Note to self: “next time you think it’s funny to ask a tattooed, motormouthed girl with a bad hair day whether she knows how to use a hairbrush, please think again, cause she might show you.”
Trying to push yourself up from the chair, moving your feet as if you’re trying to run away from your punishment. Except, there’s nowhere to run, he’s forcing you to stay on his lap and take your spanking like a big girl.
When he got home from his trip she immediately noticed the big bag he was carrying. After they hugged and kissed he grabbed her by her arm firmly, marched her to her special place in the corner and places the bag beside her. Now she knows her bottom is in for a very special treatment.
When your buns are over the initial shock of being slapped by your lovers hand and warmed up properly, a nice tingly feeling starts to spread all over your body. Then a spanking is a great experience for both parties.
When I got back to the summerhouse I noticed she was having her buns tanned again, but not by my hand this time. We’re gonna have to talk about that later, right now I’m enjoying the view way too much to do anything about it.
When he threatened to tan my buns I wasn’t that worried. I thought his small, soft hands were made for sweet caresses, gentle massages and careful fingering that makes me come, not for hard spankings. Boy was I wrong!
Tonight I feel like a different kind of threesome. I want those pretty panties taken down to your knees, then I want to spank the both of you and feel your beautiful buns bounce under my hand. You’re gonna take turns over my knee while holding each other’s hands, and looking into each other’s eyes. Won’t that be a turn on? Now, who wants to go first?
She really thought she’d make it this time, but she still came short two points. She knew this wouldn’t make much of a difference to him, not enough points means failure and she knew the consequences of failure all to well. So now she’s screaming in pain and frustration as her buns are thoroughly blistered with a think bath brush.
“That’s quite an interesting position your in dear, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Just watering the plants. Don’t worry no one can see I’m not wearing shorts.”
“Let me help you a bit.”
“Hey! Why are you closing the window. Now I’m stuck.”
“That’s exactly the point my dear. I’m gonna smack that beautiful bottom of yours until it’s a bright shade of red. Then I’ll let you go again. And remember that the neighbors are outside drinking coffee, so you better keep quiet.”
I see you’ve already met Justine. She’s visiting us for the very first time, so I trust you’ll take good care of her. First you can help her take off her dress, then you may bent her over the dresser and spank her on her bare cheeks until she cries. I trust your hand will do the trick for now, but if you have to you can also use one of the implements you’ll find in the dressers drawer. After you’re done spanking her you can prepare her for the rest of the evening. I believe you know what’s gonna happen. Maybe, if you’re a good girl, you’ll get to watch.
The hardest part of being spanked is not having my bottom bared, it’s not even the pain. It’s having to take that long hard look in the mirror afterwards, still being unable to answer the one important question: “if you know he’s gonna spank your bare butt when you misbehave, then why do you keep misbehaving?”
Now honey don’t be shy, you know I’ve seen your bare buttocks before, in fact I just spanked them. So please keep your knickers down and your skirt up like I told you to, unless you want to get back over my knee.
The best position for a good spanking as far as I’m concerned. His right leg slightly raised, so that my buttocks are well displayed as a target for him to work on and my upper body is pushed slightly down by gravity, so that my hands are put firmly on the ground and I can hold this position until my arms are just as sore as my buns.
“Go ahead sweetheart, take off your dress and show me your nice, firm buns. They better be completely blank. If I see a tattoo on your bottom I’m gonna put you across my knee an tan your behind until the tattoo has completely disappeared.”
“But honey, you know a tattoo won’t disappear by a spanking.”
“All the worse for you honey, all the worse for you.”
Still in position, carefully waiting for a signal that I’m allowed to get up again, not looking forward to the moment when I’ll have to pull my pants back up over my bruised buns at all.
