|
ANN'S
Spanking |
|
Ann sat on the corner of the bed waiting for Tom to enter the room and give the inevitable order to strip and lay across the bed for her spanking. She could hear the sound of the strap landing across her Jennifer's rear and the accompanying cries of pain and promises to be a good girl. As she sat listening she remembered one of the many spankings she had received from her father many years ago. She had been sixteen and, she figured, too old to be spanked anymore. Ann's father had just started allowing her to go out with some of the boys from school, on the stipulation that she be home no later than 10:30. She usually had no problem being in on time but never really worried about what might happen if she should be later than that, figuring that at most she would be grounded for a week or so, after all, it had been almost two years since her last spanking. Well, one night she was out with a boy she particularly liked and didn't pay attention to the time, and it was nearly midnight before she came home. As soon as she stepped in the house her father was waiting for her strap in hand. "Well young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?" he asked. "Didn't I tell you that you were to be in by 10:30 or you'd be punished?" She didn't know what to say, but she needed some kind of excuse. "Y-yes sir, b-but it's not even midnight yet, I didn't think . . . " "That's right, you certainly didn't," her father broke in, "and now you're going to be punished - you had no right worrying your mother and me like that." "I'm sorry, Dad, it won't happen again. I just lost track of the time." Her eyes were transfixed to the leather strap dangling in her father's hand. "You bet it won't happen again, young lady," he said, "after I get through with your backside you'll be sure to be in on time from here on." "B-b-backside?" she stammered. "You're not really going to strap me now are you. I'm too old for that." "Nonsense girl, obviously you aren't old enough to follow my orders, and if you're going to act like a 10-year-old you can figure on being treated like one, too - including having your bare bottom strapped. Now go to your room and take off your jeans and panties," he ordered. Oh, how humiliating, she thought, not only getting a strapping but a bare bottomed one at that, and at my age! She knew better than to argue though, and she could tell that her dad meant business. Now was not the time to try to bargain her way out of what she had coming. Slowly she walked to her room with her dad right behind, and once inside she fumbled nervously with the buttons on her jeans finally getting them undone. Slowly she slid them off, past her shapely hips and to the floor. "Panties, too," said her father, "and then lay down across the bed." "Please Dad, can't I leave them on? It'll hurt just as bad," she pleaded, thinking how embarrassing it would be for her to have to expose her maturing body to her father. "You heard me girl, either you take them off or I will!" he exclaimed. She certainly didn't want that so she complied, removing her panties and draping her body across the bed. "Legs apart," he ordered, and she did as she was told. SMACK!!! The strap landed without warning, bringing a yelp from Ann's throat. "OWWW!" SMACK! WHAP! SMACK! SMACK! The strap landed again and again on the unprotected cheeks of her ass until she lost count. The strapping seemed to go on forever to her, though in reality it only lasted five minutes or so. It seemed an eternity to her stinging, burning bottom. WHAP! SLAP! WHAP! The strap continued to land, each stroke causing the fire in her bum to burn ever hotter; by the 15th stroke she was blubbering like a baby, chanting the same song all naughty girls do at these times: "PLEASE DADDY, I-I'M SORRY, I'LL BE A G-GOOD GIRL I PROMISE! PLEASE NO MORE!" The sounds of that long ago whipping were still ringing in her ears when Tom walked into the room with his belt still in hand. "Well, do you have anything to say for yourself before we start?" he asked. The sound of his voice snapped her back to the present. She had begun to get turned on thinking about her fathers belting, so much so that she had almost forgotten that she was about to receive another now that would surely be at least as severe as that one for charging she and Tom's credit card to the limit without telling him. She could only shake her head and murmur a soft "No, but I'm sorry, Tom. It won't happen again . . . " "I know it won't, Ann," he said, "because after I'm done with your bottom, you'll think twice before charging our card up like that again. And I've decided to use the razor strop on you to make sure of that. Now take off your panties and bend over the corner of the bed. Keep one leg on each side of the corner, with your legs well apart." "Oh no, Tom - not the strop! Please!" The strop had been Tom's grandfathers, and he'd never used it on her before. It was thick and heavy and Tom had made sure to always keep the leather well- oiled to keep it from cracking. He had threatened to use it on her before but never had. Ann knew that this time she was being punished for real. "Please, just use your belt," she pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears as Tom was already getting it out of their closet. "Don't try to get out of it, Ann. You know you deserve it and there's nothing you can say to change my mind. Now bend over and take down those panties," he commanded. With tears welling up in her eyes she did as she was told. Hooking a thumb in each side of her panties Ann slid them down around her ankles and straddled the corner of the bed, laying her stomach on the mattress with one leg on each side of the corner. She knew that this would be a spanking she would never forget. Placing a hand on top of each of her thighs, Tom pulled her back until her bottom was hanging over the corner of the bed with her pubes sitting right at the edge. "Are you ready for your punishment, Ann?" he asked. "Y-Yes," she whimpered. "I'm sorry-" WHOOOOSH - CRAAACK! The strop landed without warning. "OOOOOOOOHHHH!" Ann cried, "PLEASE NO!" Again it whistled through the air - SMAAACK! - landing right across her tender ass. "OHOHOHOH! PLEASE TOM, IT HURTS!" Taking no notice Tom raised the razor strop again, bringing it firmly down across both cheeks of Ann's naked posterior. WHAACK! CRAACK! SMAACK!
Ann was sobbing lustily from the third stroke on, and she had never experienced a burning like this in her
bottom before. "PLEASE! NO MORE, TOM, I'M SORRY!!! OOOOHHHH!" WHOOOSH - CRAAACK!!! "OOOOWWWW! P-PLEASE!!!" was all Ann could say, her asscheeks clenching and unclenching frantically as she tried to reduce the heat that quickly built in her bottom but to no avail. Through all of her crying and pleading, Tom continued undaunted.
WHISSHHH - SMAACK! WHAAPP!!! The heavy leather strop continued to find it's
mark, leaving an angry red stripe and a weal on each side of the belt "OHHHHHH, PLEASE, I'LL BE GOOD!!" she cried. "NO MORE, TOM, PLEASE! AAAHHHHH!!!" But the strapping continued on for a full five minutes, with Ann screaming and blubbering helplessly the whole time. By the time Tom laid the strop down Ann's ass was a mound of red stripes, some already turning a light blue with white weals on either side of where the strop had landed. As he looked at the form of his now sobbing wife, still bent over with her legs spread and ass hanging over the edge of the bed, he pulled out his now hard and reddened cock and slid it to the hilt into Ann's dripping cunt. Tom couldn't remember the last time her pussy felt so hot or wet. As Ann lay still bent over the bed, her face pressed to the bedcovers as she sobbed like a little child, she suddenly felt Tom thrust into her from behind. She groaned loudly, but it wasn't until she tried to lift her aching bottom to meet his second thrust that she was aware just how hot she felt inside. Where had this feeling come from so suddenly - it was incredible! When she realized that it was the actual punishment itself that made her so hot - the loud, echoing crack of the leather kissing her bare cheeks, the intense, almost unbearable sting of the strop as it stroked her naked bottom again and again and again, marking her, making her scream what a good, little girl she'll be from now on - the thought, so taboo, so deviant, crashed against her like a mighty wave and she came almost at once - and she was still crying! The orgasm, so intense - better than anything she had ever felt before - washed over her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head it felt like. And as Tom continued to fuck her from behind she came three more times, until he groaned loudly and released what felt like a quart of come into her dripping hole, some of it spilling out around his engorged cock. Both of them spent they laid down together and Tom kissed the remaining tears from Ann's face, telling her all was forgiven, They both agreed, however, that this was one of the most intense lovemaking sessions that either one had ever experienced. As they rested Ann slid down and licked Tom's tool clean, bringing it slowly back to life. They made love twice more that night and both of them agreed that the strop would be used again for any more major infractions. Secretly, Ann hoped it wouldn't be all that long before he had to use it on her again.
THE END Back To General Story Archive To Story Archive Main Page Click 'Stories' Link Below |