sir?” She asked. She knew the answer, but it would not be right to presume.
“Yes we are. Take my black shoes, please.” Matt replied.
Sophie took the black leather shoes from their spot. Matt was wearing dark gray, nearly black trousers and a white button-down shirt. She knelt in front of him and Matt held out his foot. Sophie placed the shoes for him to step into and then tied his laces.
She looked up at him when she was done and noticed a slight bulge in his pants. Matt was getting excited from their play already. She was getting hot herself as well and all she’d done was kneel and tie his shoes for him.
“Thank you, Sophie.” Matt said.
Only when Matt was fully ready, did she take care of herself. She had to be careful for that too. She should not look clumsy, but she should also not be too careful and slow for she shouldn’t make him wait. She bent over to put on her shoes, which made it more difficult than necessary, but granted Matt a nice view of her bottom, uncovered by her thong or the short dress.
“Shall I wear the collar or the necklace today, Sir?” Sophie asked.
“It is too warm today to wear a scarf or coat to hide the collar.” Matt replied. “So you are allowed to wear the necklace.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Sophie replied, taking the necklace from its box near the shoe cabinet and handing it to him. It was a simple silver necklace with a small pendant showing a BDSM symbol. Only people who were into the lifestyle would recognize it for what it was.
Sophie turned around to let Matt secure it around her neck The pendant hung low in her cleavage, between her pushed up breasts. She then followed Matt to the car and waited for him to open the door for her. Privately, she served him, but to the outside world he wanted to present het as a lady, well-treated and well-behaved. On days like today, he acted like a true gentleman, as long as they were in public.

They did not talk during the short ride. Sophia was curious about where he was taking her, but she knew that if he wanted her to know, he’d have told her.
She knew they weren’t going far. Matt took the same roads he took every time they went to the city. He stopped at the same parking they always used and got out of the car to open the door for her.
With her arm in his, she let him guide the way until they reached the city’s shopping mall. It was a large building in the middle of town that housed a dozen different stores under one roof.
Matt took her to one of the stores on the building’s second floor. They had been here before but never bought anything, their clothes were just too expensive.
“Don’t touch anything.” Matt said.
Sophie licked her lips and followed her boyfriend. Matt freely looked through the large collection of dresses and she longed to do the same. Obediently, she resisted the urge and kept her hands by her side while Matt picked out clothes.
When he had a small stack of dresses over the crook of his arm, Matt took her to the dressing rooms.
“Try these on.” He said, handing her his selection.
Sophie entered one of the small rooms and pulled the door closed behind her. There were seven dresses in total, all in bright colors. She started with the red one.
Its fabric was soft and light against her skin. It was exhilarating trying on the things Matt had chosen for her, without having a say herself. When she could not reach the zipper on the back of the dress, she hesitated.
“Sir, could you help me, please.” She called out with a blush. The other shoppers might be surprised to hear her address him so, but the honorific was required on days like today.
Matt knocked on her door and entered swiftly after. He looked at her shortly and knew immediately what she needed. “Turn around, please.” He ordered before pulling up the zipper for her.
Sophie twirled in her red dress, showing it off to her boyfriend. “I love this one.” She told him. She still had no idea what he was planning, but she hoped she’d get to keep at least one of these dresses.
“I knew you would like that one.” Matt said. “Let’s try on the others, I’ll stay so I can help.”
Sophie smiled as Matt helped her in and out of the dresses he had chosen for her. They were all lovely, sexy or cute.
Constantly undressing in front of him, her near nudity in this small room, the constant touch of his hands on her bare skin when he helped her, also had her hot and bothered by the time they were done.
Sophie had just taken off the last of the dresses he had chosen for her when Matt told her: “If you’re a good girl, you can keep one of them.”
Sophie stood there nearly naked, in the lingerie Matt had chosen for her. She wondered what he meant with being a good girl.
Matt reached for the buttons of his trousers and slowly undid them. He pulled up his shirt and freed his large erection from his boxers.
Sophie licked her lips and blushed. “In here?” She asked.
“You only need to use your mouth Sophie, and make it fast, there are other customers waiting.” Matt said.
A quick glance over her shoulder told her the door was still closed. For a moment Sophie had thought her boyfriend wanted to fuck her. People would’ve definitely heard them if they did that.
Instead, she got on her knees in front of him and took his cock in her mouth. She felt the blood pulsing beneath his skin, feeling his excitement on her tongue. She loved doing this for him, loved serving him like a good girl should.
She took him in deep, not wasting any time like he’d said and sucked him eagerly.
Matt grabbed her hair and pulled it back so that it didn’t cover her face. He was looking down at her, enjoying the view of her nearly-naked body at his feet.
When Sophie looked up in return, her eyes wide in adoration and her mouth full of his cock, Matt grunted softly. Sophie knew the signs and kept him inside. His body shook slightly as he came, shooting his sperm against the roof of her mouth. Sophie swallowed it all, making sure not a drop was spilled on her or his clothes.
“Good girl.” Matt said. “Stand up and put on your clothes. You can take the green dress too. You looked absolutely stunning in that one.”
Sophie stood and grabbed her dress before she realized he had chosen the wrong dress. “The red one?” She asked. “I wanted the red one, that was so pretty.”
“I liked the green one better.” Matt replied.
She had tried the red one on first of course, it had been a while since Matt had seen it. “Let me put it on so you can se it again.” She said, already pulling the red dress over her head.
Sophie turned around, expecting Matt to pull up the zipper. Instead, he pulled up the dress and gave her a firm swat on her bottom. Sophie jumped up and turned around in surprise.
“I said put on your clothes and take the green dress, young lady.” Matt said.
Sophie quickly pulled off the dress and took her own white one. Fuck. She thought. What had made her think that she could do that? Any other day it would’ve been okay, but on a day of submission, Matt wouldn’t tolerate such disobedience or bratty behavior.
“Can I still keep the green dress?” She asked as Matt helped her with the zipper of her own dress. She didn’t need to ask to know she was in trouble.
“Yes, but only because I’m in a good mood.” Matt said.
“Oh, thank you, Sir.” Sophie said, turning around to kiss him. Matt allowed it.

After paying for the dress and leaving the store, Matt took her to the elevator. Sophie wondered what else he had planned. She was surprised when he pressed the button for the fourth basement floor.
The shopping mall had its own parking garage below grounds, but they never parked there because it was too expensive. There were only about half a dozen cars down here, most would be in the higher levels.
Matt walked to one of the cars and rested against its hood.
“Whose car is that, Sir?” Sophie asked.
“I don’t know.” Matt replied. “We’re not here for the cars. That was an embarrassing performance you displayed there in the dressing rooms young lady. Disobeying my command and pulling on that red dress while I had already told you I’d chosen the green one.”
Sophie blushed. Why had she thought she would get away with just a reprimand? “I’m sorry, Sir.” She said.
“You’ll be even more sorry when I’ve turned that bottom of yours just as red as that dress you wanted so desperately.” Matt replied.
Sophie bit her lip as Matt held out his hand. She let him guide her over his knee as he half-sat on the hood of the stranger’s car.
Chances were low that anyone would come down here while there were still parking spots available on the upper level, but she sill blushed deeply when he raised her skirt to bare her bottom.
Matt smacked her behind firmly and Sophie hissed. The sound echoed down the vast chamber. Anyone on this floor would hear them and it might carry to the upper floors as well.
This did not stop Matt however. He smacked her bottom again and again. His strong hand striking each of her buttocks alternatively, building up the sting in both. He was not gentle or soft, like he was for a sensual spanking, but strict and firm. This was a day of submission and Sophie should’ve known better than to act up.
Sophie cursed softly at herself as the pain in her bottom grew. She was embarrassed at the mistake she made and felt guilty that she had not managed to be the perfect submissive she tried to be on days like this.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She whimpered as her bottom bounced under his hand. She imagined it must already be reaching that color of red the dress had been.
Suddenly, they were interrupted by an alarm. The car they’d been using as a seat had taken offense at their act it seems and howled for its owner.
Matt let her up and with a blush, Sophie pulled down her dress to cover her bottom. They quickly returned to the elevator, leaving the car behind before someone caught them.
“It seems your bottom got lucky since we got interrupted.” Matt said. “There was a restroom one floor above us. You can freshen up there before we return to the mall.”
Together they took the stairs because the elevator had been called up by someone else. On the third basement floor, Sophie entered the empty restroom and looked in the mirror.
She had not cried, but tears in the corners of her eyes had messed with her mascara. Those had not been from pain, but from the embarrassment of the spanking she’d earned.
After fixing her make-up, she brushed her hair with the small wooden hairbrush she always carried with her for occasions like this. Across Matt’s knee, her hair would never remain untangled.
Matt was waiting for her outside the restroom when she returned. She was still holding the hairbrush. “Sir, since we were interrupted, I feel like I did not get the punishment I deserve. Might I offer you my hairbrush to finish what you started. It might help fasten things along, if you so desire.”
“That’s a very good idea, Sophie.” Matt said, taking the hairbrush she offered. “Turn around and put your hands against the wall.”
Sophie turned around. Asking for the rest of her punishment had made her feel better about the mistake she’d made before. It made her feel she truly was a perfect submissive today. This should really balance out the earlier mistake.
Matt raised her skirt and smacked her unprotected bottom with the hairbrush. Sophie squealed softly.
Again and again, the hairbrush landed against her backside as she pressed her body against the wall with no way to escape. Matt did not hold back, he had taken her advice to heart about finishing it off quickly. Such hard smacks had her kicking and squealing.
“I hope you learned a lesson, young lady.” Matt said when the torment finally stopped.
“Yes, Sir.” Sophie replied meekly. The second part of her punishment had been short but severe.
Matt handed her the hairbrush. “Go cleanup, don’t take too long.”
Back in the restroom, Sophie could see the tears had now drawn black lines across her cheeks. The mascara had been fresh of course. There was only cold water to scrub her face. Matt was waiting outside, she did not have much time, but she had to reapply her make-up. He wanted her to look perfect today. Her hands trembled as she tried to apply it quickly but perfectly and all this time her bottom was glowing and stinging from the spanking she’d received.
Again Sophie brushed her hair and before she left, she raised her dress to take a look at her bottom in the mirror. It was easily as red as the dress as been. She blushed deeply, knowing the white dress only barely covered the red marks. She’d have to be twice as careful that no-one but Matt got to see underneath.
“I’m ready, Sir.” She said, joining Matt outside the restroom.
“One more thing.” Matt said. “This should help you remember to be perfectly submissive today.” He took her collar from his pocket.
Sophie blushed. She hadn’t even seen him take it before they left home.
“Turn around.” Matt said.
Sophie obediently turned, with her bottom still glowing, she had no plans on disobeying him again.
Matt unlocked the necklace and put the pendant in his pocket. He then replaced it with the collar that fit tightly around her neck. It was of simple black leather with a metal clasp and a single ring at the front. It looked so kinky that no-one would mistake it for ordinary jewelry.
“Let’s go.” Matt said.
Sophie blushed. “Wait, I can’t hide it?” She asked.
“No.” Matt replied.
Sophie’s mouth hung open. She’d never worn her collar in public before. At least, not without hiding it.
“Is there a problem?” Matt asked.
“No, Sir.” Sophie replied. She was trembling, nervous to go into public wearing her collar, scared to run into anyone that might recognize her. She knew Matt wouldn’t force her to do so if she said so right now, but she did not want to disappoint him either.
“If you see someone we know, say ‘incoming’ and I will hand you a scarf. But only as long as that person is around. Otherwise, you leave it uncovered.” Matt said.
Sophie sighed a breath of relief. “Thank you, Sir.” She whispered.
The elevator was still taken, so they took the stairs back up to the mall. At the first floor, people were in line at the machine to pay their parking tickets. They turned to look at them as they emerged from the staircase. Sophie blushed and fought the urge to cover her collar. Would they have heard them, three stories up? She wondered.

The mall’s first floor contained mostly restaurants and that’s where Matt took her as it was nearly noon. They sat down at a place that sold burgers for lunch. The hard wooden chairs had Sophie squirming in her seat with how sore her bottom was.
Matt did not hurry at all and took his time before ordering and then finishing his burger slowly, enjoying the look on Sophie’s face as she was forced to stay seated on her sensitive buttocks.

In the afternoon, they left the mall, and walked through the city instead. The streets were crowded thanks to the warm weather and Sophie was constantly looking out for people whom she’d have to hide her collar from.
When a cool breeze brought relief from the heat, she enjoyed its cool touch on her skin before realizing it might unveil the reddened skin beneath her fluttering dress.
The constant awareness of her frail modesty, barely protected by holding her dress down with just one hand – the other hooked in Matt’s arm – and the public display of her collar made it hard for Sophie to enjoy their stroll and focus on the things Matt was telling her.
“You are distracted.” Matt said.
Sophie blushed. She did not want to admit it, she wanted to be a perfect submissive today; but a perfect submissive wouldn’t lie. “I am.” She said.
“Let go of your skirt.” Matt said. “The wind isn’t that strong, it won’t blow up your dress.”
Sophie bit her lip and released the hand that had been clutching her dress. She knew he was right, there was barely a breeze. She was just nervous because of the collar. Relaxing her hand immediately made her feel better.
“Would you like me to take off the collar?” Matt asked.
Sophie hesitated. Taking off the collar would feel like failing. “No, Sir.” She said.
“Are you sure?” Matt asked. “This is the last time I’m offering. There will be no consequences if I have to take it off now; but if you continue being so distracted and unresponsive to my attention, or if I have to take it off later anyway, there will be punishment.”
Sophie blushed, but she did not change her mind. Taking off the collar would be the easy way out. She wanted to be a perfect submissive today and that meant accepting the challenge and dealing with the consequences if she failed.
“I’m sure.” She said.
Matt led her further through the crowds and Sophie did her best to listen participate in their conversation, forgetting the collar around her neck and ignoring the wind pulling on the hem of her dress.
When Matt turned to ascend the stairs to the local cinema-complex, Sophie sighed in relief. In the darkness of the movie-theater no-one would be able to see her collar and this particular cinema had comfortable, soft seats for her red behind.
They were just in time for the afternoon movies There were few people there at this time of the day. Matt bought two tickets for an action movie and did not inquire after her preferences when buying drinks and popcorn. Sophie was delighted to let him chose for her. She didn’t get any choices on a day of submission, it felt great letting Matt take charge of everything.
It took a while for Sophie’s spanked bottom to adjust to the cushioned chairs, but by the time the lights went off she was comfortable and no longer felt their sting.
Matt placed the popcorn between them and then lay his hand on her thigh. Sophie licked her lips, Matt’s hand was warm and her dress was short, he was up quite high on her leg. She wondered if he planned to do more than just watch a movie.
It did not take long for her hunch to be confirmed. When Matt’s hand slid up her leg and under her dress, Sophie was reminded of their time in the changing room. The spanking that had followed and her time wearing the collar had almost made her forget how she had sucked his dick in such a public place. Remembering it now made her wet and excited as Matt massaged her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.
“You’re not allowed to cum.” Matt whispered as the movie started.
It was difficult for Sophie to focus on the movie with Matt’s hand beneath her skirt. He focussed on her lips, stroking them softly, sometimes slipping in-between to pressure her clit; but always behind the soft barrier of her panties.
It took all her focus to keep quiet while her boyfriend touched her. She did not want to alert others of what was happening, nor disturb them while they enjoyed the movie.
Matt never pressured her as hard as to risk reaching a climax. It was a constant tease that made it ever harder to keep quiet, but easy to follow his rules.
When the lights were suddenly turned on and the white screen announced a ten minute break, Matt pulled back his hand.
Sophie felt wet with excitement, she knew her panties were soaked and feared there might even be a stain on her chair. “Can I use the restroom, please?” She asked.
“Yes.” Matt said. “You should leave your panties off when you return.”
Sophie blushed as she made her way down the rows of chairs, wondering if anyone was looking at her. Had anyone known what they’d been doing? When she returned from the restroom – pantie-less – she was blushing even deeper.
The lights went off and Matt’s hand returned to her thighs. “Remember what I said earlier.” He whispered.
Sophie bit her lip to hold back a moan when Matt’s warm hands touched her without the protection of her panties. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers slipped in-between her lips with each stroke. The skin-to-skin contact increased the intensity of his playful teasing a hundredfold.
Holding back an orgasm became harder and harder, keeping silent near impossible. Luckily the action scenes in the movie were loud enough to drown out the occasional moan and whimper.
When Matt took his teasing one step further and focussed his attention on her clit, Sophie had to grab handfuls from the bucket of popcorn that was placed between them to force down her moans.
She had to fight the urge to close her legs and pinch her thighs. Matt would not allow her that and she had no choice but to obey, to keep her legs open for him to touch her no matter how hard he made it for her.
Sophie wondered how much longer the movie could possibly last. She barely knew what the story was about or what the main characters were doing.
When Matt increased the pressure on her clit, her body convulsed. “Please.” She said. “I can’t hold on anymore.”
“Just a little while longer.” Matt said. “The movie is nearly over. When the credits start to roll, you’re allowed to cum.”
Sophie grabbed the armrests of her chair, tensing all her muscles. “I won’t make it.” She begged.
“Almost there.” Matt said.
Sophie didn’t know whether he meant the credits or her orgasm. Her body started shaking out of her control. Waves of pleasure flooded her crotch underneath Matt’s strong touch. No, not yet. She told herself; but her body didn’t listen.
She reached out, trying to stop the orgasm that Matt had forbidden her, she wanted to be a perfect submissive today. Instead, she hit the bucket of popcorn that stood between them. It had been less than half-full, but still a large portion was spilled across Matt’s lap.
Matt pulled back his hand in surprise, but for Sophie it was too late. She shuddered and moaned as the waves of pleasure ran through her body.
“You naughty girl. You’re in big trouble when we get home.” Matt whispered while brushing off the popcorn.
After the orgasm resided, Sophie blushed. Not only had she cum against his explicit order not to; she had also thrown the bucket of popcorn all over his lap.
Stunned by her actions, she was unable to reply to his words. When suddenly the credits started rolling, she whispered: Fuck!

Matt did not speak as they left the movie-theatre, nor on their way to the car.
Sophie still wore her collar and no panties underneath her short dress. Still she barely thought of those things and instead focussed on how she had screwed up her day of submission.
“I was going to give you a nice spanking for cumming too soon.” Matt said when they reached the car. He was holding the door open for her.
Sophie had little time to think about those words as he walked around the car. Apparently Matt had hoped she’d cum without permission.
“But throwing the popcorn all over my lap to make me stop, that’s taking things too far, young lady.” Mat continued when he got into the driver’s seat.
“I didn’t mean to.” Sophie said.
“It doesn’t matter what you meant to do.” Matt said. “What matters is what you did. It means you won’t get the sensual, erotic spanking I had planned for you when we got home today, but instead a good dose of my belt.”
Sophie bit her lip. It didn’t seem fair; but she knew that on a day of submission, the rules were skewed. She was expected to be perfect, even small mistakes could have harsh consequences. It was one of the things she loved about these days; yet at the same time made her glad that they occurred only once per month.
“I understand.” She said.

At home, once the door closed behind them. Matt ordered Sophie to take off all her clothes. Sophie undressed completely, placing he shoes in the shoe-cabinet and her dress and bra on top of it. Her panties were still inside her purse which she’d placed on the floor.
Fully naked, she knelt in front of her boyfriend, to help him take off his shoes. Then, she followed him into the living room.
Matt grabbed a chair from the dining-room table and placed it in the middle of the room. “Across my knee.” He ordered while sitting down.
Sophie obediently placed herself across her boyfriend’s lap. It was a high chair and she barely reached the floor with her hands and feet. Her naked body dangled across Matt’s lap, her bare bottom high up in the air.
Matt gave her a quick swat on her behind, her buttocks jiggled under the impact. Sophie moaned softly, they were still sensitive from her spanking with the hairbrush earlier that day.
Matt did not relent and his hand rained down on Sophie’s vulnerable behind. She was quickly moaning and squealing as her bottom bounced beneath the onslaught.
Sophie whimpered and struggled to keep her bottom in place. It had been a long time since she’d made as many mistakes on a day of submission as she had today. She would accept her punishment willingly and not struggle, she promised herself.
In their normal relationship Matt occasionally gave her a maintenance spanking. If she’d been a good girl and thus not received any for a while, her behavior always deteriorated slightly. A good spanking helped her remember to keep on track. Perhaps the same was true for these days of submission, too many successful days were followed by one like today where she messed up too much.
Her brightly stinging bottom indicated that today was definitely not a successful one.
“Get up.” Matt ordered.
Sophie pushed herself up from her boyfriend’s lap and fought the urge to rub her throbbing bottom. Instead, she folded her hands in front of her and waited for his instructions like a proper submissive.
“I want you to kneel on the couch, facing the arm-rest.” Matt told her.
Sophie moved to the couch and knelt in the described position while Matt picked up the chair. He placed it beside the couch. “Bend over.” He said.
Sophie bent forward, her upper arms resting on the chair’s seat while the couch’ armrest propped her bottom up in the air. She shivered when she heard Matt unbuckling his belt.
She loved to be spanked with his belt, it felt so kinky and sexy. It hurt just enough to feel like a real spanking and still be enjoyable. That was, if it was a fun spanking. Today she expected it to hurt a bit more than usual. Matt was always extra strict on a day of submission.
The belt whooshed through the air and landed across her already sore bottom with a loud thwack!
Sophie squealed softly.
Matt raised his belt and swung it at her throbbing behind again; painting a bright red line alongside the first.
Sophie clenched her teeth as the belt hit her poor bottom again and again. She could not hold back her squeals though, she screamed and moaned as the sting in her bottom reached unbearable heights.
Twice today, Matt had had to spank her, despite her efforts to be a perfect submissive. She felt ashamed for not living up to his expectations and felt full-heartedly she deserved her punishment. She did not hold back her tears when they came, letting them paint new lines of mascara on her cheeks, like those she’d washed away before at the parking garage.
“Please, I’ll be good. I will try harder next time, I promise.” Sophie said when the pain became too much to ignore.
The belt landed on her burning bottom again.
“I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” Sophie begged.
Once more, the belt landed on her backside, but then it stopped. Matt stroked her bottom gently. “I expect better from you next month.” He said.
“Yes, Sir.” Sophie promised.
“Now get up and go stand in the corner, hands on your head.” Matt ordered.
Sophie got up and made her way to the corner of their living room. Still not allowed to use her hands to sooth her red hot bottom, she placed them on her head.
Matt turned on the TV.

Time always seemed to pass slowly as she stood in the corner. Sophie had no idea how long she’d been standing there, naked, her red bottom on display.
“Can I come out yet?” She asked.
“It’s only been five minutes.” Matt replied, no indication of how much longer she’d have to stay.
Standing still was hard, Sophie had to keep switching what leg she stood on to keep her muscles from cramping up, but her arms grew tired. The pain in her bottom was still the worst, though.
She didn’t want to ask him again, fearing she might sound impatient instead of remorseful.
A bit later Matt paused his series on the TV. “You can come out now.”
Sophie turned and approached him for a hug. Matt opened his arms welcomingly and Sophie could not stop a broad smile lighting up her face. No matter what she’d done or how she’d misbehaved, when her spanking was done, Matt would always forgive her.
She hugged him fiercely, enjoying his touch on her naked body, despite the still throbbing pain in her bottom.
Matt kissed her deeply. “Be more careful next time, okay?” He said.
Sophie suddenly realized that Matt had been looking forward to that slow and sensual spanking. By tipping over the popcorn and earning this more strict punishment, she had robbed him of that. This harsh spanking had probably been more about that, than it had been about spilling popcorn or cumming without permission. She blushed deeply, even more embarrassed now that she’d realized this.
“I will.” She promised. “You know you don’t have to wait another month to give me that gentle spanking, right?”
“Let’s wait until your bottom has recovered somewhat. Maybe tomorrow. For now, it’s still a day of submission, so you better act like it.” Matt replied.
Sophie bit her lip. “Yes, Sir.”

Matt retuned to his TV, while Sophie turned to do some chores around the house. She could have joined him, but her bottom protested against the idea of sitting down, even on something as soft as their couch. She preferred doing chores on a day as this anyway, as it helped her feel like an obedient submissive.
While she cleaned up the room and dusted the shelves, Matt looked at her as often as he watched the TV. Sophie was still naked and flaunted her red bottom for her boyfriend.
When his show was done, Matt got up. “I’m going to bed.” He announced. “I expect you to join me shortly.”
Sophie finished her last chores quickly and followed her master upstairs. When she arrived, Matt was already naked and under the covers. She halted beside the bed.
“May I join you, Sir?” She asked.
“Yes.” Matt said, granting her permission to enter his bed.
Sophie crawled beneath the blankets and Matt did not hesitate to pull her close to him, their naked bodies against each-other as he kissed her. She could feel his erection against her tummy.
“Roll over.” Matt commanded her.
Sophie turned over, onto her belly, while Matt kneeled behind her. Despite her earlier embarrassing punishment and still burning bottom, Sophie was dripping wet when Matt penetrated her.
He fucked her roughly and Sophie squealed when his hips smacked against her sore, red bottom. Yet she enjoyed the pain and the rough fucking she received. She moaned loudly when Matt bit her ear and neck.
When he came, Matt collapsed on top of her, his body heavy on her back, his weight pressed against her sore bottom.
“Can I cum too, Sir?” She asked when he rolled off of her.
“You’ve already cum once too many today.” Matt replied.
“Please.” Sophie begged.
“You’ll have to wait until midnight.” Matt said. “But you’ll have to do it yourself and make sure you don’t wake me.”
Sophie bit her lip, but did not argue. It was still two hours until midnight, but that also meant two more hours of being a perfect submissive and doing what she was told.

She had to fight to stay awake, but when her watch finally announced that the day of submission was over, she was finally allowed to touch herself.
She’d had two hours to fantasize, to relive the day and that meant it did not take long for her fingers to finally bring her that release. Her body was shaking and shuddering with the orgasm she’d given herself, but only with the permission from her boyfriend.
All this time she’d been laying on her belly, just like she had when Matt had fucked her. Partly to remember it and partly because lying on her bottom still hurt. As she lay there silently in the dark, recovering from those waves of pleasure, she heard Matt roll over.
“I thought I told you not to wake me.” He said, while squeezing her sore bottom.
“I’m sorry.” Sophie replied, but Matt had already spanked her red bottom a few times more.
“Wait, it’s not a day of submission anymore.” Sophie protested.
“That’s no reason to misbehave.” Matt said, swatting her sore behind at least a dozen times more before mounting her from behind again.

The BDSM escape room

Sexy slavegirl tied up in a closet

Mia was a girl who liked things kinky and rough. She did not have a boyfriend, but a few play-friends who were more than enough to fulfill her sexual needs.
She’d met most of them online or at a BDSM-party or other gathering. They’d spanked her, tied her up, fucked her, tortured her and pleasured her.
Mia was submissive. She liked serving her friends, obeying their commands and being punished for failing them. She called them Sir, and did whatever they wished of her; for they knew her limits and she knew theirs.
Things had grown stale however. These scenes with her friends were still fun, but no longer original. It was hard to come up with another scenario or another role-play. Most of the time they didn’t even bother.
Online, Mia complained to her submissive friends that she missed the adventure. Now that she had experienced all her fantasies, there was nothing new for her. She missed not knowing what was going to happen, being nervous for a new experience.
This was when one of her friends suggested she contacted James. She did not want to say what was so special about James, but she’d had a great time and she was sure Mia had never experienced anything like what he had to offer before.
Mia contacted a few other friends and they too had heard of this James. He was a well-respected member of the community and everyone that had met him said he was a thrust-worthy person.
Mia sent a short email to this James, explaining she’d heard of him from her friends and wondered what it was he does.
James offered she visit him to find out herself.
Normally, Mia wouldn’t visit someone at their home on their first meeting. She’d prefer somewhere public for safety; but because he had the reassuring approval of multiple of her friends, she made an exception this once.
“It’s a game.” James explained.
Mia had arrived at his house on a Saturday afternoon. James lived in a clean, modern home. He was friendly, charming and quite handsome. Mia still had no clue what he did that her friend found so special, but even then she would not mind getting kinky with him.
“What kind of game?” Mia asked, intrigued.
“You could see it as a sort of test.” James said, not giving away too much. “If you successfully solve the test, you win. If you don’t, you lose.”
Mia bit her lip. She had played many kinky games in the past, not very different from this one she guessed. “So I assume that if I lose I get spanked, but if I win, I get fucked?”
James laughed. “Oh no, nothing quite as simple as that. You will provide me with a list of your limits. When you lose, I can do anything I want to you, as long as it’s not on that list. I will give you a similar list of my own. If you win, you can ask anything of me that’s not on mine.”
Mia licked her lips. Those were some high stakes to play with. “What kind of test? Will it hurt and does it involve sex? How do you decide whether I’ve failed or not?” She wanted a bit more detail before she’d agree to such terms.
“The fun part is you don’t know until after you’ve agreed.” James said with a sly grin. “But I can tell you this. You will have to use your brains to solve this test and it’s not up to me to decide whether you succeeded or not. That part is completely objective.”
Mia pouted, a test for her brain seemed boring. It was the bet that would make this interesting. She’d have to let him do anything he wanted if she failed and she didn’t even know what she’d be failing at yet. At least failing wasn’t subject to his opinion so he couldn’t just make her fail.
“That doesn’t sound very entertaining. She said.
“Oh don’t worry about that. I’m sure the test will have you hot and bothered while you’re busy trying to solve it.” James said mysteriously.
Mia raised an eyebrow. What could he possibly have planned for her? “Very well.” She said. “I’ll take the challenge.”
James got up and fetched a sheet of paper and a pen.
“Write down all your limits, please. He said. “Sign with your name and suggest a safe-word in case you wish to end the test early.”
“What happens if I end the test early?” Mia asked while trying to think of all those weird, disgusting or dangerous kinks others might like, but she definitely wanted to avoid.
“Nothing. Neither of us wins.” James explained. “The only reason you could have for finishing early is perhaps a panic attack. If that happens, I’m not going to make you do anything but help you relax.”
Mia blinked. A panic attack? What kind of test was this? Still, she wasn’t giving up now. She finished her list of limits and handed them to James.
“Great.” He said, reading it quickly. “This leaves plenty of room for some fun.”
Mia blushed.
“Now, you’ll need to undress before the test starts. I want you completely naked.” James said.
Mia smiled. Well this test was certainly starting out interesting. She got up out of the sofa she’d been sitting in, took one last sip from the drink James had offered her and then wriggled out of her dress.
She did not blush as James watched her undo her bra or even when she bent over to pull down her panties. She loved the way he looked at her naked body.
“I’m going to blindfold you now.” James said. “Then I will lead you to the room where you’ll play the game.”
Mia nodded, telling him she was ready.
Completely naked, except for the blindfold, she was guided through the door at the back of James’ living-room. At the end of the hall, he opened a door. Mia knew they were at the back of the house, but there was no cold air telling her they’d left the building. Reassured that he wasn’t leading her somewhere outside, away from the privacy of his home, she let him guide her into the room.
“Stand still.” James said.
Mia could hear him pick something up that sounded like a metal chain. Goosebumps appeared all over her body. She hadn’t been chained up in a long time.
James placed something against her throat and fastened it around her neck, a soft leather collar. Mia could feel the chain that was attached to it fall against her body, it felt cold between her breasts. Then it disappeared as James picked it up and attached it somewhere.
“When you hear the door lock, you can take off your blindfold.” James said. “You will then have one hour to escape from this room. If you don’t make it out in time, you lose. The things you find in here will give you some idea of what I plan on doing with you.”
Mia gasped. He was going to lock her up? His game was an escape room? She suddenly heard the door lock and quickly pulled off the blindfold.
She stood in the corner of what must be James’ private play-room. The floor and walls were dark, rich wood and there was little light in the room. In one corner stood a large metal cage with restraints. In the other corner a large, blood-red leather sofa. In the middle of the room stood a spanking bench, a small pedestal with a box and a chest. Against the furthest wall stood an old wooden desk.
The leash on her collar was fastened to the corner and all she could reach was the spanking bench, the mirror on the wall behind her and the chest beside the sofa…

This story has two possible endings. Either Mia escapes from the room, or she doesn’t …

Both endings are available on my website; but before you can read it, you need to play a game. You need to help Mia escape.

Only those who manage to escape from the room will be able to read the alternate ending!

Play the game here


The spanking quiz

Hey everyone

I finished another game for the website. This one is a quiz based on popular IQ-tests; but with BDSM-themed questions.

You can select up to 50 questions, the longer you take to answer aquestion, the more smacks you will get in your spanking. Answering questions wrong will also increase the amount.

Try it out here. Then tell us your score and how your spanking (real or imaginary) turned out.

While you’re at it, try out the other games like the cardgame, battleships, the maze, hangman, wheel of fortune, set and memory.

The wedding ceremony

bare bottom in sexy lingerie, trying on her wedding dress

Most wedding ceremonies take place in front of your friends and family. For Scarlett, this was only the case for two out of three of hers.
She had started the day early. Her friend Emma had already been waiting at the front door while Scarlett was taking her morning shower. Emma was a beauty-specialist and had come to do her friends hair and make-up on her special day.
The early hours of the day had passed in a blur. Luckily, Scarlett had planned the day perfectly and anything she’d forget, would be rectified by the master of ceremonies she had hired.
It wasn’t long before she stood at the steps of city-hall, her hand resting in the crook of her fiancé’s arm. Their witnesses stood behind them, followed by their parents, family and friends.
Lucas wore a dark, sexy suit with a gleaming white shirt and shiny blue tie. Her own dress was perfectly white, with pearls along the bodice and a skirt that dragged a long way behind her.
Traditionally, a white dress meant that the bride was still a virgin on her wedding day. It’s an old tradition though, and like many modern brides, Scarlett had chosen to ignore that rule and go for white anyway.
The ceremony at city-hall was the least pompous of them all. The room was nicely decorated of course and the official was affable and occasionally funny; but this just felt like doing the paper-work.
When they left city-hall, they were officially married. At least as far as the state’s concerned.

The second ceremony was at a church. It was past noon by the time her father was leading her down the aisle. They’d had sandwiches and drinks for lunch before they arrived.
It felt a bit odd then, having her father hand her over to her husband, when they were technically already married. But that’s just one of those oddities when combining a state and church wedding.
The church ceremony made up for everything the previous one was lacking. The church was beautiful with stained glass windows, golden candlesticks and large burning candles. The guests stared at her as she walked down the aisle while a cousin of Lucas played the wedding march on her violin. She saw tears in more eyes than just those of her mother.
It might not mean anything official except perhaps in the eyes of God, but it was everything she had hoped for.
When she left the church, she wore a ring on her finger and everyone was eager for the wedding party. Little did they know that a third ceremony was planned.

After the church wedding, but before the wedding dinner, all the guests were expected to rest or check in at the hotel. The young couple would go to the local park to have their wedding pictures taken. Afterwards they would all gather for a reception, followed by dinner, cake and dancing.
No-one but Scarlett and Lucas knew that there was one hour of freedom between their photography session and the reception.
The last part of the day would take place in a hotel’s banquet hall. Most guests had rented a room at the hotel and so had the young couple, the brides’ suite to be exact.
After making sure no-one had seen them, they made their way to their room. This was where the third and last ceremony would take place.
Scarlett and Lucas shared a secret that none of their friends or family knew. Early in their relationship, they had discovered their mutual interest in kinky activities like spanking, bondage and submission.
They had planned this secret ceremony to incorporate their submissive versus dominant lifestyle into their wedding.

Scarlett was nervous and excited as they closed the door to their hotel-room. The room was gorgeous, with a large four poster bed complete with curtains; but she hardly saw any of it.
Lucas had spanked her before of course. He’d spanked her when she was naughty, when she was nice, when she needed the release and even when she’d been truly misbehaved. But he had never spanked her as a husband spanking his wife.
It was not the spanking itself that she was most nervous for. What scared her he most was that she did not know what was going to happen. Lucas had arranged this entire ceremony; she’d had little to say about it.
“Stay here.” Lucas said to her.
Standing by the door, Scarlett watched as Lucas walked through the room; moving a chair, opening the curtains to the bed. Then, he turned around.
“Come to me, slowly.” He said.
Scarlett swallowed and approached him as elegantly as she could. There was no music this time, no people watching, just the two of them and complete silence.
When they stood face to face, he spoke: “As your husband and dominant, I have arranged for this ceremony for you to pledge your submission to me and I shall in return make a pledge of my own. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.” Scarlett answered.
“Then follow my instructions carefully. Turn around.” Her husband instructed.
Scarlett turned, her dress dragging around her feet. She did not look over her shoulder as Lucas slowly undid the long row of buttons down her back.
When the dress dropped to the floor, she carefully stepped out of it. She heard Lucas picking it up and attentively place it on the desk at the other side of the room. She was still going to need that later that day.
It took a while before Lucas spoke again. Scarlett knew he must be admiring the view. She had chosen her lingerie as carefully as she had the dress.
She wore a simple white bra with lace at the front, it left most of her breasts bare as she did not wish for it to be visible due to the dress’ ample cleavage. Her panties were of a matching white lace that barely covered a third of her voluptuous bottom. Above those, she wore a white garter belt with four clasps connected to her stockings, two at the front, two at the back. Her stockings were white as well, with a flower pattern running up her legs.
“Take off your shoes and turn around, please.” Lucas said when he had fulfilled his viewing pleasures.
Scarlett made to turn, but Lucas stopped her.
“In that order.” He said.
Scarlett blushed, but turned her back on her husband again. Knowing what he wanted, she bent at the waist and showed him her large, round bottom as she undid the clasps of her shoes and took them off, before turning to face him.
“Take off al your jewelry, except for your wedding ring.” Lucas commanded.
She took off her earrings and necklace and handed them to him.
“Now the belt.” Her husband commanded.
Scarlett smiled as she undid the clasps one by one and then pulled the belt down past her hips. Her stockings rolled down a little without its support. She was starting to understand that she would be completely naked for this ceremony.
Lucas picked up the chair he had moved at the start and placed it beside her. “Sit down and take off your stockings now.”
Grateful for the support of the chair, Scarlett sat down and did her best to take them of as sexily as possible.
“Now take off your bra.” Lucas said when her legs were completely bared.
Scarlett took it off with one swift motion and handed it to her husband. She was still sitting down for he had not told her to get up.
“Stand.” Her husband said as he moved behind her. He pulled away the chair when she did and then told her. “Take off those panties as well and then kneel with your hands in your lap.”
Scarlett pulled down her panties, not able to resist wiggling her bottom a little when she did. She knelt promptly, after placing them with the rest of her clothes.

Lucas stepped in front of his wife. It still felt odd calling her that, even in his mind.
She was completely naked. Oh, he’d seen her naked before, hundreds of times probably, in the years they’d been together. He’d seen her kneeling like this before and seen her in many more compromising positions as well.
Somehow this felt different. He didn’t know if it was because she was his wife now, or because she’d followed his instructions so meticulously.
“I asked you to prepare your pledge.” He said. “Did you memorize it or did you write it down?”
“I wrote it down, Sir.” His wife responded. “It’s in my purse.”
Lucas left her behind for a moment and went to look for it among the baggage that had been brought to their room earlier that day. He quickly found the neatly folded piece of paper where she had hidden it.
After taking his place back in front of his wife, he handed it to her. She was looking up to him. “If you are ready to make your pledge, read it aloud to me right now.”
Scarlett licked her lips, and then spoke:
“Lucas, you are the man I choose to be with for the rest of my life. You are not only my best friend, my lover and the one person I can always count on; but you are also my dominant, my master, my teacher, my Sir.
I have already promised to love you, cherish you, laugh with you, and cry with you. Now I also promise to always obey you, follow you and submit to you.
I will respect you as an equal, but surrender to you as your submissive. I will put your needs and desires ahead of my own and aim to always please you and never disappoint you.
I accept your rule and guidance, I equally welcome your wrath and discipline for bad behavior as I welcome your love and reward for good behavior.
I do this of my own free will and with no hesitation or doubt.
I am yours.”
Lucas swallowed, impressed by the words his wife had written down for him. He had always known she had a way with words, but still he was surprised by how well she had prepared her pledge.
Scarlett was still looking up at him, naked and waiting. She was smiling, knowing her words had stunned him to silence. It was time for his own pledge. His own words, he had memorized:
“Dear Scarlett. I choose you for who you are. I love what I know of you and trust in the things we have still to discover. For this, I do not want to change you; just to guide you and help you become the person you can be.
I offer you my guidance, my help and all my knowledge.
In return, I expect your full submission, your trust and your body as mine. I promise to protect and cherish what you’ve freely given to me.
I promise to use the power I have as your dominant to take care of not only my own desires, but yours as well. I will use you as I see fit, to ensure both of our happiness.
I will, like I have done in the past, discipline you or reward you, when these things are necessary or asked for.
Do you, Scarlett, accept me as your dominant, now and for ever?”
Lucas smiled, as it was Scarlett’s turn to look up at him in awe.
“I do.” She whispered, as she finally found the right words.

Her knees hurt and her neck was stiff from looking up, but Scarlett didn’t feel any of those things as she looked up at her husband, her eyes full of love.
Eventually, he turned away, quickly grabbing a small box from their baggage.
“You can stand now.” He said.
Obediently, Scarlett stood, full of curiosity for what was in the box and anticipation for the next part of their ceremony. She was sure there would be more than just words. She had told Lucas plainly that she expected to get spanked at least.
Lucas held the box in front of her as if it contained a wedding ring and opened it. Inside was a smooth leather collar, completely black, with a single metal ring at the front.
Scarlett squealed in delight. She had always wanted a collar, but for some reason Lucas had always refused to buy one. She picked it up and looked it over. On the inside was a single word pressed into the leather: ‘yours’.
Scarlett blushed, it seemed very similar to their wedding rings. Unlike the traditional names of the couple, they had chosen to have the word ‘mine’ etched on the inside of their rings.
“This collar, will symbolize your submission to me.” Lucas explained. “You will wear it when you are disciplined, but also when we are just having fun. You will get it when I ask for it and then hand it over to me. By doing so, you will be saying: ‘I’m yours’, just like the rings we’re wearing say that you are mine, and I yours in return.”
Scarlett nodded.
“Now, hand it over to me.”
Scarlett blushed a she handed over her collar to her dominant.
“Turn around.” Lucas said.
She tuned and let her husband fasten the collar around her neck. It felt smooth and warm, soft against her neck. It was one of only two things she was wearing right now: the wedding ring around her finger and the collar around her neck.
“As your husband, I will use both pleasure and discipline to dominate you.” Lucas said as he walked around her. “Before we go back to our guests, I have prepared a sample of both for you to enjoy.”
Scarlett swallowed. The chair was still standing a short distance from where she had taken off her stockings. Lucas sat down on it.
“Get over my knee.” He said.
Obediently, Scarlett moved to lay across her husband’s knee. She was careful of his suit, for he still wore his wedding costume while she was fully naked.
When he placed his hands on her behind, she bit her lip. Slowly he started spanking her, using just his hand.
Scarlett moaned and squirmed. Each smack of her husband’s hand was harder than the previous and quickly her bottom was bouncing beneath every blow, stinging and glowing red.
She did not know how hard he was going to spank her; but she did not want him to stop too early. She felt like they had to make sure this was a spanking to remember, it was their wedding ceremony after all. If she was to be a good wife, he’d have to set a good example and give her a proper spanking.
Thus she did not beg him to stop, she did not plea or whine. She took every smack until her bottom was sore and raw. She did squeal and scream and kick her legs, for she knew her husband liked this; she just hoped the brides’ suite was well isolated.
It seemed like her husband had the same idea as her, for he did not stop her spanking as early as he could have. He spanked her properly and thoroughly, making sure that her bottom was red all over.
In the end, Scarlett promised her husband that she would be a good and obedient wife. She did not beg him to stop, but she let him know, in a whispered plea that she had gotten the message, that this spanking wasn’t just for fun, but that she really was supposed to do the things she’d pledged to him.
When Lucas finally stopped, Scarlett was out of breath. Her bottom was on fire, even her legs hurt from all her kicking. It would be a miracle if all her make-up was still in place. She’d have to come up with an excuse for what’d happened to her hair.
“Stand up, please.” Her husband said.
Scarlett stood, fighting the urge to rub her bottom.
“Go to the bed and wait for me.” He said.
Scarlett stood between the two posters at the back of the bed. She could not ignore the pain in her bottom, but neither could she ignore the excitement she felt, believing her husband was about to fuck her in their suite, even before the wedding party was over.
“Raise your hands.” Lucas said.
Scarlett did as she was told without question. She saw Lucas had taken four sets of leather shackles from where he had hidden them in their baggage. She moaned in surprise and pleasure as he fastened her wrists to the top of each pole, spreading her arms and then her ankles as well to the bottom.
She stood spread-eagled, staring down at the bed, but unable to reach the soft feather mattress. Behind her she heard Lucas take off his belt.
A thought came to her that made her swallow. That suit was tailor-made. He did not need a belt, unless…
“Twenty lashes.” Lucas said. “I could do more, but there is not much time left before we have to return to our guests.”
“Twenty will do fine, Sir.” Scarlett replied.
“Twenty-five.” Lucas said. “Since you seem so sure you can handle just twenty.”
Scarlett blushed and bit her lip. She shouldn’t have spoken, not to interrupt their ceremony. “Yes, Sir.” She said.
The belt whisked through the air and landed with a loud crack against her bottom. Scarlett screamed at the sudden pain.
Once more, twice more, twenty-five times in total did her husband lash her with his belt and each time Scarlett moaned, squealed or screamed. She could not move, tied up as she was; not to avoid the lashes, nor to rub her sore bottom.
She hissed through her teeth when Lucas squeezed her sore bottom. “Good girl,” he whispered. It was finally over.
He hugged her from behind then, his chest against her back, his hands on her breasts and his erection against her glowing behind. Scarlett relaxed in his arms. Held up as much by him as by the restraints that tied her to the bed.
One of her husband’s hands moved down her belly. His fingers played with the mound of hair above her pussy and then plunged between her lips.
She was soaking wet and moaned loudly as Lucas fingered her clit. She tried to hold back, tried to enjoy this for a little while longer, but she couldn’t. With a moan and a squeal, she orgasmed, mere moments after her spanking.
“Good girl.” Lucas replied. “I almost thought we might be late to our own wedding reception, but now we might just make it in time.”
Scarlett was gasping and wheezing while Lucas undid first the shackles that tied her to the bed and then the collar around her neck.
“The ceremony is over.” Her husband said. “You can get dressed again.”
Scarlett blushed, slightly confused. “What about you?” She asked.
“What about me?” Lucas asked.
“Don’t you want me to pleasure you as well?” She requested.
“There’s no need for that right now.” Lucas said. “You are now completely mine. When I want to be pleasured, all I need to do is ask or just reach out and take it. Why should I hurry for it now, when I can have it whenever I want?”
Scarlett blushed deeply. By not making her pleasure him, he had confirmed his dominion over her even more. She just hoped that he would wait to demand his rights until after the party tonight. Surely he would not be so inappropriate as to do so sooner?
“Of course, Sir.” She said, trying to not let any of those thoughts be heard in her voice.
Her husband sat down on the edge of the bed as she got dressed after the final ceremony. The soft, white panties contrasted harshly with her red bottom and she was glad that they did not cover the most sensitive parts. Sitting down to pull up her stockings was a torment and she was reminded that they still had a long dinner planned with multiple courses. The long wedding dress would hide her poor bottom from anyone who might see. But she would certainly be squirming in her seat for most of the night. She was already looking forward to the dance afterwards, at least then she wouldn’t have to sit down.
“Are you ready to great our guests?” Lucas asked when she was dressed and done with rearranging her hair.
“Yes, Sir.” Scarlett replied, taking his arm.
Together, they made their way to the banquet hall, husband and wife, but also dominant and submissive.

The hotel manager

girl in sexy lingerie

It was late in the evening when John Michaels arrived at his favourite hotel. He was visiting the city for work and ever since discovering this particular establishment, he’d always made sure to stay there when work sent him this way. It was named The third corner, after its location on the corner of third street.
John was greeted by the desk manager when he entered; a young woman who—he thought—must’ve been promoted not that long ago, he was sure he’d seen her working as a serving girl on one of his previous visits.
The girl clicked around nervously on her computer, after John had given her his name. It seemed like something had gone wrong with his reservation. She sighed eventually. “I’m sorry Sir, it seems like we’re overbooked.”
John raised an eyebrow. “That’s unacceptable, it’s not like I can go anywhere else this time of day…” He answered, slightly worried.
“One moment, Sir.” The girl said. She picked up the phone and discussed the situation with someone he couldn’t hear.
Just a moment later, an older woman entered the lobby. John recognized her as the owner of the establishment.
“I’ll start the night shift early, Sophie.” She said. “You can take Mr. Michaels to his room.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The girl replied. “Please Sir, if you’d follow me.” She said to John.
John followed he girl as she led him past the rooms that were taken, into the back of the building. There was a small room with a large two-person bed. It was quite similar to the rooms he’d stayed in before, but not as tidy or clean.
“What is this room?” He asked the girl.
She blushed. “It’s my room, Sir. I sleep here after my shift, so that I’m here early in the morning to serve breakfast.”
“So, you live here?” John asked.
“No, I only work evenings and mornings. After breakfast I go home. But I do sleep here most days of the week.” The girl replied.
John nodded. “Well, it’s not the standard that I’m used to, but I guess it’ll have to do.”
The girl blushed again. “I’m really sorry for the inconvenience we’ve caused you Sir. To make up for this, I will personally serve you for the rest of your stay; should you wish a late meal or anything else. If you wish to punish me for my mistake, I will gladly accept that as well.”
John raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Did your boss tell you to say that?” He asked.
“Only, the first part, Sir. That I should personally make sure you had everything you wished for.”
“So you added the last part of your own accord? And how do you think I would punish you?” John asked.
“I’m not sure.” The girl said. “I didn’t really think it through, it just felt right to say so.”
“What would you say if I told you I was going to spank you?” John asked her.
The girl blushed and looked at him in surprise, obviously wondering whether he was joking. John looked dead serious.
“I guess, that would be acceptable. I was after all the one who made the mistake with the reservations.” She said.
John smiled, he hadn’t known that. “So you don’t think it would be wrong for me to spank you? You don’t feel too old, or find it too perverted?”
The girl blushed. “No, I think neither of those things.”
“Very well.” John said. He sat down on the bed in the middle of the room and gestured her to come closer. “Take off your jeans.” He commanded.

Sophie blushed deeply as she stood in front of the guest. She hadn’t really thought this would work. What was the chance that this man offered to spank her when she asked him to punish her? When that was exactly what she had hoped for. She’d always dreamed and fantasized about being spanked.
There could’ve been a hundred different things he’d made her do; but here she stood, slowly lowering her jeans in front of him. Her black silk panties stuck between her thighs, already wet from excitement for a dream finally coming through.
“Over my knee, Sophie.” The man said.
Sophie swallowed and bent over the knee of the man who was going to spank her. Her heart was racing. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, but did not let her rest on the mattress. With her hips over his lap, her legs and upper body dangled down either side of his body beside the bed. Her bottom arched and a big, round target.
When he placed his hand on her bottom, Sophie bit her lip to make sure she made no noise that could betray her excitement. When the first smack came down softly, she could not stifle a moan.
John spanked her slow and steady. Sophie’s soft panties crawled up between her buttocks, revealing more and more bare skin with each smack.
She moaned and whimpered every time his hand connected with her bottom. Slowly it had turned pink and warm, filled with a pleasant stinging sensation.
“These aren’t giving you that much protection anymore, are they?” John said, grabbing the panties that had buried all the way between her buttocks. The soft, wet fabric rubbed against her swollen pussy as he pulled them up even further.
“No, Sir.” Sophie agreed, admitting how vulnerable she had become to his smacks.
“All they’re doing now is blocking what I imagine must be a wonderful view.” John said. This time, he pulled them down.
Sophie gasped, but could not reach back to stop him in time as John pulled down her panties all the way to her knees.
“These are soaking wet.” John said as he let go of them. “Have you been enjoying this, young lady?”
Sophie blushed deeply. She was embarrassed that he had found out; but it seemed a bad idea to lie to the man who was spanking her. “I got turned on a little, Sir.” She admitted.
“A little?” John asked, placing a hand on her thigh and pulling her legs apart, clearing the view on her pussy. “You are dripping wet.”
Sophie bit her lip, too embarrassed to respond.
“It doesn’t matter.” John said. “I’m sure you’ll learn your lesson anyway.” And followed those words with an unexpected flurry of hard smacks on her now bared bottom.
Sophie squealed in surprise. She had expected John’s discovery of her arousal to change things, but the spanking continued as if nothing had happened; now with her panties dangling around her knees.
Well, that wasn’t completely true, something had changed. The smacks were a lot harder now. Sophie not only moaned and whimpered; she squealed and cursed. Her bottom went from a soft pink to a bright red and the sensual stinging sensation turned into a sharp, biting pain.
Sophie realized suddenly that they had made no agreements about her punishment whatsoever. Not how long it would take or how hard he would spank her. She was completely in his control. When the pain became too much, she kicked her legs and screamed: “Enough, enough!”
To her surprise, John stopped spanking her when he heard those words. “Do you think you’ve had enough?” He asked.
“Yes please, thank you.” Sophie said, thinking it was over.
“I disagree.” John said. “I haven’t even heard you apologize yet.” He spanked her red bottom again.
Sophie squealed and kicked her legs. She wanted to do as he asked and apologize to him; but she had asked for this punishment herself. She’d always dreamed of being spanked. Did she want it to be over already? Was this all she could take? In her fantasies, she’d always been able to take whatever she was given.
Gritting her teeth, Sophie bared her punishment. She could take this, she was sure of it. The pain blossomed in her bottom; she kicked her legs, squealed and cursed; but she did not ask him to stop again.
When the spanking slowed, each smack now a well-aimed, deliberate swat, Sophie kicked off the panties that had dropped down to her ankles. “I’m really sorry, Sir.” She said.
“Do you mean that, or are you just saying it because you want your punishment to be over?” John asked her without stopping spanking her.
Sophie blushed. “I mean it, Sir. You don’t have to stop until you think I got what I deserved. I just wanted you to know I’m sorry.”
“I’m glad to hear it, Sophie.” John said. “Now that you’re being honest with me. How about you tell me how much you liked being spanked. I can still see you’re wet after all.”
Sophie blushed. “It was just a fantasy.” She admitted. “I’ve never been spanked before. I didn’t really think you’d do it either. But when you did, it was like a dream coming through.”
John smiled. He still did not stop spanking her. Each smack of his hand renewing the sting in her sore, red bottom. “So, was it anything like in your fantasies?” He asked.
“Yes.” Sophie admitted. “I always dreamed of being spanked across someone’s knee.”
“Just a hand spanking then?” John asked. “Never anything more imaginative?”
Sophie blushed. “I guess, sometimes I imagined being spanked more roughly too.
“How?” John queried.
Sophie swallowed, afraid to answer; but another sharp smack on her behind reminded her that she was in no position to be petulant. “Sometimes I imagined a leather belt, or something similar.” She told him.
John placed his hand on her sensitive bottom. “Then I suggest we end this with ten lashes from my belt.”
Sophie blushed deeply. The spanking had already hurt more than in her fantasies. She wasn’t sure whether she could handle the belt. “What if I can’t take it?” She asked.
“Would you rather we continue like we are now?” John asked. “We could, but my hand won’t stop at ten.”
Sophie swallowed. She had proven to herself that she was strong enough before. She felt sure she’d be strong enough now as well. “I’ll take the belt, Sir.” She said.

John helped the girl stand. The unpleasant surprise from his room being overbooked had turned into a pleasant one with this girl willingly being spanked by him. It had been a long time since any woman had let him do so.
He was rock hard inside his trousers, hoping this night would end with more than just a spanking; but first he needed to finish her punishment.
“Take off your shirt please.” He said when she bent over the bed. “It covers your bottom too much.”
The girl did not turn, but pulled the shirt over her head where she stood. She was now only wearing her bra and shoes. Her bottom was glowing brightly red, and when she bent over, her could see her pussy, glistening wet with excitement.
“Count them for me, please.” John said as he took off his belt. He folded it in half and stood behind the girl.
Slowly, she counted each stroke, gasping and squealing between each of them. “One … Two … Three … “
When they reached ten, the girl stood shaking on her legs, her bottom covered in broad, glowing red stripes.
“Go stand in the corner.” John said.
Obediently, the girl moved to the corner of the room. John then undressed himself. He did not tell her what he was doing or what he had planned. This was his room now, he was just getting ready for bed.
When he was naked, he sat down on the edge of the bed again, his erection stood up proudly.
“Turn around.” He said.
The girl blushed as she saw him, nearly as naked as she was.
“While I think it’s appropriate that you got punished for your mistake, that doesn’t mean I’ve gotten proper compensation for getting this second rate room.” John said.
The girl nodded. “You’re right, Sir.” She said. “Is there anything I could do to make your stay here more pleasant?”
“I have something in mind. All you have to do is get on your knees and get your cute little mouth working for me.” John replied.
The girl blushed as she knelt in front of him. “Of course, Sir.” She said, before taking his erection between her lips. She sucked him softly, licking him with the tip of her tongue.
“No foreplay.” John said. “Spanking you was just as arousing for me as it was for you. This shouldn’t take long.”
The girl blushed, but obediently bent over further to take him completely in her mouth; her lips brushing his balls while the tip of his penis pushed against her throat.
John moaned deeply as she sucked on him, moving her tongue alongside his shaft. He looked past her pleading eyes, over her nearly naked body, letting his gaze linger on her freshly spanked bottom. “Get ready.” He warned her.
With a loud grunt, he ejaculated inside the girls mouth. She held him in, bravely swallowing all he could give her, sucking out the last drop.
“Thank you very much.” John said, pulling out of the girls mouth, dropping down on the bed.
“Glad to be of assistance, Sir.” The girl replied with a blush.
John waited for the girl to make the next move, or get up and leave. He was not averse of returning the favor, he knew how aroused she was after all; but he was the customer. If she wanted more, it was up to her to ask for it.
“Sir, could I ask you a favor?” The girl asked.
John smiled, thinking he already knew what she would ask of him. “Of course.” He said.
“I have nowhere to sleep tonight, would you be so kind to share your room with me?”
John looked up in surprise. He had nearly forgotten that it was the girls room he was staying in. “Perhaps, but I must warn you, I sleep naked.”
The girl blushed. “So do I.”
John grinned broadly. “Very well, you can sleep here, but if you do, I am going to fuck you.”
The girls blush deepened as she bit her lip. “I would like that.” She said, taking off her bra and shoes.
“Turn off the light, please.” John said before she got to his bed.

Sophie blushed as she made her way to her bed in the dark, after her spanking and pleasuring him; her body was yearning for more.
She bumped into the mattress and carefully crawled into the bed, under the blanket. Her body shivered with anticipation of meeting Johns.
When it did, I was sudden, his hand placed on her thigh, as if he knew exactly where she was. “Lay down.” He whispered, his voice suddenly close to her face, the warmth of his breath on her cheek.
She could feel him towering above her when she rolled on her back. The touch of his hips against her thighs was soft; but his hands on her breasts were rough.
When his hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the bed above her head, she moaned deeply. The pressure against her thighs increased and she felt him, already erect again, entering her wet, swollen pussy.
“Please be gentle.” She said when he pushed himself deep inside of her.
“I said I was going to fuck you.” John replied. “What made you think I was going to be gentle?”
Sophie squealed when his teeth pinched her breasts, biting around her nipple. His hips thrusting, fast and hard. Her red bottom chafed against the bed, reminding her of her spanking. The taste of his cum was still in her mind from pleasuring him and now she felt him again, deep inside of her.
It was more than she could take; her body was shaking beyond her control, but still pinned down by his hands and hips. She gasped and moaned as she came, shuddering, squealing.
But John did not stop. It was not her pleasure he was pursuing, but his own. He bit her hard again, this time taking her nipple between his teeth. Her convulsions hadn’t ended yet when another orgasm took hold of her body as John fucked her.
She was still shaking when John stopped with a groan, his hips pressed forward, cumming deep inside of her before he collapsed on top of her.
Exhausted, they lay in each others arms, until John finally rolled off of her. “Good night.” He whispered.
“Good night.” Sophie replied. She blushed, not knowing what else to say to the man she had only just met, but who had spanked and fucked her.
In the morning when John woke, she was gone, back to her task of serving breakfast for the guests.

Several days later. Sophie sat behind her desk at night, her shift was almost over. All the guests were in their rooms. When the phone rang.
“This is The third corner hotel, how may I help you?” She answered.
“This is John Michaels, I’d like to make a reservation for this weekend.”
“Certainly, Sir.” She replied, not immediately recognizing the name. “Do you have any preferences for your room?”
“I’d like your room again, Sophie.”
Sophie blushed, now recognizing the voice. “Of course, Sir. I’m sure that can be arranged.”
“Very good, I’ll be there on Saturday.” John said. “I hope you’ve been a good girl, Sophie.”
Sophie blushed. “Sorry John, I’ve actually been a very naughty girl; but I’m sure that can be mended when you get here. I’ll be eagerly awaiting your arrival. See you then.”
“Until then, young lady.” John replied. “I’ll bring my belt.”

The girl next door

Naked girl staring out the window

Summer-break was only two days old and Sophie was already bored out of her mind. What was a twenty-year-old girl to do all day out in the suburbs, living with her parents? All year, she’d live in the city, among friends; but these two months of summer were lonely and dull. That one week in August when she’d go on a trip with her friends seemed still far away.
The problem was of course, that nobody near her own age lived close-by. She had no-one to hang out with except her own parents.
There was the couple across the street however. They had moved in last year while she was in college. They were the closest to her age by a far margin, somewhere in their late twenties.
Still, Sophie didn’t think they’d have much in common. Anyone who freely choose to live a boring, dull life in the suburbs couldn’t possibly have anything to offer a city-girl like her.
They were her only hope though, and alone in her room, Sophie stared out the window at the house across the street. It was dark outside and she couldn’t see much; but a light was burning in a room on her neighbours second floor.
Sophie wondered if they’d just forgotten the light, or whether they would be returning. She had turned off her own light so they wouldn’t catch her peeking on them if they did. She knew it wasn’t polite to spy on her neighbours, but she was bored and had nothing else to do.
When the door to the empty room opened and her neighbours entered, Sophie blushed. The man was wearing only his boxer-shorts and the girl was completely naked.
Sophie turned away from the window, embarrassed for what she had seen. She could not help herself though and turned to watch again, shyly moving towards the window.
The couple was kissing. The man’s back was turned to the window, so she could no longer see his naked wife. Her hands were grabbing his shoulders, her fingers digging deep into her skin.
Sophie couldn’t avert her gaze. She hadn’t seen the couple before. The man was very handsome, with broad shoulders and a well-muscled back. His boxers were tight across his hips and firm buttocks.
For a moment, she imagined those hands on his shoulders to be hers. She had not seen much of his wife, but that short glimpse of her naked body told her they looked alike. That same slim built with firm breasts and wide hips; the same pale skin and long brown hair.
When the couple moved to the bed, Sophie wondered if they didn’t realize everyone could see them; or if they were just caught up in the act. Nobody ever came outside at night in this boring neighborhood of course; but with their curtains open and lights on they were in plain sights for peeping toms like Sophie.
When the man turned around to sit down on the edge of the bed, Sophie admired his broad chest before admiring his wife. Her pale skin looked soft and vulnerable in the light, looking in from the darkness.
She knelt on the bed, but did not straddle her husband like Sophie had expected. Instead, she bent down and draped herself across her husband’s lap. With her hips resting on her husband’s knees, her bottom was raised high in her air.
Sophie blushed when her neighbor spanked his wife. She watched in fascination how he raised his hand and smacked her upturned bottom; how his wife arched her back and rocked her hips, obviously enjoying the treatment.
As a college-girl, Sophie considered herself far from innocent; but she had not expected this boring, suburban couple to be so kinky. While she was adventurous herself, Sophie’s experiments with BDSM hadn’t gone farther than blindfolds and handcuffs. She’d certainly never been spanked.
Her neighbor’s spanking turned out to be more than just a few playful swats. Her husband’s hand kept raining down on her raised bottom while Sophie watched.
Sophie nearly pushed her face up against the window, trying to see what was happening. She wished she could hear them; she could imagine it lively: the sound of the spanking, the moaning and squealing of her neighbor.
She imagined she could see a trace of red on her neighbor’s bottom, even from this distance all the way across the street. Her poor bottom must hurt, but she did not show any signs of struggle except for the occasional kicking of her legs or shaking of her head.
When the woman slid down from her husband’s lap, Sophie wondered how long she had been sitting at her window, how long she’d been staring.
Now kneeling at her husband’s feet, Sophie could really see the shade of red on her neighbor’s bottom. She could not see what she was doing; but the motions were obvious when the woman bent forward, putting her face right in front of her husband’s lap, bobbing up and down as he grabbed her by the hair.
Sophie blushed as she witnessed her neighbor giving her husband a blowjob. Was she thanking him for her spanking, or making up for whatever it was that had gotten her spanked? She wondered.
The woman stood up at a command Sophie could not hear. She got a short glimpse of her neighbor’s erection now that his boxers were down, before his spanked wife straddled his lap.
When the man grabbed his wife’s sore red bottom in both hands, Sophie felt her own hands reaching down into her trousers. She gasped when she noticed how wet she was. Her panties soaked with arousal from watching her neighbor’s spanking.
She blushed deeply, but could not help herself as she touched her hot pussy and swollen clit.
After the long and sensuous spanking, the aftermath was quick. Her neighbor rode her husband roughly until – Sophie imagined – they both came with loud and shuddering orgasms. Sophie herself, who had been watching this whole time, had not enjoyed the same physical sensations; but she came just as quickly as they did. Shuddering uncontrollably, she moaned softly as she leaned against the window, still spying on her neighbors.

Two dull, boring days passed after that night and Sophie did not catch her neighbors having sex again. She looked out her window both nights; but either her neighbors had remembered to close the curtains, or they were just not doing anything.
She had not contacted them either. They might not be as boring as she had originally thought. But she wasn’t sure she could talk to them without blushing as she remembered what she’d seen.
On the third day since spying on them however, Sophie heard something as she passed by their house. She was just walking on the sidewalk on their side of the street and just as she was about to cross to her parent’s home, she heard it.
A soft noise, like someone slowly clapping their hands.
No-one who heard it would think about it twice. Unless, like Sophie, you had seen what happened in her neighbor’s bedroom.
Sophie walked past the hedge to their driveway, but all the curtains were closed. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should just ignore the sound and go home; but she was just so bored.
Slowly, Sophie walked up the driveway to the front-door. A small cobblestone path ran around the house and into the garden. Sophie followed it until she saw a large window on the side of the building.
The sound of a spanking seemed louder here and Sophie sneaked into the garden, hiding behind a large bush of roses. From her hiding space, she could see inside and was rewarded with a view of her neighbor’s bottom, red and draped across her husband’s lap.
Sophie blushed deeply. What was she doing? Spying on her neighbors, trespassing into their garden. But despite the slight shame she felt at peeping, she did not turn away.
They were not naked this time, except for her neighbor’s raised skirt and missing panties. The man was seated on a kitchen chair, his wife dangling across his knee. Her hands and feet rested on the kitchen floor.
This time, Sophie could hear the sounds of the spanking, the ringing smack when the man’s hand connected with his wife’s bottom and her squeals and moans in response. She could now see the look on their faces; the woman’s pain and distress and her husband’s strict gaze.
The woman’s bottom wasn’t just red, it was glowing. Sophie realized how much it must hurt from her kicking and squealing. She wondered if she had been wrong the other night, when she thought she was enjoying her spanking; but no, her motions and the sex that had followed had certainly indicated that she liked it.
Hidden behind the bush in her neighbor’s garden, Sophie raised her own skirt and rubbed her bottom. Already a bit of moisture was gathering in the fabric of her panties. She realized she might not be able to stay until after the spanking; she had to leave before they were done.
With one hand, she stroked her lips inside her panties, the other squeezing her backside as she imagined the pain of a spanking. It was exhilarating, standing in a stranger’s garden, touching herself. She felt naughty, spying on them like she was; it made the fantasy of getting a spanking much more realistic.
It was an odd contrast, her own pleasure, compared to her neighbor’s squeals of pain and discomfort. Sophie moaned softly, shaking on her legs as she fingered herself behind the rosebush.
When the spanking stopped and her neighbor got off her husband’s lap, Sophie bit her lip. She was not done yet, but they could see her any moment. Her fingers moved quickly, yearning for release before she was caught.
The man pointed at the corner of the room and the woman walked towards it, away from the window. Sophie sighed a breath of relief when her neighbor left the room, leaving his wife behind with her hands on her head; facing the corner unable to see out the window.
Sophie blushed as she spied on her neighbor standing in the corner like a naughty girl, her red bottom on display. No-one knew of course, except for her husband and Sophie who was peeping on them.
When she finally came, Sophie bit her hand, trying to smother her moans so that she\d not be heard. She blushed deeply, only now fully realizing she had been masturbating in her neighbor’s garden, while staring at his wife’s red, spanked bottom. Sophie quietly left the way she had come.

Sophie wasn’t usually this obsessed with the sex-lives of others; but there was just nothing else for her to do while she spent the summer at home. Every day, when she passed he neighbor’s home, she listened and hoped she might catch them at it again. She blamed her obsession on the spankings themselves, it was just so exotic, something she had never seen or experienced before.
Twice more in the following two weeks, Sophie sneaked into the garden to see her neighbor get spanked and each time, the spanking ended with her neighbor standing in the corner with a red bottom on display; and Sophie pleasuring herself, hidden behind the rosebush.
The guilt she’d felt at spying on them increased every time she did it; but she could not contain her curiosity whenever she heard those faint sounds of spanking coming from their home.
In the evening on the day she’d trespassed into their garden for the third time, Sophie was in her room when the doorbell rang. Curious, for they never got visitors, Sophie made her way downstairs, just as her mother answered the door.
It was her neighbor; the woman Sophie had witnessed getting a spanking just a few hours ago.
From atop the staircase, Sophie listened in on their conversation. It turned out that the woman was looking for her. Neighborly as her mother was, she invited her in and pointed her towards her daughter’s bedroom.
Blushing, Sophie ran to her bedroom and waited for her visitor. She was nervous, fearing that she might have seen her trespassing in her garden, spying on her when her husband spanked her.
“Enter.” She said when she knocked at her door.
The woman entered, she still wore the same flowery dress as before. It was short and barely covered her bottom. Sophie wondered if it was still red; was she wearing panties underneath or were those still off as well?
“Hello Sophie, my name’s Emma, I live just across the street.” She reached out to shake her hand.
Sophie blushed and took the woman’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Emma.” She said.
“Your mother told me you’d be coming home for the summer; but I never had the chance to come say hello.” Emma said.
“Oh, that’s okay.” Sophie said. “You must be busy.”
Emma smiled. “You must be bored, all alone out here. You should come visit me and my husband sometime. I imagine we’re the only ones anywhere close to your own age.”
Sophie nodded. “That would be great.” She said, all the while wondering if she could enter their home without blushing whenever she looked at them.
“Do you like flowers?” Emma asked. “We have a rose bush right outside our kitchen window. You can come and pick some of the flowers anytime you want. Just make sure you give us a heads-up first. We wouldn’t want to think you were trespassing or anything.”
Sophie blushed deeply. Was that a hint, did she know? The woman was staring at her intently. Sophie swallowed. “Of course.” She said.
The woman smiled again. “Great.” She said. “That’s settled then, well I have to be going. I hope you’ll come over and visit us soon.”
The woman left her room as suddenly as she had come. Sophie’s heart was racing. They must know, she thought. They must have seen her. Emma’s visit was obviously a warning.

That didn’t stop Sophie of course. Two days after Emma’s visit, she heard her get another spanking from her husband. It surprised her how often they did it. At least twice a week, Emma spent time across her husband’s lap; and that was only the times Sophie caught them.
Sophie hesitated at the edge of their property. Emma’s visit was still clear in her mind; but all she could imagine now was the same woman, dangling helplessly across her husband’s knee.
She just had to be careful, she told herself. Slowly, she made her way into the garden. As quietly as possible, she sneaked up behind the rosebush.
Her neighbors were in the now familiar position where Emma’s husband sat on a kitchen chair and her bare bottom raised in the air above his knee. Careful not to be seen, Sophie unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down together with her panties; her bottom bared in their garden, just like Emma’s bottom was bared for her to see.
It almost felt like baring her bottom for a spanking; after Emma’s warning and out here in the open, she felt naughty and vulnerable.
Sophie had missed the start of Emma’s punishment, her bottom was already quite red. She preferred masturbating during the spanking; but she knew she had some time left while Emma stood in the corner.
She was still touching herself, her fingers digging deep into her wet pussy when she heard a voice. “You can stop hiding.”
Sophie had been so focused on watching Emma in the corner of the kitchen, that she had not noticed her husband entering the garden. With a deep blush, she pulled up her shorts and stepped out of her hiding place.
“I’m sorry.” She said. “I was just…”
“We know what you were doing.” The man said, interrupting her. He walked across the grass towards her and Sophie’s heart started racing. This was the man who spanked his wife. What was he going to do to her for spying on them?
“I’m sorry.” She said. “I didn’t mean to disturb you, I didn’t see anything.”
The man raised an eyebrow, he stood but an arm’s length away from her. He was quite intimidating, tall and strong as he was.
“You didn’t?” He asked. “This isn’t the first time I noticed you sneaking around. I even sent Emma to talk to you, and you still want me to believe you aren’t spying on us.”
Sophie looked at the grass around her feet. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I shouldn’t be here. I won’t so it again… ehm, what’s your name?”
“It’s Michael, but you can call me Sir.” He replied.
Sophie blushed. “Of course, Sir. I’m sorry for spying on you.”
“You know what Sophie, I’m not stupid, I realize how bored you must be out here with your parents. I don’t know how you found out about our secret; but I understand why you’d be curious. So, let’s make a deal. You can ask me three questions about anything you want and in return you promise me to never spy on us again, so we can forget this ever happened.” Michael said.
Still blushing, Sophie looked up at her neighbor. Was she really getting of that easy? “What kind of questions?” She asked.
“Anything.” Michael said. “I imagine you’re curious about what you’ve seen, aren’t you?”
Sophie nodded, taking a moment to think about she should ask. She looked over her shoulder, seeing Emma still standing in the corner.
“The first time I saw you.” She said. “I saw you have sex after you spanked Emma. But every other time, she has to stand in the corner and nothing else happens.”
Michael smiled. “When Emma’s been a good girl, she gets her spanking as a reward; but when she’s naughty, it’s a punishment and she has to stand in the corner. The latter kind of spanking is usually quite a bit harder than the former.
Sophie blushed. She had been wondering about this for a while. She had even thought it might be discipline, but she had not believed until Michael told her.
“Why does she let you discipline her … so often?” Sophie asked, quickly merging two questions into one.
Michael laughed. “Emma is very submissive and loves it when I’m in charge. She doesn’t just let me spank her, she has completely given up control to me and lets me decide when she’s been a good girl deserving of a reward, or a bad girl deserving a spanking. And to why she gets spanked so often, it’s because she likes to act a bit like a brat. She secretly loves getting disciplined by me, because it reminds her of who’s in control. Have you never felt that way, Sophie? Haven’t you ever done something that you thought was bad and you deserved to be punished, if only there was someone there to take charge and put you across their knee?”
Sophie blushed and looked away. “Maybe, but not the part about the spanking.” She admitted. Trespassing into her neighbor’s garden and spying on them had certainly been one of those moments.
“Well, I’m sure that’s what you’ll be thinking about, next time when you do something naughty.” Michael said.
Sophie bit her lip and wondered about her third question.
“What will you do, if I were to break my promise and spy on you again?” She asked.
Michael raised an eyebrow. “I will do what Emma suggested to me when we saw you in our garden today.” He said.
Sophie’s heart was racing. “What did she suggest?” She asked.
“Emma said, I should bring you inside so you could be spanked right alongside her.” Michael said.
Sophie swallowed.
“So, I better not see you out here again, am I clear?” Michael asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Sophie answered. “Can I leave now?”
Michael crossed his arms. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Sophie blushed. “Your promise?” Michael reminded her.
Sophie folded her hands in front of herself. “I promise I won’t spy on you again, Sir.” She said.
“Thank you, Sophie.” Michael said. “You can go now.”

Several days passed and Sophie avoided going near Michael and Emma’s house. She was afraid that if she heard them, she would be unable to resist temptation and get caught. Part of her however, could not stop fantasizing about what would happen if she did break her promise.
These first few weeks of summer, her neighbor’s secret, kinky sex-life was all that had kept her from going insane with boredom. The truth was of course, that she was deeply curious to how it felt like to be spanked.
When she thought back about her time hiding behind the rosebush, masturbating while Emma got spanked by her husband; she remembered squeezing her cheeks while she heard the smacks on Emma’s behind, or pulling down her shorts to bare her bottom just like hers. It hadn’t just been the naughty feeling of spying or public masturbation that had her aroused; it was the spanking itself and the idea of submitting to a man to be punished that had her shuddering and yearning for the release of an orgasm.
Emma suggested it herself. Sophie argued with herself some days. She wouldn’t mind it, if her husband spanked a young woman who had been spying on them. It would be a once-in-a-lifetime experience, something she’d never forget; and something she’d never have to repeat if she did not want to.
The idea of being spanked by Michael turned her on greatly. She knew that all she had to do was break her promise. She wondered if he thought that she would. Her third question had suggested it after all. There was no doubt in her mind that he would enjoy spanking her and was hoping to catch her spying on them again.
It was this thought that made Emma return to Emma and Michael’s garden. Michael didn’t really want her to keep her promise, she thought. It was more like an opportunity, a way for her to show that she wanted to be spanked by him.
She passed by her neighbor’s garden every day, hoping to hear the sounds of Emma’s punishment; and every day, she was afraid that today would be that day.
When she finally heard those now-familiar sounds of a spanking, she froze just outside their driveway. This was it, she thought. She could either turn around and never think about it again; or she could sneak inside and get caught.
Slowly, she made her way up the driveway. She had thought she was nervous when spying on them before, but it was nothing compared to what she felt now. It was also the most exciting thing that would happen all summer, so she pushed her fears aside and crept towards the rosebush, peeping through the window where Emma was face-down across Michael’s knee.
It wasn’t long after her entrance, that the spanking stopped. Sophie wondered if she’d been seen; Emma’s bottom wasn’t as red as it would usually be after her spanking. Too nervous to touch herself, she had just been standing there to watch.
“Sophie!” A voice called, Michael entered the garden.
With a blush, Sophie got out of her hiding place.
Michael approached with long, quick strides. “What are you doing here?” He asked. “You promised not to spy on us anymore.”
Sophie blushed deeply. “I’m sorry, but I…”
“No buts.” Michael interrupted her. “Emma and I both warned you not to spy on us. I even told you what would happen if I saw you here again. Are you going to tell me you didn’t understand what I said last time I caught you spying?”
“No.” Sophie said, staring at her feet.
“So, you know what’s going to happen now?” Michael asked.
Sophie blushed. “Yes, Sir.”
Michael was quiet for a moment, Sophie looked up at him and saw him staring down at her, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
“Very well.” He said. “Follow me, you knew what you were getting yourself into.”
Sophie bit her lip, but obediently followed Michael to the back of the house and in through the back door. She felt vulnerable suddenly, in his house with no way to escape. She followed him into the kitchen, where Emma was still standing in the corner.
Without the window separating them, Emma’s red bottom was suddenly much more real than it had been before. This wasn’t just some scene she was looking at, this was actually happening.
“Go stand in that corner.” Michael said, pointing at the opposite side of the room. “I know how much you like to watch, so you don’t have to face the wall. Take a good look, because you’re going to be next.”
Without a word, Sophie moved to the corner of the room.
Michael sat down on the chair. “Emma, you can come out now, we weren’t done yet.”
Emma turned around, her pussy suddenly catching Sophie’s eyes as she was holding her skirt in her hands. She blushed slightly when she saw Sophie staring at her. Submissively, Emma placed herself across her husband’s knee.
From across the street in her bedroom, to the garden outside the window and now just two steps away, Sophie had gotten ever closer to these spankings. Soon, she’d be so close that she’d be the one dangling over Michael’s knee.
The sound of the smacks was loud here in the same room of them, but even louder were Emma’s squeals. Sophie started to become nervous as she imagined how much her sore bottom must sting, how vulnerable she was with her legs fruitlessly kicking the air.
Michael was relentless and spanked Emma until her bottom was glowing red, until her squeals were replaced with sobs and whimpers; and all this time, Sophie could only stand and watch, knowing that she would be next.
“Get up.” Michael said.
Emma got up from her husband’s lap.
“Go back to the corner. Don’t face the wall, since Sophie has been spying on your punishments, I think it’s fair you get to see hers as well.”
Emma slowly moved to the corner and turned around to see the room. Sophie was blushing, waiting for Michael to tell her to come to him.
He made her wait, seconds seemed minutes in the completely silent room. Sophie’s fear was slowly being replaced by impatience. She deserved this spanking, didn’t she? Then what was he waiting for?
“Come here, Sophie.” Michael said.
Sophie flinched, caught off guard at the sudden command. He had been waiting for her to realize that he was in charge, not her. Slowly, she made stepped closer, standing in front of his chair.
“Raise your dress.” Michael said.
Sophie blushed, all this time, she had not considered this part of her punishment. Michael would definitely spank her on her bare bottom, just like he did his wife. She would be completely exposed.
Slowly she raised her dress. Michael waited patiently, as if he had all the time in the world for her to reveal her panties. They were black and covered in lace. Sophie had chosen them purposefully not to be embarrassed by them if she were to get caught; just like she’d been wearing skirts and dresses ever since she’d decided to go through with this. Emma always wore them as well.
Finally, with her dress raised all the way below her breasts, Michael raised his hands to stop her. He grabbed her panties between his index fingers and thumbs at her hips. Sophie blushed deeply as he pulled them down.
“Step out.” Michael said as he dropped her panties all the way to her ankles. When she did, he picked them up and tucked them into his pocket. Sophie blushed deeply, wondering if she’d ever see those panties again.
Michael was sitting up straight, now staring right at her pussy. “Get across my lap, young lady.” He said.
Sophie moved to the side of the chair, slowly lowering herself across Michael’s lap. She placed her hand on the ground to keep her balance while Michael grabbed her hips and shifted her forwards until her bottom was right above his lap.
She blushed deeply when she felt his erection pressing against her pubic bone. She had known he’ would be excited, but she hadn’t thought she’d feel it this intimately. She knew she’d be excited herself, she wondered how wet she was and how much of it Michael would see.
When Michael stroked her bottom with his hand, Sophie moaned softly in anticipation.
“I would’ve rather given you a good girl spanking, Sophie.” Michael said. “But a naughty girl like you, who breaks her promises and spies on people deserves a good hard spanking and a bright red bottom.”
Sophie blushed, but did not protest.
“Well, don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” Michael asked.
“No, Sir.” Sophie replied. “You’re right, I deserve to be punished.”
Michael raised his hand and smacked her bottom.
Sophie moaned softly. The pain wasn’t that bad. Just a slight stinging sensation spreading through her cheek. Michael smacked the other side and Sophie moaned again. The sting nicely balancing out the first.
Slowly, Michael built up the intensity of her spanking, alternating between cheeks and increasing the sting with each smack. He did not slow down our pause, only ever increasing the strength behind each swat with his big, strong hand.
Sophie moaned deeply, occasionally squealing softly as a particularly hard smack landed. The pain was building, but somehow still bearable, pleasurable even. It was like she had fantasized it would be. She imagined the excitement building between her legs, her pussy glistening wet and dripping down her thighs. She wouldn’t be able to hide it as she kicked her legs, dangling over Michael’s lap.
But the excitement didn’t last. The smacks kept coming, ever harder and the pain took over the excitement. Sophie’s moans became grunts and screams. She started to realize that she was in deep trouble and her spanking was long from over. She wondered if she’d made a mistake letting herself got caught; she no longer had any control of the situation.
There was no way to turn back now, she’d have to see this punishment through until the end; but above all, she realized she deserved this. Her behavior these last few days had led her to this, spying on people, trespassing on their property, ignoring their warnings and breaking her promise. What did she expect would happen? She could blame her boredom, the dull days at her parent’s house; but the decisions had been her own. Even the decision to get caught, because deep down she had known, she deserved to be punished for her misbehavior.
As the pain in her bottom mixed with shame and guilt, Sophie squirmed and whimpered. Her bottom was bright red and it felt like it was on fire. “I’m sorry.” She said. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”
Michael didn’t listen to her. Why would he? She hadn’t kept her last promise either. His hand kept raining down on her bottom and Sophie kicked and squealed.
Somewhere, Emma was watching. Sophie wondered if she was smiling, seeing her get punished for spying on her. Or was she excited, like Sophie had been while she was watching Emma go through the same thing. Was she perhaps touching herself right now, just like she had?
Even through the pain of her spanking, Emma blushed, feeling a drop of excitement at the thought of Emma touching herself while watching her. But no, Emma stood in the corner with her hands on her head, she would not be able to touch herself.
The thought disappeared as quickly as it had come. The pain in her bottom was all consuming. Again she begged Michael to stop, promising to be a good girl, promising to never spy on them again.
When he finally stopped, Sophie lay whimpering across his lap, tears rolling down her eyes. After a moment, Michael told her to stand.
Sophie slowly stood, afraid to look at Emma. She had never seen her cry; ashamed for her tears, she averted her eyes.
“I’m sorry I had to be this strict with you, Sophie.” Michael said. “But I needed you to understand this spanking was a punishment and not for fun.”
Sophie nodded.
“Don’t be ashamed of your tears.” He said. “Emma has cried across my lap more than once. When she gets spanked as hard as you did today, she always does.”
Sophie blushed and looked up at Michael. So, she had been spanked harder than Emma had. Of course, she had probably deserved it more. What had Emma been spanked for? Some bratty remark, perhaps? While Sophie had been spanked for spying, trespassing and breaking her promise. No wonder her bottom was twice as red as her neighbor’s wife’s.
“Now go stand in the corner next to Emma.” Michael said. “Keep your dress raised and your hands on your head until I return.”
Sophie blushed and made her way to stand next to Emma.
“Face the wall, both of you.” Michael said,
The two women turned.

A long time passed after Michael left when neither of them knew what to say.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think he’d spank you this hard.” Emma said after a while.
Sophie blushed. “It’s okay. I probably deserved it.”
Emma looked at her and smiled. “I’m glad you think that way. You know, I’ve never had anyone to talk about these things with.”
Sophie looked at her in return. “Well, I don’t think I’ll try to get myself in trouble on purpose again after today.”
Emma laughed softly. “But you should, next time just make sure it’s something small. Some regular discipline is good for your mood, and it keeps you honest with yourself.”
Sophie blushed. “Don’t you find it weird to let your husband spank another woman?”
Emma smiled. “I have to admit, just a week ago I would have never considered it. But when we caught you spying, I got thinking about it. I really felt you deserved to be punished for it and who better to do it than my husband? It turned me on to be honest, the idea of Michael spanking another woman while I watched. That’s as much part of the reason I guess.”
“You got turned on while he spanked me?” Sophie asked, getting redder with the moment.
“Didn’t you?” Emma asked. “Didn’t you spy on us because it turned you on? Watching you across my husband’s lap, your bottom slowly turning red under his punishing hand. I was so wet, I felt it dripping down my thighs.”
Sophie swallowed. “I guess you’re right. I did enjoy watching you as well.”
Emma smiled. “Even while you were across his lap, even while you were begging for mercy, I could see how wet you were, how excited you were to be dominated by a strict man.”
Sophie blushed again. “I can’t help it.” She said. “Don’t you get turned on when he spanks you?”
“Of course.” Emma said. “Always.”
Sophie bit her lip. “But you never have sex when you get punished?”
Emma shook her head. “No, only good girls get that reward. But do you really need sex? Don’t you feel like what you’ve just experienced is just as good? It’s intimate, emotional, strong; it doesn’t need sex to be a complete experience.”
Sophie looked away. “You’re right I guess.” She said. “It’s just this feeling, this arousal, like I’m burning up inside, longing for that sweet release.”
Emma smiled. “But that’s part of it, part of the punishment because you’re not allowed to have it; part of the lesson because if you want it, you have to be a good girl; part of the submission, because he is in control, not just over pain, but pleasure as well.”
Sophie looked back at her neighbor. The way she talked, she could understand why she loved it so much, why she acted like a brat to get herself in trouble with her husband.
“That’s easy for you. But who is going to reward me, when I’m a good girl?” She asked.
Emma frowned in thought. “All good girls get rewarded in the end.” She said. “All you have to do is keep your promise.”
Sophie blushed. What was she suggesting? That she would let her husband reward her with a sensual spanking; and what, let him fuck her as well? It seemed impossible, but before she could ask her more, Michael returned to the kitchen.
“You can come out of the corner.” He said.
Both women turned around. Emma pulled down her dress from around her waist, Sophie followed her example. The weight of her dress on her bottom reminded her suddenly of her spanking and she winced at the sudden pain.
“Are you going to remember to behave more politely, Emma?” Michael asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Emma said.
Sophie blushed, she hadn’t realized Emma named her husband Sir as well.
“And you Sophie, are you going to keep our promise and stop spying on us?” Michael asked her.
“Yes, Sir.” Sophie said.
“Very well. Emma, you still have some chores to do. Sophie, it’s time you head home.” Michael said.
Emma stepped away from her and left to do her chores without question. Sophie blushed, there was no mention of returning her panties, she was still bared beneath her dress. She turned to the backdoor to leave.
She expected Michael to follow her out, but he didn’t. He was sure that she’d do as she was told. With her bottom still burning, she had no plans to be disobedient in any way.
Once outside, she checked to see if her dress covered her bottom properly and no redness was revealed, she wiped her face with her hands to hide her tears and pulled her hair in place with her fingers. No-one knows what just happened. She told herself. She repeated the phrase in her head as she crossed the street and headed home, avoiding her parents as she entered her room.
Finally alone, she raised her dress and looked at her red bottom in the mirror on her wardrobe. She touched herself, but then stopped. Michael would never find out if she masturbated; but she remembered what Emma had told her. It was part of her punishment, only good girls deserved an orgasm. She dropped her dress again and started cleaning her room. Doing chores, just like Emma was, would probably distract her enough from her stinging bottom and wet, glowing lips.

Several days passed and Sophie did not return to her neighbor’s garden to spy on them. Even when she heard the familiar noise of Emma being punished across her husband’s knee, she resisted the urge to have a look. The spanking was still too fresh in her mind, she remembered sleeping on her tummy that night, and not being able to sit comfortably the following day.
Still, there was a part of her that wished she would get spanked again someday; just like Emma had predicted. Not because it had been enjoyable; but because the idea that there would be consequences for her actions was somehow comforting. If only she had someone like Michael. Those regular spankings Emma got from her husband for being a brat were exactly what she wanted; not the harsh, severe spanking for spying and trespassing that she’d gotten herself.
More than a week passed and the boredom was slowly reasserting itself. Sophie had not visited her neighbors, for she was too embarrassed to confront them after her spanking. Luckily, the one week trip with her friends was just a few days away, giving her something to look forward to.
It was two nights before she would leave, when Emma visited her again. Just like the previous time, her mother answered the door, letting Emma in when she asked for her.
Nervously, Sophie waited in her room, wondering what Emma wanted. She knew there couldn’t be anything that had gotten her in trouble this time.
When Emma knocked her door and entered, she was smiling broadly. “Sophie! It’s been such a long time, why don’t you visit?”
Sophie blushed. Last time she saw Emma, they had talked about how wet and aroused they both got from being spanked by her husband. Both their bottoms had still been bared and red as they stood in the corner together.
“I don’t know.” She said. “I guess I felt a bit awkward after what happened last time.”
Emma still smiled. “Oh, don’t worry about that. When Michael puts you across his knee, all is forgiven and forgotten when it’s done. We’re not upset about your spying and trespassing. I won’t even mention it again.”
Sophie chuckled. It was the spanking itself that made her feel awkward, not the thought that they might still be angry. It was odd, she realized, that discipline was such a part of Emma’s life that she did not feel the same.
“I’ll see if I can come over sometime.” She said.
“Why not now?” Emma asked. “I know it’s a bit late, but Michael sent me to ask. He’s very pleased that you kept your promise and he thinks you deserve a reward.”
Sophie blushed again. She had seen what kind of rewards Emma got from her husband, a sensual spanking followed by making love. That’s not what he meant, was it? Emma couldn’t possibly approve of her husband fucking another woman; even if she didn’t mind him spanking one.
“Sure, I guess.” Sophie said, feeling confident that they had something else in mind. “Who would say no to a reward?”
Smiling, but nervous, she followed Emma out and across the street. Michael was waiting for them in the hallway.
“Sophie, I’m so glad you accepted our offer. I haven’t seen you spying on us in days, so can I assume you’ve been keeping your promise?” He asked.
“Yes, Sir.” Sophie said, blushing now that she was once more confronted with the man who had spanked her.
“After you left us last time, Emma told me that you felt left out because you knew that Emma, if she was a good girl, would be rewarded, while you only got punished for being naughty, but had no-one to reward you when being good. Is that true?” Michael asked.
Sophie blushed, she had not expected Emma to tell her husband what they had talked about.
“Yes, Sir, it’s true.” She admitted.
“Well, the last week, Emma has been very well behaved and while I planned to reward her, I thought of you. Since you joined her in one of her punishments, I thought why not let you join in one of her rewards as well.” Michael explained.
Sophie bit her lip. If she were to participate in one of Emma’s reward, then that did mean spanking and sex, didn’t it?
“Do you mean, I’d get a sensual spanking too and … what comes after?”
Michael smiled. “Emma and I have often talked about trying out a threesome; and with your submissive attitude and knowledge of our fetish, you would be a perfect third.”
Sophie blushed again. After days of thinking and dreaming of that one spanking, she was now offered another. This one however would be pleasurable, sensual. She felt the excitement in her groin, moisture already gathering between her lips, her bottom tingling with sensation for what was to come.
“I would like that.” She said. “But only if Emma agrees.”
Emma, who had been standing to the side, not talking, clapped her hands. “Of course, I agree!” She said, hugging Sophie. “I’ve been looking forward to this so much, ever since I saw you getting spanked by Michael I wanted us to do more together.”
“Well then, it seems I’ve got two good girls on my hands who deserve a reward.” Michael said. “Please, follow me upstairs, young ladies.”
Butterflies were doing summersaults in her stomach as Sophie followed her neighbors to their bedroom; her heart was beating in her throat and her body was tingling all over.
When they entered the room, she checked the window and was relieved to see the curtains were closed. She remembered vividly how she had seen them from across the street last time Emma got a reward.
“Take off your clothes please.” Michael said.
Emma started to undress and Sophie blushingly followed her lead. She wasn’t shy, but a bit embarrassed to undress at Michael’s command. Her experience in submissiveness so far was just to raise her skirt and accept a spanking she surely deserved.
Her neighbor did not slow down or stop, not even for her bra or panties. She took them off until she was completely naked. Sophie could only do the same, until she was completely exposed as well. Michael was staring at them both, his hungry smile touched something deep inside her, arousing her greatly.
When they were done, he took of his own shirt, his trousers and his socks. Only his boxers he kept on. His erection was plain however, stretching the fabric of his underwear. Sophie longed to touch it, even while his wife was there to see.
“Who wants to go first?” He asked.
Sophie licked her lips. She longed for this spanking, but Emma was his wife, so she waited for her to make the first move.
“I went first last time.” Emma said. “I think it’s Sophie’s turn now.”
Sophie’s heart jumped up again.
“Good, Sophie, come here please.” Michael said, while seating himself on the edge of the bed.
Sophie didn’t hesitate, but moved to the side of the bed, hungry for her reward. Her naked body right beside his.
“Across my lap, young lady.” Michael said.
Sophie blushed and knelt on the bed. He sounded so strict, even for a reward; and that only turned her on even more. She leaned forward across his lap. The bed supported her legs and upper body, which made the position a lot more comfortable than it had been when she was dangling across his knee on the kitchen chair.
Just like last time, she could feel his erection press up right against her pubic bone. This time there was only a thin layer of fabric separating her from its touch. The rest of his body was naked and warm against her flesh.
Softly, Michael rubbed her bottom. He used his hand to separate her legs and reveal her moist, dripping pussy. There was no way to hide her arousal from him.
Michael raised his hand and spanked her firmly. Swatting her bottom left to right. Sophie moaned and wiggled her behind, she arched her back, begging for more.
The smacks kept coming, building a warm sting in her bottom. They were softer than her previous spanking; but still pretty hard. The sting was real and slowly building into a numbing pain.
Sophie moaned or squealed after some particularly firm swat. Her bottom was glowing and sore; but it was an enjoyable pain. It was like a spicy meal, like a strong, painful massage, or a very hot shower; just on the edge of bearable.
“Can I help?” Emma asked.
Sophie looked over her shoulder. She had forgotten about Emma and how she had to witness her husband do this with another woman.
“Of course.” Michael said.
Sophie moaned deeply as Emma knelt next to her. Michael did not relent his spanking as his wife’s slender fingers trailed up Sophie’s inner thighs, following the trail of wet juices that had trickled down her legs.
She gasped when Emma’s fingers found her pussy and slipped between her lips, finding her clit. All the while, Michael’s hand kept raining down on her bottom.
Trapped between pain and pleasure, Sophie moaned and shook. Unable to control her body, she shuddered and moaned, driven to orgasm by Emma’s slender fingers and Michael’s strong hand.
Even then, Michael did not stop. Sophie squealed and moaned as he kept spanking her during her orgasm. Emma’s fingers slid down to the entrance of her pussy, and instead of relenting the pressure, she pushed them inside.
Sophie screamed.
Her body shook uncontrollably as a second orgasm took control of her body. Michael landed a few more firm swats, as she lay shaking across his lap. Then he finally stopped.
Gasping for breath, Sophie lay across her neighbor’s lap. Her bottom felt on fire, even while being massaged by Emma’s cool, soft hands. One large, warm hand lay on her lower back, Michael was holding her down still.
“Is it over?” She asked, wondering why he was holding her down.
“Only if you want it to be.” Michael said.
Sophie licked her lips. “I don’t think I could take anymore.” She admitted.
The pressure of Michael’s hand relented. “In that case, I know someone who is dying to take your place.”
With a grunt, Sophie got up from Michael’s lap. She looked at the couple with a blush; wondering how she could still be embarrassed around them after what they had just done.
Emma knelt beside her husband and took her place across his lap. Sophie stepped back, watching as she got a spanking from her husband.
This was the first time she could truly enjoy watching Emma get a spanking. She was invited, did not have to worry about being caught or fear she would be next. She enjoyed the vulnerability of Emma’s body across her husband’s lap, the slow coloring of her bottom, her moans and squeals, the movement of her body as she accepted the pleasure.
When Emma’s moans reached a higher pitch, Sophie remembered she should do more than just watch. “Can I?” She asked. Michael nodded.
Sophie had noticed Emma liked to kick her feet during her spanking, so she knelt behind her on the bed, straddling her legs so she could not move them. She bent down, to make sure she did not get in the way of Michael’s swinging arm.
She traced Emma’s inner thigh with her fingers, finding her pussy, just like she had done for her. She barely touched Emma, when her body already started to convulse. A few flicks against her clit and Emma was moaning and shaking uncontrollably.
Michael did not relent for his wife either, keeping the spanking going while Sophie brought his wife to orgasm.
Sophie pushed three fingers up her neighbor’s pussy, thrusting them deep. Emma’s body shook, but she could barely move with Sophie’s weight on her legs and her husband’s hand on her lower back.
Emma screamed and moaned as she got her good girl reward.

The two women stood together beside the bed; their bottom burning from their spankings.
“Did you like your reward?” Michael asked them.
“Yes, Sir.” The two women said in unison.
“And are you going to thank me for it?” He asked.
Sophie blushed, remembering what she had seen through her window. Emma on her knees, giving her husband a blowjob.
“How can we thank you, Sir?” Emma asked.
“I’d like to see my two girls kiss.” Michael said. “But not just any kiss. You have to kneel at my feet and include my cock in this kiss.”
Sophie licked her lips. She had given plenty of blowjobs before, but never at a command. Somehow that made it more exciting.
Emma knelt beside the bed at her husband’s feet and Sophie joined her at the other side. She had never kissed a woman before; but when Emma leaned forward and pressed her lips on hers, her excitement took over.
They kissed deeply, tongues in each-other’s mouths. Michael then pulled down his boxers to reveal his enormous erection. Sophie blushed as Emma softly grabbed his balls and licked his shaft from top to bottom.
Sophie copied her neighbor, licking Michael’s dick; their tongues moving up and down his shaft together. When they reached the tip and their lips touched, they kissed with Michael caught between them.
They played and kissed, licking and sucking each-other’s tongue, lips and Michael’s dick. with Michael’s moans and grunts in the background.
“Take it Emma, I’m going to cum.” Michael suddenly said.
Emma pulled her husband’s cock away from Sophie and took it in her mouth.
“Don’t swallow.” Michael said. “You have to share with Sophie.” He moaned deeply, shuddering as he came into his wife’s mouth.
When he dropped back on the bed, Emma turned to Sophie, leaning forward to kiss her again. This time when she pushed her tongue in her mouth, her husband’s juices came with it, mixing with their saliva as they kissed.
Sophie blushed, but accepted her share of Michael’s sperm. The taste mixed with that of Emma’s mouth as they kissed. When they let go, both women swallowed their share.
“Get on the bed.” Michael said.
The two women joined him, all three were now completely naked as they held each-other; Michael caught in between his two good girls.
“Before we send you home, Sophie, I have one more reward for you.” Michael said. “You can choose whether your next orgasm comes from a dick or a tongue.”
Sophie blushed. The kiss and blowjob had turned her on greatly. Her bottom was still sore and sensitive with Michael’s hand on it while they cuddled. She wanted him to fill her up, just like he had with his wife’s mouth.
“I’ll take the dick, please.” She said.

Michael got up and placed a pillow against the wall. “Sit over her please, Emma.” He said.
Emma moved up the bed and sat down with her back against the wall. She whimpered softly, having to sit down on her sore bottom.
“Since you want my cock, it’s going to be your responsibility that Emma gets her share of the pleasure, Sophie.” Michael said. “You’ve just proven to me how well you can use your tongue, so get on your hands and knees and use it.”
Sophie blushed. When Michael had mentioned a tongue, she had not thought it might be her, or Emma’s tongue that would do the pleasuring. She had never kissed a woman before tonight and she had definitely not licked one.
Emma spread her legs invitingly, waiting for Sophie to come. She was blushing too and Sophie wondered if she too had never had another woman do this to her.
Michael was sitting beside her, waiting. He was still in charge, the spankings might have been rewards, but he still expected their obedience. Sophie got up and knelt down before her neighbor.
She had never been this close to a pussy before she realized, not even her own. Up close like this, she could almost taste Emma’s excitement just by her smell.
Shyly, she licked Emma’s lips.
She moaned deeply.
Encouraged by her neighbor’s arousal, Sophie continued. Licking her up and down and then finding her clit. she started to play with it with her tongue.
She could feel Michael move and kneel behind her. She felt his hands on her sore bottom and his erection against her lips. When he pushed his cock into her, Sophie moaned deeply, her warm breath on Emma’s lips.
Sophie realized Emma was going to have to watch her husband fuck another woman, and while he did, she’d feel some of the pleasure herself.
It was not her fault, Sophie thought. She couldn’t have known Michael planned it this way when he asked her if she wanted a dick or a tongue.
Michael thrusted hard and firm, pushing her forward with Sophie’s face right up against Emma’s pussy. She could not moan with her tongue pressed firmly between Emma’s lips, doing her best to share the pleasure.
She could have been in Emma’s place, she thought. Comfortably leaning back, enjoying her tongue on her pussy while watching her get fucked by her husband.
That might have been the better option; but she had been greedy and chosen the cock; and now she was trapped between the couple, hardly able to breath and with her sore bottom being pounded by Michael’s hips.
Sophie pushed back, freeing her mouth to talk. “Please, spank me, Sir.” She said.
Michael grabbed her hips tightly. “Why should I spank you, young lady.” Michael said.
“Because I’ve been greedy.” Sophie said. “I should’ve chosen the tongue, so you could have fucked your wife.”
Michael smacked her bottom.
Sophie moaned deeply, before being thrusted up against Emma’s pussy again. Emma moaned in return as her tongue pushed up against her clit.
Caught between Emma’s juices on one side and Michael’s thrusting hips and punishing hand on the other, Sophie felt trapped and out of control.
Emma suddenly convulsed, shaking uncontrollable as Sophie’s tongue brought her to orgasm. She wondered if Michael had planned it this way. Had he known how much his wife liked watching him spank another woman? Did she perhaps enjoy watching him fuck her just as much?
Despite Emma’s squeals and moans, Sophie could not stop. As long as she was being fucked, her tongue ran up against Emma’s clit, making her squirm and shake.
Another smack landed across her bottom as a deep thrust filled up her pussy. Sophie moaned deeply, reaching an orgasm of her own as Emma’s juices still filled her mouth. She shook uncontrollably, unable to breath or move.
Michael kept spanking her and thrusting, ignoring her shaking body until he too reached his climax, not pulling out, but cumming deep inside of her.

The three of them lay exhausted on the bed.
“You didn’t need to ask for a spanking.” Emma whispered after a moment. “I loved watching.”
Sophie blushed. “But he is your husband.” She protested.
“We were all part of what happened.” Emma said. “Who cares what body part goes where?”
Michael placed his hand on Sophie’s bottom. “I think she wanted to watch herself.” He said. “She is a little voyeur after all.”
Sophie blushed. “Maybe.” She said.
“Next time.” Emma said.
“If you two prove you can stay good girls.” Michael added.
A long, blissful silence stretched as they rested on the bed.
“Do you want to come over next week?” Emma asked. “Just to hang out.”
“I can’t.” Sophie said. “I’m going away for a week.”
“But you’re coming back?” Emma asked.
“Yes, three more weeks until college starts again.” Sophie said.
“When you’re back, you should come over as often as you want.” Michael said. “If you want to earn another reward, I have to be sure you really deserve it.”
Sophie blushed. “If I can earn a reward; does that mean I could also earn a punishment?”
Michael turned to look at her. “Would you like that?” He asked.
Sophie bit her lip. It wouldn’t be fair, if she only got rewards for being good, but no punishments for being naughty. Today had been great; but those disciplinary spankings Emma got for being a brat, she wanted those too.
“I would.” She said.
Emma chuckled. “I’m looking forward to seeing Michael smack your ass for being a little brat.” She said. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the two of us get into plenty of trouble.”
“You better behave yourself.” Michael told his wife. “And you, Sophie, I’ll make sure you’re turned into a well-behaved young lady before school starts again.”

The fake appointment

girl with her panties down, crying after her spanking

Sitting outside in the waiting room, Emma was wondering how long one of these sessions could take. Her friend had left over half an hour ago and she was still waiting in this dull room, accompanied by only a handful of magazines.
Emma was here as a favour for her friend, even though her didn’t know it. Evelyn was now with the councillor, discussing her study habits. Her grades had gone into a freefall ever since she had broken up with her boyfriend, almost a year ago now.
Emma and her other friends had felt they had to intervene, to save her friend from throwing away everything she had worked for. Of course Evelyn had not believed she needed counselling, until Emma had lied to her and told her she came here every week herself. Emma had the best grades in their class, if she found help here, Evelyn had believed her she could as well.
Emma of course had better ways for spending her Saturday afternoons. She had never been here before. In fact, she was already dressed for a night out with her friends, a short black dress barely long enough to cover the top of her dark sheer stockings, high heeled boots, a touch of make-up and some curls to her hair.
She was slightly surprised when the assistant came in and told her the councillor was ready for her. She had almost forgotten she’d had to make an appointment for herself as well, to keep up with her story. Of course, for her the session couldn’t take as long. Emma had never had any problems studying, in fact in her twenty years of age she couldn’t remember ever needing to do more than just reread a subject before a test.
With a stack of tests and assignments under her arm – all she could find from the past month and all with high grades – she followed the young woman out of the waiting room.

The office she was brought to was quite large. There was a sitting area to her right with a single leather sofa and a large floor-to-ceiling window on her left, looking out on an indoor-garden.
In the middle of the room stood a large wooden desk and behind it sat a man, quite handsome, probably not more than half a decade older than her, in his early thirties. She approached his desk and sat down on one of the wooden chairs after shaking his offered hand.
“Good afternoon. I’m Alex. You must be Emma.” He greeted.
There was no questioning tone to his voice, but Emma answered anyway. “I am. Nice to meet you.” She held her stack of papers in front of her, unsure how to handle them.
Alex smiled. “Nice to meet you too. Emma.” He reached for the tests. “You can give those to me, let me have a look.”
Emma hadn’t expected the straight forward approach. But then again, she didn’t need any explanations or boring introductions. The faster she was out of here, the faster she could have some real fun.
The councillor, Alex, had placed the stack neatly in front of him and examined the pages slowly, one by one. It seemed to take forever even though it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two and for some unknown reason Emma was suddenly slightly nervous.
“Those are some very impressive grades, Emma.” Alex said after turning the last page. “Very good.”
Emma smiled, she knew they were good, but it was always nice to hear someone else say it. “Thank you.” She replied.
“I’m only a bit surprised by these French assignments.” He continued. “You seem to get persistent scores at around seventy percent, while in your other subjects you’re always around eighty and even ninety.”
Emma raised an eyebrow. Did that really matter? Seventy was still good. “It’s still at the top of the class average.” She replied.
“We don’t care about class averages here miss.” The councillor said with a smirk. “This session is only about you. I’m sure you didn’t book this session, thinking all your grades were perfect…”
“Actually, I came for my friend.” Emma answered, deciding to explain. “She wouldn’t have come if I hadn’t told her I would come as well. Besides, isn’t seventy good enough?”
“Ah your friend. Was that the girl who came in before you? Evelyn, right? She did mention you, said you came here every week, even though I’ve never seen you before.”
Emma blushed, caught in her lie.
“Well, we don’t settle with good enough here, Emma. We teach you to get better and aim higher than just good enough.” He paused the short lecture to take a sip of his glass of water. “How much do you study when you get a test for French?”
Emma blushed slightly, she barely studied at all. “As much as for my other classes.” She replied.
“And why not study more for a class you’re getting lower grades on?”
“Why should I?” Emma replied. “Seventies are already decent. I call that smart time management.”
“So you fail to reach your potential because you’d rather be doing something else? We don’t call that smart Emma, we call that lazy. If you had actually come here before, you’d know what happens to lazy girls in my office.”
Something in his voice made Emma feel threatened. “What’s that?” She asked, unsure she wanted to know the answer.
Alex stood up behind the desk. “They get a good spanking.” He said, moving around the desk in small steps. “First with this hand.” He placed it on the desk as he walked around it. “And then with a sturdy wooden paddle.” He had almost reached her. “And if they’re very lazy even a few strokes of my broad leather belt.” The last words were almost whispered as he stood next to her chair, staring down at her.
Emma sat shocked to silence in her chair, unable to answer, unable to even breathe. Suddenly Alex turned away from her and took a few quick steps to the leather sofa. “Come here.” He said as he sat down.
She had turned her head as he moved, her eyes following him across the room. She had no doubt what would happen if she went to him. He had seated himself in the middle of the sofa, there would be no room for her, unless it was across his lap.
To the right was the door of his office. She stood up and took two small steps, keeping the middle between him and the exit. “What stops me from leaving right now?” She asked.
“Nothing.” Alex replied. “You are here of your own free will of course.”
Emma took two more steps towards the door.
“I’m just wondering however. What will you tell Evelyn next week? When she comes back for her second session and you’re not joining her. What would I have to tell her? That her friend who had advised her to come here; who had gotten her spanked; had then chickened out of her own spanking herself?”
Emma really blushed now. Had Evelyn really let the councillor spank her? It explained why her session had seemed to take so long. Evelyn had probably believed that Emma got such spankings regularly. Which would explain why she’d have the courage to go through with this.
If Evelyn found out that had been a lie; she might never forgive her. Emma looked from the door to Alex and back again. If Evelyn could take the spanking, it couldn’t be that bad, could it? She took a few more steps towards the sofa.
If Evelyn could do it, then why couldn’t she?
When she came to a standstill she stood right by Alex’ side. Up to that point she had been unsure where she was going, but when he took her hand she knew it was too late to run away.

Alex pulled her towards him and down, slowly guiding her across his lap. A voice in her head wanted to know what she was doing. She hadn’t come here for a real session, and even if she had, she didn’t think she deserved to be spanked, not for her grades nor any so-called laziness.
But there was no better alternative and she blushed from embarrassment as she positioned herself somewhat comfortably over the councillor’s lap.
Alex flipped up her short dress easily, revealing her sexy lace panties. “These look very nice, Emma.” Alex said. “Though most girls wear something more protective when they visit me.”
Emma swallowed a cheeky remark as she imagined him staring at her behind. His fingers stroked her bottom, following her curves, the edge of her panties, exploring the area he was about to assault.
Emma focussed on how unfair this treatment was. The councillor might claim this was for her own good. But he had practically blackmailed her, threatening to tell her friend the truth. But that didn’t explain why she felt excited. The councillor’s strong hands on her back, her vulnerability and complete lack of control aroused her greatly. She knew that beneath those panties he was admiring, she was increasingly wet. turned on by the prospect of being spanked.
The first smack sent a chill through her spine and left a stinging sensation in her left buttocks. Emma moaned softly, though it didn’t hurt. A second one followed on the right, leaving a similar feeling.
Slowly those smacks followed each-other, not painful in themselves, but building up on the sting left by the previous ones. Though she could not see, her bottom had turned a rosy pink and while she had stayed nearly silent at the start, the continuously growing sting had her moaning at each smack by the time they reached thirty – not that she had counted of course.
Satisfied by her reaction to his warmup Alex quickly increased the speed and strength with which he chastised her bottom. Each smack was no longer just an addition to the sting, but a strong blow in itself. In short succession Emma’s moans were replaced by squeals and hisses, until she begged him to “please stop”.
Alex’s hand came to a stop, her bottom showing pink between his fingers. “Stop? But we’ve barely even started.”
His fingers hooked behind her panties and – too fast for Emma to reach behind her to stop him – pulled them in one swift motion to her knees.
“Wait, you can’t!” Emma argued when his hand returned to her behind. She wanted to struggle free, but his strong arm pushing on her back already told her that would be useless. Completely under his control, Emma had no way of hiding her arousal now that her red bottom was bared to his sight.
Alex didn’t even waste any words arguing and instead continued the assault on her behind. He’d slowed down the speed with which he spanked, but without diminishing the strength behind each smack, making sure she felt every one of them.
Emma struggled softly across his knee, keeping her legs closely together in a vain – yet futile – attempt to keep her modesty. As the pain increased, so did her arousal. You could not tell whether her moans were of pleasure or discomfort.
Finally, when his hand stung and he’d made sure the bright pink colour was spread even across Emma’s whole bottom, Alex paused.
“I think that’s enough for the first part. Are you leaning anything?” He asked it while softly rubbing her stinging bottom.
“Yes.” Emma replied quickly.
“Yes?” Alex answered in surprise. “What have you learned?”
“I’ve been lazy and need to study harder for French.”
Alex hand squeezed her more strongly, massaging her stinging bottom as he questioned her. The intimate gesture made her squirm beneath his touch.
“This is not the first time I’ve spanked a naughty young lady, Emma. I know when they’re lying to get out of their punishment. Are you lying Emma?”
Emma blushed. “Yes.”
“That’s what I thought.” Alex replied. But instead of continuing her spanking like Emma had feared he continued massaging her bottom, using both hands even.
His warm kneading hands brought the feeling of excitement to a new level. “Please stop.” She said, while her body begged for the opposite, her back arching to push up her behind, revealing her arousal to the man who had spanked her. “You’re taking advantage of me.”
Alex did stop. “I was just trying to prepare you for the second part, by rubbing away some of the sting before we started. But if you want I could take the paddle right now…”
With a groan Emma raised her bottom. “No, sorry. Not yet, please.” Alex continued his slow massage and Emma moaned softly as he did.

Emma felt hot and sweaty as she lay across the councillor’s lap. Her bottom was warm, the sting mostly gone. But while her growing excitement was too embarrassing to bear, she did not want to ask after the paddle because that would be even less desirable.
In the end, Alex made the decision for her. He reached for the drawer under the small stand beside the sofa, picking out a flat wooden paddle. Emma had a quick look at it over her shoulder before he placed the cool surface on her bottom. It was about two hand widths in length and half of that in width. It covered the majority of her right buttocks as he pressed it down.
When Alex placed his left arm on her lower back to hold her down, Emma blushed, realising she hadn’t struggled or tried to escape during the small break. The first smack erased that thought as it propelled her forward, leaving a hot stinging area on her behind. The smacks came slowly like before, not as sharp and stinging but heavy and deep.
Her whole body was pushed forward with each smack, grinding against the leather sofa and across Alex’ lap. The hardest of them made her squeal.
The sting he had rubbed away came back multiplied and Emma struggled vainly to get away. But after each move she made Alex held her tighter and the paddle landed harder. She tried to give up her struggles, groaning at each smack, holding on to the sofa’s armrest as if it was her best friend. But she could not halt the kicking of her legs, the swinging of her hips or the bouncing of her bottom beneath the paddle.
She hadn’t thought of Evelyn since the spanking had started, but wondered now if she’d gone through the same and whether she’d ever forgive her for it. As a particularly hard swat made her squeal, Emma imagined maybe she didn’t deserve this for her grades, but she definitely did for what she’d done to her friend. Somehow that thought made it easier to bear as she raised her bottom to welcome more of the heavy stinging smacks that had turned her warm pink bottom in a sore hot red.
When she did, Alex slowed down a trifle, taking his time to ask her a question as he made sure each smack landed perfectly. “It seems to me you’re starting to learn, aren’t you?”
Emma groaned softly, timing her answer between two smacks, arching her back so her bottom stayed perfectly available as she answered. “Yes, sir.” Though she was not learning what he was trying to teach.
“Are you going to study harder?” He asked.
Emma blushed and failed to answer before the paddle landed with another echoing smack, making her squeal instead. For a moment, caught in her own fantasy, she had forgotten what she was actually being spanked for. “Yes sir.” She quickly replied, before he could land another.
Her bottom felt sore and throbbing, but it seemed her answer had been enough. Alex dropped the paddle next to her and told her to stand up.
As she stood her dress dropped down, covering her nudity, reminding her how exposed she had been before. It brought a blush to her face knowing how she had acted in that position.
“I told you I know when you’re lying Emma.” Alex said when she finally found the courage to look at him. Her hands were clasped firmy around her bottom. “You were not thinking about studying, were you?”
Emma blushed and looked away, but she knew it would be a bad idea to lie to him. “No sir.” She replied.
“I thought so.” Alex sighed. “While I’m glad you seemed at least to be learning something, I’m going to have to ask you to go to my desk and bend over it.”
Emma’s eyes widened. “That’s not fair, I told you the truth.”
“Only after I caught you in the lie Emma. Now do as you’re told.”
Emma could feel the heat of her bottom through her dress, her bottom felt sore when she softly rubbed it. She didn’t want to bend over the desk for more. “Are you going to use your belt?” She asked.
“Yes.” Alex nodded. “And the longer you make me wait, the worse it’ll get.”
Emma blushed deeply, but moved quickly to the desk. She didn’t know why, but even the fear of his belt could not diminish her arousal. In fact, it turned her on even more.
The desk was quite high and she almost had to stand on her toes to bend over it, pushing her bottom high in the air. For a moment, she wondered if it was designed for specifically that reason. She heard the councillor stand up and slowly approach her from behind.
“Lift your dress.” He said as he pulled away the chair she had sat on before. Emma blushed deeply, she had only just been reminded of how exposed she was during the spanking.
This time, he wouldn’t hold her down while raising her dress, she had to do it herself and offer her bare bottom to him. Showing him how excited she was.
Her panties had been lost on the way to her new position. Slowly she reached back and pulled the soft fabric onto her back, once more baring her sore red behind and gleamingly wet pussy. She hadn’t even heard him take off his belt as she did, but suddenly felt the cool leather against her behind. A thought came to her before the first hit.
“Wait. Aren’t you going to rub away the sting first?” She asked.
“Not this time, young lady.” The councillor answered. “But I have some oil in my desk, you can have some of that when we’re finished. Would you like that?”
“Yes.” Emma replied, she would love to sooth the sting in her bottom, she could only imagine needing it even more after feeling his belt.
“Ok then, now get ready.”
Emma did, grasping the other side of the desk with the tips of her fingers and arching her bottom up in the air. Still she was not prepared for that first smack. It landed across her buttocks pushing her flat against the desk. A squeal had barely escaped her lips when the second one followed.
Alex wasn’t going to give her any time to adjust or escape as those first few strokes landed quick and crisp, making her howl and – when he stopped – beg. “Please no more.” She said. “I’ll study, I promise.”
“Not yet.” Alex replied as he moved to her other side. The belt landed with a loud thwack before she could come up with any other promises. A few more smacks, accompanied by her squeals and groans painted her bottom an even brighter red.
When he walked away Emma made no move. Panting she lay on the desk, the only thing holding her up. She felt out of breath, but could barely think over the stinging sensation in her behind.
A moment later she felt his warm hands on her bottom again, spreading some cool oily substance. Was it then finally over?
“You looked as if you would be unable to use this yourself.” The councillor said as he rubbed on the oil with deep massaging strokes.
Emma blushed, her spanking was over, she should cover herself and regain some of her dignity. But like before his hands felt too soothing, slowly massaging away the pain.
Letting him do it for her couldn’t hurt she thought, she could not possibly be embarrassed more than she’d already been when over his knee.
The oil trailed down her bottom as he rubbed it on in thick layers; dripping down her inner thighs and mixing with her own juices as she got increasingly wetter with arousal. She moaned deeply and arched her back, raising her bottom and begging his hands to stray from her sore, tender backside.
When the councillor stopped, she felt it was too early. Her bottom still felt sore and her light dress chafed. She blushed when she realised she had been hoping he might fuck her, or at least use his hands to rid her of the arousal that had her in its grip,
She blushed again when he handed her her panties. She waited until he turned around to put them in her purse, they would feel too snug on her sore, stinging bottom.
“Here.” Alex said as he handed her the tests he had picked up from his desk. “I hope next week these will be less disappointing.”
Emma blushed as she accepted them. She did not want to leave yet, her session had been so exciting, how could it end so quickly and disappointingly?
“Is there anything else?” alex asked.
“No, sir.” Emma said with a blush, quickly she left his office.
The assistant was waiting for her outside. “The councillor informed me you’ll want another appointment next week?”
Emma blushed. Another appointment would probably mean another spanking. She tried to tell herself she was doing this to help Evelyn; but when she confirmed with the assistant thatshe was indeed coming back, she knew it was because she had secretly enjoyed the spanking.
The assistant led her out the office through a different door than where she’d come in. Evelyn was waiting for her there, which explained why she hadn’t seen her come out.
Emma blushed, wondering how to explain to her friend why she had advised her to see a canceler that would spank her.
“Hey.” She greeted her as she approached. “So how did it go?” She tried to act as if the past afternoon for both of them had been completely natural.
“It was great.” Evelyn replied. “I thought I’d just get some boring speech about studying and responsibilities. But Alex seems to really understand me.”
Emma blushed. Great? Alex understood her? That didn’t sound like the reaction she was expecting. “Really, what did you do then?”
“Oh, at first we just talked about me, nothing school related, so he’d get to know me. Then we went through all my tests, to find my strengths and weaknesses. That seemed to take forever, but for everything we found Alex had some tip or trick I could learn… Isn’t that what he does with you?”
Emma blushed. “Yes, well only the first few times of course.” Had he had not spanked Evelyn? She wondered. “It’s different now.”
Evelyn smiled. “Oh right, of course. Are you going again next week?”
“Yes.” Emma replied without thinking… How had her friend with her abysmal school results escaped a spanking, while her almost perfect scores would have her sitting gingerly on the ride home?

One week later.
Emma had rehearsed what she would say in the waiting room. But when Evelyn’s session was over and she made her way back to the office where she’d been spanked only a week ago, her nerves got the better of her. “You lied to me.” She said as soon as she saw Alex sitting behind his desk.
Alex smiled. “Yes, I did.” He almost seemed proud of it. “But I did it to help you. Just like you helped Evelyn when you lied to her.”
Emma blushed. “I didn’t get her spanked by lying to her and she really needed the help.”
“So did you.” Alex replied. “Did you really believe we spank those that come for our help? We would run out of customers quickly.”
“I can’t understand why I believed you!” Emma replied. “I should have known Evelyn would have never let you spank her. You just made that up so you could spank me.”
“Well Emma, perhaps you believed me, just so you could let me spank you.”
Emma blushed. “That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it? I distinctly remember you learned a valuable lesson by the end. Even if it wasn’t the lesson I had intended. You even bared your own bottom for the last part.” Emma’s blush reached a whole new shade of red. “And even if you did not learn a lesson, you were definitely enjoying it, I haven’t often seen a girl as wet as you were.”
Emma blushed deeply, unable to deny the truth of what he was saying.
“Did you at least bring me some better grades this week? Or do you secretly wish for another spanking?” The councillor asked.
“I do not!” Emma gasped for breath. “Besides, we didn’t have any assignments for French this week. So I couldn’t bring you anything new.”
The councillor smiled. “Well, did you at least study harder, like I told you?”
Emma stared at him confused for a moment. “I didn’t have anything to study for, we didn’t get any assignments.”
Alex raised an eyebrow at her. “That doesn’t mean you have nothing to study for, young lady. This is exactly the way of thinking I’m trying to cure you off.”
He stood up from behind his desk, Emma was still standing near the doorway like she had just entered.
“Instead of being lazy when you come home from school, you should review and study the topics you saw earlier that day and prepare for the next lesson. I think you should join me on the sofa again, so I can make sure I get through to you.”
Emma blushed. “No way, I’m not letting you spank me again.”
Alex had made his way to the sofa and sat down. “Then why are you here? You could’ve send me an angry letter instead of coming over. That would have been a lot safer. No, I think I was right before, when I said you wanted me to spank you.”
Emma looked at the door behind her. She had said what she wanted to say, she should just leave now and never come back. So why was she hesitating? Was he right and did she actually want this? The arousal she could already feel building between her legs seemed to indicate so.
“If you leave now, you’ll never know what you really wanted.” The councillor said reading her mind. “But if you take your punishment now, you can still decide to never come back or make a weekly appointment.”
Emma blushed, she didn’t believe she wanted a weekly appointment to have her bottom tanned. But she made her way to the sofa anyway. “Only if you’re honest too. You’re not just doing this to help me. You could help me like you help other clients; but you know I don’t really need your help. You just enjoy spanking me.”
“Take off your pants.” Alex commanded.
Emma’s face flushed. Had she unconsciously chosen the more protective jeans over last week’s dress for this meeting? Lowering it for him made the whole situation another degree of embarrassing, but her choice was made and slowly she removed her pants.
“You’re right of course.” Alex said. “I loved spanking you and I’ll love doing it again every time you choose to come back for more. Maybe you don’t need my help, but you can surely use some of it anyway.”
A single thought occupied Emma’s mind when Alex admitted this. As she bent over his lap she promised herself: This time she wasn’t leaving before he fucked her.

A quick update

yes, daddy? panties

Hello everyone,

It’s been nearly a month since my last new story, so I wanted to give you guys a quick update on what’s going on in my life.

A little over a week ago, my wife gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Which means, as a daddy I’ve had my hands full with changing diapers, soothing tummy aches and helping mummy with everything I can. It also means I haven’t written a single story in all this time.

I’ll soon be going back to work and aim to start writing again as a sort of routine starts to return to our lives. You can expect new stories in the next few weeks; or I might write something now while she’s sleeping…

All the best

The dream

Naked woman in a forest

The following story will likely be the start of a new novel. I decided to share it, to see what people think of it before I commit the time to dive deeper into this idea.

Tall, dark trees surrounded Emily as she woke. Their bare branches seemed to be reaching down towards her, grasping, flailing. She did not know where she was. It was dark and the forest that surrounded her was unfamiliar; there seemed to be nothing but trees wherever she looked. The light by which she could see seemed to be coming from nowhere. Emily had vague memories of going to bed in her home in the city; but out here, her only bed was a soft mound of moss. It was strangely warm, in this empty, silent place. This unnatural silence and the strange darkness hiding behind the trees scared her. Emily was afraid to move from where she had been sleeping; but the longer she waited, the more vulnerable she felt. She was naked. She remembered taking off her clothes before going to bed; another vague memory that did not align with her current situation.
An eerie, deep voice suddenly broke the silence. “It is okay. You can come out now.” It said. Emily blushed and covered her naked body with her hands; but there was nowhere to hide from this strong, masculine voice. “Don’t be afraid, nothing can hurt you here.” It appealed. Emily turned around, facing the direction the voice seemed to come from. The trees seemed less menacing there; their branches lush and covered with leafs. She chose to follow the warm, welcoming voice rather than fleeing into the dark row of trees. The forest lost some of its warmth as Emily left the mound of moss and strode towards the greener part of the woods. “That’s it.” The voice said. “Come to me.” A silhouette appeared between the trees ahead of her.
Emily stopped. With one arm, she covered her breasts, the hand on the other her crotch. “Who are you?” She asked. “Where am I?”
“Don’t be ashamed.” The voice said. “I am here to help you.” The silhouette moved towards her through the trees. It was a man of indistinguishable age; broad at the shoulders and narrow at the hips. His hair was long and black as the night sky, his eyes nearly as dark. He was as naked as she was, his skin was dark and stretched taut across his muscles. A tuft of dark black hair grew above his member; it was as large as only the most well-endowed of men could boast. He stepped towards her, unashamed of his nudity.
“Please.” Emily said; still frantically trying to cover her own nudity. “What’s going on?”
The man reached her and placed his hands on her shoulders. “It’s okay.” He said. “I know this must be confusing for you; but you can trust me.” He looked down into her eyes. His hands were warm and welcoming.
Looking up at this man, his naked body so close to hers, Emily felt oddly comforted. She relaxed, her arms slipping down as she gave up her effort in hiding her body from sight. It felt hypocritical to hide her nudity while he flaunted his. “What’s your name?” She asked him.
The man let go of her arms. “My name can be whatever you want it to be.” He said. “I am here only for you. I came to guide you to the other side.”
“The other side of what?” Emily asked. The man moved away from her, expecting her to follow him. “Do you really not have a name? What shall I call you then?” She called after him.
“Call me whatever you like.” The man said as he looked over his shoulder. “I am here to serve you after all.”
The man moved silently through the forest. Emily followed him hesitantly. He was the only thing she knew was real, she had felt his warm hands on her shoulders. The rest: the trees, the ground, the dark sky; it all seemed far away, somehow disconnected from the two of them and their short journey. She did not give him a name, not until she knew what he was.
The darkness changed. Light was shining somewhere up ahead. There were voices too, people moving between the trees, for now still too far for them to see her. Emily slowed, afraid of these strangers. The man she followed had led her to a dark, deep river. “They can’t see you.” The man said. “They don’t know where you are.” Emily approached the river. The others turned to watch her, but they did not come closer. She wondered if they were naked like her, but she could not see them clearly in the darkness. “You must swim across.” The man told her. “It’s the only way you can reach the other side.”
Emily reached out to touch the water. It was cold, very cold. “The other side of what?” She asked.
“The other side of everything.” The man said.
Emily was sweating. “Am I dead?” She asked the man. “Is this the way to the other side of life? What happens if I don’t cross this river?”
“You will remain her forever.” The man said. “Trapped in the darkness, wandering the forest between past and future. You need to cross the river and let its water clean the sins of your past.”
Emily bit her lip. The man only answered half her questions, but she could guess the answer to the others. If she really was dead, she could not remember how it had happened. She felt a tang of regret for the things that could have been, the plans that would forever be unfulfilled, the people she’d miss. But if she were to believe this man, there was no turning back; only eternal torment in the dark. “Are you an angel?” She asked the man.
“I will protect you.” He answered. “I will guard you with my life so you may reach the other side.
Emily decided what this man’s name was: ‘Angel’. For that is what she believed he must be, her guardian-angel. She only wished he could be more straight-forward in his answers. “Very well.” She said. “I trust you.” She stepped out into the river.
The water was cold; Emily was submerged in seconds. There seemed to be no current and she swam easily to the other side. The light came closer the further she swam. It was a large glowing sphere, floating in the air just beyond the bank. Angel was standing below it, reaching out his hand. Emily took it and he pulled her out of the river. He guided her towards the light; but it did not warm her. Water kept streaming down her body, blocking the heat from touching her skin.
“It’s not enough.” Angel said. “You need to atone for your sins before being welcomed by the light.”
Emily nodded. She understood. She had not been perfect in life, no-one was. If there was a final judgement when your life was over, it could not be washed away by the cold water of even the clearest river.
“Will you accept your penance before being granted the mercy of the light?” Angel asked.
“Yes.” Emily said. “I will accept what is my due.”
“Raise your hands towards the light.” Angel said before he walked away from her.
Emily raised her hands; water was still streaming down her arms, seemingly coming out of nowhere. There were still people around and she blushed that these strangers would be witnesses of her final judgement. There is no shame, she told herself, in submitting to the light and confessing your sins.
When Angel returned, he carried a switch, carved from the trees in the forest. Emily’s breath caught at the sight of the sharp, wicked implement. She had not believed her punishment could have been physical, not in this after-life, a world beyond the physical realm. With her hands raised towards the light, her naked body was vulnerable and exposed as Angel switched her across her backside. She bit back a yelp of surprise. “Do not stray from the light.” Angel said. “You must accept this punishment and reach for the light.”
Emily strained to keep her hands up in the air, almost able to grasp the light. As she did, Angel switched her behind, again and again. The sting in her bottom grew sharply as the switch left long red stripes across her pale buttocks. The pain felt wrong, like part of the world she had left behind, how could pain like this be part of the beautiful light she was trying to find? Tears ran down her cheeks as the pain became almost unbearable; but still the cold water streamed down her skin, enhancing the sting of her burning, red bottom. It was more than she could take. She knew she was not without sin, but this seemed too much, too unfair. She turned away from the light, tried to move her hands to protect her tortured backside. She could not, she could not move her hands from where they were enveloped by the light. “What’s going on?” She shrieked. “What are you doing?”
“I am only helping you.” Angel said as he relentlessly switched her bottom. “Years of sin cannot be erased in just a few moments of pain.”
“No!” Emily screamed. “No, this can’t be real! You can’t be an angel.”
“I never said I was.” Angel said. He hit her again, the sharp switch biting deeply into her bottom.
Emily noticed a tree on the bank of the river, one she hadn’t noticed before. Its branches reached towards the light. From one of them a length of rope extended downwards towards her hands, tied tightly around her wrists. “No!” She cried. “Why are you doing this to me?” The man – he was no angel – did not answer. He never touched her, only used the switch to make her beg and plead. “This can’t be real.” Emily said in-between sobbing cries. “You can’t be real.”
“I am real.” The man said. “As real as the light, the trees and the river.”
Emily looked behind her. The river, how could that be real; with the water still streaming down her body long after she had climbed out of it. There was no river, the water fell from the sky, like rain, continuously soaking her skin with its wet cold. The tree, was it real or not? Emily looked up at its branches, biting back the pain of the switch, fighting to see what was really there. Its bark was smooth and it had only one branch, the one to which she was tied. The branch reached out for the light, cupping it, carrying it. It was a lantern, the light nothing more than a streetlamp beside the road outside her home. None of it was real. The cold rain streamed down her naked body and the pain in her bottom abated as the merciless whipping of the switch stopped. Emily looked around her, but the man was nowhere to be seen.
It had not all been a dream. The red welts on her bottom were painfully real. Her skin was cold and sensitive as she stood naked in the rain. The rope was real as well, it tied her hands to the lantern, mere feet from her front door. The door was open, she must have wandered through it in a trance, woken from her bed by the man who had done this to her. The street was empty, devoid of strangers. She wondered if anyone had seen what had happened, if the people in her dream had been real or not. Emily struggled in her restraints. She feared that if she did not escape, daylight would come soon. How long until people would come out in the rain and find her like this? Naked and tied to a pole, her bottom covered in red marks from the switch. She blushed furiously, the shame she had forgotten in the forest, returning in full effect.
“How did you escape?”
Emily screamed, afraid that the man had returned.
“Please, I will not hurt you.” A man said as he approached her, a different man. He was fully dressed; the rain ran down his long, wet coat. He looked real, like part of this world.
Emily struggled in her bonds as he came closer, ashamed of her nudity, unable to hide herself. “No, please.” She said.
“You don’t know how lucky you were.” The man said. “I’ve never seen anyone…” Emily turned her back to him as he came closer. “Never mind.” The man said, his warm breath right by her neck as he reached for the rope. “This is not the time.” There was a sudden tug and suddenly her hands were freed. Blood rushed back through her wrists, her numb hands burning with returned sensations. “I will find you again.” The man said. “We’ll talk when you’re ready.”
Emily turned around again, her hands instinctively covering her body even though the man had already seen all there was to see. He was gone. She stood shivering, alone in the cold, dark rain. It took her a moment to realise she was free. With a squeal, she turned and ran to her front door; she slammed it shut behind her.
There was no sign in her home of a forced entrance. The short walk from the front door to her bedroom showed no signs of her passing. The blankets on her bed were thrown aside from where she had lain, but there was no sign of a struggle. It all seemed like she had walked out into the cold on her own. The only remaining signs of what had happened were the marks of rope on her wrists and the long, red welts on her bottom. Afraid to fall asleep again, Emily locked all the doors and then turned on all the lights in her house. When all was done, she locked herself in the bathroom and waited for the sun to rise.

Dark fantasies

chased in a dark alley

It was a cold and dark night; clouds obscured the moon and stars, leaving the streets in total darkness. Emily was on her way home from visiting her friend. She was late. It was a work night, which meant she would have to get up early the next day. The rules stated that she must be home before eleven on such a night. It was now ten forty-five. If she had taken her normal route home, she would not be able to make it in time. There was a different way however; a series of short-cuts through dark alley-ways through the backstreets of the neighbourhood. Unlike the brightly-lit city-streets of her normal route, there were no lights in these alleys. Emily walked in nearly complete darkness; unable to see the ground beneath her feet. She wasn’t worried about tripping however, the ground was relatively even. Instead, she was worried about who else could be out in the streets, hidden from her in the darkness. Some of these alleys had an unsavoury reputation. Using this route was breaking another rule; her boyfriend Mike worried for her safety when she was out alone at night. This transgression she could conceal however, unlike being late. Her heart rate – which was already increased from imagined dangers in the darkness – shot up as she imagined what he’d do if he found out.
Emily’s footsteps echoed eerily in the narrow streets. Her worry that Mike would spank her – after finding out she’d disobeyed his rules – was replaced by a new one as she imagined those echoes were the footsteps of someone following her. She looked over her shoulder when she turned the corner into a slightly wider street; but it was too dark to see more than the faint silhouettes of the buildings that surrounded her. When she stopped, and listened to hear whether she could hear anyone behind her, there was only silence. She laughed at her own fear, thinking her imagination was running away with her. In the next narrow alley, she stopped again, but this time the echoing footsteps did not halt as she did. Emily looked around but could not see anyone near. She continued walking, her own steps now echoing those of the stranger. ‘Just because someone is out there, doesn’t mean they’re following you.’ She told herself. The sound came closer and closer and Emily’s fear got the upper hand over her rational thought. She increased her pace, walking faster; but the stranger’s steps increased as well. Coming ever closer. ‘I should run.’ Emily thought. But just then a man embraced her from behind, Emily screamed.
“Be quiet.” A low voice whispered. “If you scream I will have to hurt you.”
Emily froze, too afraid to move or reply.
“That’s better.” The low voice said. “You don’t need to be afraid, I just want to have some fun.” He pulled her coat so roughly that she heard it rip before the buttons popped free. Still Emily was too scared to scream. The stranger’s hands reached for her breasts, squeezing them roughly, pulling and kneading them through the thin fabric of her shirt. “Let’s go somewhere more private.” The man said. He dragged her to the side of the road. There was an opening there, a dark area too small to be an alley, just a narrow corridor between two buildings. Emily started struggling then, but the man was too strong for her. Still, she did not scream. He pushed her against the wall face-first. His hand reached down as he pressed himself against her back. His warm breath was right by her ear as he pulled up her skirt. “This will soon be over.” He whispered.
Adrenaline rushed through Emily’s body and with it came an idea, the split moment decision that saved her. She kicked backwards and up, bending her leg at the knee for a quick upward thrust. The heavy heel of her shoe hit her intended target, the man’s crotch, just below the erection she’d felt him push against her bottom. The man screamed and let go instantly. Emily ran.

She ran as fast as she could. Soon the man would be behind her she knew. She wouldn’t be able to outrun him, not in the dark, not on these heels. She could already hear his footsteps. He was so fast, already closing in on her. She knew, this time he would hurt her. But then there was a light; not street-lights, but the moving beams of a car’s headlights. Emily ran towards it, the footsteps behind her receded, the man had given up the chase now that potential witnesses were nearby.
The tears running down her face and her ripped coat told an unmistakable story. As the strange car got closer, Emily hid her face and ran past it. She did not want the driver to see her, to ask her questions of what had happened. She kept running until she reached her own street, brightly lit with street-lights. Finally safe, she ran home and locked the door behind her. She did not stop to take off her coat or shoes, but found her boyfriend waiting for her. For a moment, she wondered whether it was past eleven already. It did not matter, she hugged him fiercely, just holding him without an explanation.
Mike guided her to the sofa. He sat down and let her sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Only now did she truly feel safe. “What happened?” He asked as some time had passed.
Between whispers and sobs Emily told him how she’d taken the short route because she was late; about the man that had attacked her and how she’d escaped.
“We should call the police.” Mike said.
“No.” Emily replied. “That guy is long gone. What can they do? I didn’t even see his face in the dark.”
Mike did not know what else to say. He just held her close. Slowly Emily’s breathing returned to normal. ‘I’m safe.’ She told herself. ‘I escaped. Nothing happened.’ Warm and comforted she rested on her boyfriend’s lap. As the anxiety left her, it was replaced with anger. Not at the man who had attacked her, but at herself. She’d known it was unsafe to use the short route through the dark alleys. It was against the rules for just that reason. And she’d done it anyway. “It’s my fault.” She said.
“No.” Mike said fiercely. “It’s never your own fault for being attacked like that.”
“I shouldn’t have gone through the alleys in the dark.” Emily said. “You said so yourself, it’s even in the rules.”
“Just because a woman is alone in the dark, doesn’t make it justified for a man to attack her.” Mike said.
Emily blushed. “So you aren’t angry that I disobeyed the rules?” She asked.
“I am.” Mike said. “But right now I’m more angry at the person who attacked you and just worried about you.”
Mike was right, Emily knew. She should not blame herself for being attacked. But that did not mean she did not feel guilty for endangering herself by breaking the rules. “I’m fine.” She said. “No need to worry.” She felt comforted that Mike did not blame her, but at the same time she wished he did. She felt as if she deserved his anger. She had broken the rules after all. “Forgot about that guy.” She continued. “He’s gone now. You should be thinking about me and how naughty I’ve been.” She blushed as she said it. Those words sounded silly compared to the gravity of what had just happened to her. But she wanted Mike to punish her. She knew it would feel right. It had felt right the first time he’d done it and every time since. Mike often spanked her, mostly for fun or pleasure, but once in a while as an actual punishment. None of her boyfriends before him had ever done this to her. When Mike proposed it that first time, she’d thought he was crazy. After those first few experiences she had started to believe this was what had been missing in her previous relationships. She loved submitting to Mike. She’d feel lost without his rules; they defined his expectations of her. The punishments were a way to deal with her guilt that she’d never had before and offered a clean start whenever she needed it. It was what she needed right now. Across his lap she knew she’d be able to forget this horrible evening.

Emily could feel Mike’s hesitation. She knew he wanted to do as she asked. While they were punishments for her; for Mike they were pleasure. He enjoyed disciplining her. At first this had scared her; she didn’t understand how he could derive pleasure from such an act. She still did not understand, but she had accepted it as a part of who he was. It added another layer to her punishment, her sexual submission an embarrassing component beside the pain of a spanking. “It will help me take my mind of things.” She explained
Convinced by her argument, Mike let go of her. The loss of his embrace was difficult, but Emily knew she’d have to go through with this. “Very well.” He said. “I want you to stand up and go stand in the corner. Take some time to think about why you were late today.”
Emily got up promptly and moved to the left-most corner of the room. In her mind, she called it the punishment-corner. It was where she always stood before or after a spanking. There was no specific reason why she chose this corner, it was just the one she’d picked the first time and then ever since. She placed her hands on her head, obeying Mike’s orders perfectly. She wanted him to see she had no doubts about wanting to be disciplined. He told her to think about why she was late. She realized then that was what had gotten her in trouble in the first place. If she hadn’t been late, she wouldn’t have taken the short route and none of this would’ve happened. It was just typical that Mike had reasoned that out before her. She had spent too much time with her friend, not bothering to check the time. It was a responsibility she’d ignored. It was only right that she’d have to pay for it.
She heard Mike get up from the sofa and move behind her. She felt his warm hands on her shoulders as he pushed down her arms grabbed her coat; she hadn’t taken it off yet. “Do you think you can fix this?” He asked as he pulled it off. There was a long tear along the shoulder and a few buttons were missing.
“I think so.” Emily said, she placed her hands aback on her head. Mike left the room, hanging her coat on a hanger in the hallway while she waited for his return.
When Mike returned, he reached around, placing his hands on her breasts. He was soft and gentle, a sharp contrast with the rough hands that had assaulted her before. The memory made her blush. Mike’s sensual touch turned her on. It made her realize there might be another reason why she deserved this spanking. A small part of her, a part she tried to deny, was turned on by the memory of the short assault. She didn’t want to admit it, but the thought did not go away. It felt so wrong, if she was going to be spanked, then it was as much for that feeling as it was for being late or taking the forbidden short route. “Was he rough with you?” Mike asked
Emily moaned softly, unable to hide her excitement at his touch. “Yes.” She whispered. Mike pulled up her shirt, moving it over her head and past her arms. When he reached down and undid the zipper of her skirt, Emily was reminded of how that other man had tried to pull it up. A wave of excitement rippled through her skin as it dropped to the floor. There was no denying it was as much from excitement of having Mike undress her and remembering the rough treatment by the stranger in the alley. She did not understand herself, surely she did not have such dark fantasies as what had nearly happened to her. She knew she had not felt a drip of excitement when those things were happening. It was only now, in the safety of Mike’s presence that those memories got skewed. Soon she’d be across his lap and those vile thoughts would be banished from her mind.
Her bra followed her shirt’s trajectory to the floor. Her breasts were sensitive from their earlier rough treatment when Mike caressed them gently. Lastly, Mike pulled down her panties and let them drop inside her skirt, puddled around her feet. Fully naked, she felt as vulnerable as she had been outside in the dark, alone and with no-one to help her. This time however the only danger was Mike, and his hand which was now caressing her bare bottom. He smacked her softly, the first of many.
Mike did not start spanking her immediately however. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her naked body. He pushed his crotch against her bottom. Emily could already feel his growing excitement. His hands slid down her belly after playing with her breasts, down to her lips. He touched them softly, slipping a finger inside of her. “What are you doing?” She moaned.
His finger softly massaged her clit. “What does it look like I’m doing?” He asked.
Emily bit her lip. This felt so wrong; Mike’s sensual play after what had nearly happened to her; her own excitement not only from his dominance, but from the remembered danger as well. She did not want to feel like this, not after what had happened. “But I’ve been bad, I should be punished.” She whispered.
“Soon.” Mike said, increasing the pressure on her clit. “Right now I’m proud of you for realizing how naughty you’ve been. I’m rewarding you for asking for this punishment yourself.”
Emily moaned deeply. She stood up straight with her hands on her head – not allowed to interfere with Mike’s touch – but her body shivered in excitement. She tried not to think of the man who had attacked her in the street, only to focus on Mike. But she could not stop her mind fantasizing about what had happened and what could have happened. Her body slumped down in his arms, her knees too weak to carry her. Mike held her up right as she trembled and moaned in her orgasm.
“Stand up straight.” Mike said.
Emily straightened her legs, her body still gently shaking.
Mike softly smacked her bottom “I’ve told you a dozen times.” He said. “You know how much I worry when you’re not home on time.” He smacked her bottom firmly, but not very hard. This was just a scolding; the actual spanking would take place across his knee.
After seven or eight smacks, it wasn’t her bottom, but her face that was blushing scarlet. Her previous arousal made place for guilt for making her boyfriend feel this way. “I’m sorry.” Emily said. “I won’t do it again.”
“I know you won’t.” Mike said. “He took her by the arm and guided her to the sofa. Emily followed him willingly, placing herself across his lap for this well-deserved punishment. “Lift your legs.” Mike said. “I don’t want you to wear these shoes when you start kicking.”
Emily blushed as Mike undid the laces and pulled off her shoes. Mike probably hadn’t meant it that way, but his mention of kicking had reminded her of how she had escaped her assaulter in the street. With her shoes off she was completely naked and vulnerable, unable to protect herself in any way.
Mike smacked her bottom firmly and Emily moaned softly. These smacks weren’t the soft strokes for a scolding, but hard quick swats. Her bottom bounced under Mike’s strong hand, the sting quickly building. Emily didn’t respond much beside the occasional squeak or moan. She’d need to save her breath for what was to come.
Slowly Emily’s bottom coloured bright pink as Mike spanked her relentlessly. He did not offer her any breaks and the pain quickly built up. Emily found herself moaning and squealing at each smack, struggling softly in Mike’s firm grip. This wasn’t some fun pleasure spanking; it was punishment and it supposed to hurt. Despite her struggles and her protesting body, the pain felt right. She deserved this and did not complain when Mike increased the pace and strength even more. Her hips buckled underneath the onslaught, her legs kicked and her breath grew ragged. She cried out when the pain became unbearable, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her bottom was bright red when Mike finally stopped.
Softly Mike stroked her bottom as Emily slowly came to her senses. The pain was fierce, a glowing hot presence on her behind, ranging from her lower back down to the back of her thighs and the soft, sensitive area between her legs.
“Are you going to try harder to be home on time in the future?” Mike asked.
“Yes.” Emily said. She meant it, not because the spanking had been that bad, but because she did not want Mike to worry about her more. In fact, she didn’t really want the spanking to be over so soon, she felt like she deserved a lot more than she had gotten thus far. How long she got spanked and how hard was Mike’s decision however.

She hadn’t needed to worry; Mike wasn’t done with her yet. “Get up.” He said. “Go get the hairbrush from the bathroom.”
Emily got up, softly rubbing her bottom as she left the room. Only a moment ago she’d thought she deserved more, but now she feared of what was to come. The hairbrush was wicked. She moved slowly, giving her bottom time to recuperate before Mike took her across his lap again.
Mike waited for her downstairs. He looked her up and down as she handed him the hairbrush; drinking in her nudity. It made her blush and remember her embarrassment. Obediently she let him take her across his lap again. “This one is for taking the short route home after dark.” Mike said, placing the cool hairbrush on her hot skin. “You know it’s not safe.”
Emily blushed. She did know, if anything this night had proven how right Mike had been to set that rule and how wrong she’d been for breaking it. Still, Mike apparently felt that what had happened was not punishment enough, so he raised the hairbrush and smacked her bottom hard.
The hairbrush hurt a lot. Emily moaned and squealed as her boyfriend peppered her bottom, changing the bright pink colour into a flushed red. Now that her punishment focussed on the rule about the dangerous route, she could not help but be reminded of what had happened and what could have happened. She kicked and screamed, fighting Mike like she’d fought that man that had attacked her. He did not let her escape however; he did not let her get away with her misbehaviour. Still, she told herself, no matter how much this hurt, it wasn’t as bad as what would could have happened. It was a fair trade and it was only right that she be punished for her irresponsible acts. The spanking reminded her of the assault in more ways than one. While she often felt excited when the spanking was over, remembering her own vulnerability, the pain and Mike’s control over her; she felt none of that now. Just pain, embarrassment and guilt. Just like the assault had not turned her on, only the memory of it. This time she did not ban the thought as soon as it came; instead she reminded herself that this feeling was as much reason for this punishment as the rule she’d broken.
The spanking went on for long minutes. Most of the time Emily was not able to think or categorize her feelings like she had at the start. All she could do was kick and moan as tears ran down her cheeks and her bottom glowed bright red in pain. Feelings and thoughts ran through each other until she no longer knew what she was feeling or thinking. When Mike finally stopped, it took her a long time to get them all in their proper place again.
“I hope you will never again use those short-cuts at night.” Mike said.
“I promise.” Emily whispered, her throat too hoarse to respond clearly.
Mike massaged her bottom softly, it was a flaming mass of pain and she could no longer feel where the red swollen skin started or ended. It felt so right, lying across his lap after her spanking, Emily thought. This was the only way things should have ended after her misguided decision of taking the short route home. The only proper way things could have ended. Still, one tiny detail nagged at her. She hadn’t told Mike about the feeling of wrongness, of her unwanted excitement when she thought back on the assault. It was a confession too embarrassing to share. But something told her the punishment didn’t really count until she had told him.
Emily argued with herself whether to tell him or not. But Mike’s hand on her bottom, slowly rubbing away the most intense part of the pain lulled her into indecisiveness. She wanted to just lay down and let him take care of all her worries.
He did not give her a lot of time. “Get up.” Mike said, his voice still full of authority. “Go to our room and wait for me there.”
Emily got up, wincing as the muscles in her bottom worked to stand. She blushed as she made her way to their room. Already the arousal was returning to her body. A small dose of excitement after the intimacy of a spanking, the sexuality of the act of submission and naughtiness of the kinky situation. Their bedroom had a punishment corner of its own and Emily took place in it with her hands on her head, now fully naked and her exposed bottom bright red. Her excitement built slowly as Mike made her wait. Her punishments were never purely about the pain of a spanking. Mike’s enjoyment of disciplining her always culminated in his sexual claim on her body. It was embarrassing for her to let him indulge his lust after disciplining her. But the embarrassment was an exciting factor in itself. She’d grown accustomed that her physical submission to Mike was exploited in more ways than one. She had started to like it herself in a way.
“Get on the bed.” Mike said as he entered the room. Emily sat down obediently, wincing softly as her sore bottom hit the mattress. “On your belly, facing the wall.” Mike said.
Emily stretched herself on the bed. She moaned softly as Mike climbed on top of her, unable to contain herself. Mike straddled her legs and grabbed her red, sore buttocks in both hands. Emily grunted at the sudden pain. Mike massage her roughly, spreading her cheeks as he did, his thumbs right at her pussy. Emily was dripping wet, ready for him to take her.
“So if nothing had happened, you would have arrived on time and forget to mention you had taken the short route, right?” Mike said, suddenly smacking her bottom firmly.”
Emily squealed. “Ouch! Yes.” She admitted. “I didn’t want you to know I was late.”
Mike smacked her sore bottom again. “So we need to add lying to your list of misdeeds.” He said.
Emily blushed. She hadn’t lied, only planned to. But if she hadn’t tried to deceive Mike, she wouldn’t have gotten herself in danger either. “I guess so.” She said.
“Stay down.” Mike said as he got off her. “You’re getting ten lashes with the belt for trying to cover up being late.”
Emily bit her lip, then grabbed her pillow, she’d need something to bite in. She could already her Mike undoing his belt. “Wait.” She said.
Mike folded the belt with a snap. “What?” He asked.
Emily blushed, though Mike couldn’t see that. She’d have to tell him now; it was too late to back out. “Can I have a few more?” She asked.
“Why do you want more?” Mike asked her curiously.
“I…” Emily gathered her courage. “When you were touching me and when I was in the corner just now, I got turned on. Not just from you or the spanking, but from imagining what could have happened to me if I had not escaped.” She blushed deeply. “It feels so wrong, but I can’t help it. You should punish me for having such misguided, dirty thoughts.”
She could feel Mike sitting down on the bed next to her, He placed his hand on her behind. “Were you turned on when he attacked you?”
“No, of course not.” Emily said.
“Of course not.” Mike repeated. “Because what happened, what almost happened is not something anyone wants to happen. But the feeling of vulnerability, the loss of control, the embarrassment and adrenaline; those are all things that can be very arousing. Some fantasies are just fantasies; they’re not meant to be real. But that doesn’t mean it’s wrong to think about them. Some things can only be enjoyed in your mind, because in reality they’re nothing like in your dreams.” He paused for a moment, softly rubbing her sore behind. “Only ten strokes.” He said.
Emily breathed slowly as Mike got up from the bed. She didn’t care about the belting she was about to get. She felt a lot better. Just like that, Mike had set her at ease. It was one of the greatest benefits of submitting to him. She could accept his judgement on right or wrong. She might still have her doubts, but just because he thought it was okay to fantasise about these things, made it a lot easier for her to accept it herself as well.
When the belt hit her tender behind, Emily bit the pillow, muffling her squeal. Okay, she had lied. She did care about the belt. Four more times the belt whisked through the air and landed across her bottom, making her squeal, her saliva drenching her pillow. ‘Why did I ever think it was a good idea to try and lie to him?’ She thought while Mike walked around the bed. It was too late for regrets now though, as five more times the belt swung through the air and painted a bright red stripe across her bottom.
Emily turned the pillow over, finding a dry surface for her face as Mike again took position behind her, straddling her legs. He was gentle this time, softly rubbing her behind; it felt like fire. “Have you learned your lesson, young lady?” He asked.
“Yes.” Emily whimpered.
Mike suddenly plunged two fingers inside of her and Emily gasped. She was still wet. She did not know when he had taken off his trousers, but she could feel him place his rock-hard erection at her entrance. She had just been punished like a naughty girl and now she was going to be fucked; her vulnerable, naked body was at her boyfriend’s disposal. To do with as he pleased. Mike pushed inside of her. Emily moaned deeply; the pain, the embarrassment, Mike’s hands on her sore bottom, none of it mattered; she could not deny her arousal at her boyfriend’s claim on her body.
Someone else had tried to claim it that night, but had not succeeded. Again, Emily’s mind wandered to the idea of what would had happened if he had. What if it wasn’t Mike behind her right now, pumping slowly, his erection pulsing, moving up and down inside of her. She blushed. “Can we turn over, please?” She asked. “I want to see that it’s really you.”
Mike pulled out. “Turn around.” He said. Emily turned over and looked up at the man who so thoroughly owned her. He spread her legs and knelt between them His erection was big and wet with her juices. When Mike lifted her by the hips it slid inside of her easily. “I thought I told you it was okay to fantasise about that.” He said. Emily blushed. “Put your hands beneath your pillow.” Mike said. “You’re not allowed to use them. Emily placed her hands below her head. Tied down, not by rope or force, but by his words. Mike grabbed her breasts with his hands, playing with them roughly. He did not fuck her, he just sat on his knees with his erection deep inside of her. When he had enough of her breasts, he pulled off his shirt and folded it. He placed it across her eyes, blindfolding her effectively as her hands were not free to remove it. “You said he was rough, didn’t you?” He whispered. His hands grabbed her breasts again. His fingers dug into her skin as he started fucking her.
Emily moaned deeply. Mike not only found it okay for her to have these fantasies. He was now encouraging her to think about them as he fucked her. She knew what he was doing. He wanted her to acknowledge her desires, to make peace with those dark fantasies. It was dark beneath his shirt, a dark alley in which she was blind for the danger surrounding her. Her hands she held firmly behind her head, held aside so she was unable to escape. She was naked and vulnerable, her coat ripped, the buttons spilled on the floor and her skirt raised by dirty hands. The mattress she lay on was not soft, against her sore, spanked bottom it hurt, it was rough like the cold stone wall in an empty street. There was a man between her legs, fucking her, he was rough and she couldn’t see him, it could be anyone, a stranger in an alley.
Emily screamed, her body convulsing and shuddering as the orgasm rippled through her body. Mike held her down firmly, His teeth at her breasts, biting the soft flesh as he too reached a climax, coming inside of her.