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I'm looking for a lovely lady to take me across her lap and deliver a good old fashioned spanking. I have a new hairbrush that's just dying to be used so let me know if you're capable and willing!
I might be willing to dish out a few swats if you like.....
here are two short fictions I've written...
First
You are seated.
The armless chair beneath you can barely contain your rigid, forward stature. You face my stomach and downward turned head. Standing before you, I tremble in anticipation.
I can feel your strong, tender hands around my waist. Caresses against my denim excite my mind, yet the anticipation churning in my stomach is violent . Maintaining control feels impossible, but you carry on.
"Tisk, tisk…" your soft voice speaks aloud, "What do we have here?"
One button….. and a zipper. Slowly, your digits loosen the denim housing to my hips. Vibrant red nails peel away and revealing tight cloth about my waist. A harmless palm and devious fingers reach around to apply a pinch to my backside. Cotton flush with flesh is hard to resist.
"Off with them" you order. Your voice is stern and demanding.
The warm coloration of my face is only darkened as your eyes drop to my rising excitement. Several fingers stroke me before a devious smile creeps across your face. With only a short, wicked, glance to prepare me, you rip my briefs down and off before tossing me across your body. Exposed, face first and trembling across your lap, my nails clench the cloth covering your thigh.
It only takes you a half second before an open hand smacks my backside. The first is followed swiftly by a secondthirdfourthandfifth.
Gasp
Sucking in cold air and kicking in shock, my body is wriggles about for a moment.
Your solid grip holds me in place.
"Don't move" you order.
And I don't.
As my legs steady, your hands glide down my crimson cheeks.
Around, you fondle.
Gingerly, you tease.
Your delicate, probing finger presses inside.
Irregular breaths signal my satisfaction.
A palm quickly corrects this. My stinging skin is warm to the touch. A handful more swats and your pain is becoming unbearable.
Dreaming
Second
I know somethings been bothering you. Theres a bit of anxiety, pressure, and pain around you. The small things in your life seem to be gaining traction against your sanity. Loss of focus.
"Please go to your room and wait for me." my steady, firm voice greets you. "When I arrive you should have your jeans off and face in a corner" It's serious. You've been a legitamite brat. You've held your fire in too long. Without hesitation you turn, your hair violently twisting, and walk through the archway closing the door behind yourself.
Okay... okay ok ok ok
Your hungry eyes scour the room for an answer but there is none. Dirty clothes strewn about, papers here and there. The sound of rustling drawers in the other room snaps you out of your panic.
A sudden clarity takes hold and your hands bolt to your wasteband. Briskly, you unbotton and peel away your jeans. The cling of thin cotton panties to your skin give away the anxiety and excitement you feel. 'Which corner? Does it matter? He didn't say, what do I do?'
Your thoughts are interuppted by the door slowly opening. Your hop towards the nearest corner barely catches my smirk out of the corner of your eye. With a quick nod you accept your fate; tiptoeing swiftly to my side, removing your panties, and draping yourself across my sturdy lap. "I'm glad you remembered how to act this time. Are you ready?"
"I'm all over the place. I've been in a wild place and I need to be brought back to earth." and with a slight hesitation your voice quivers out "Will you spank me?"
The faint touch of my fingers across the small of your back and bottom makes every second longer. "Yes, you may a punishment, but only because you asked so nicely." Without a moment wasted, a sting and clap reach your backside. The swats are deliberate, rhythmic, and firm. Fires behind your eyes let your mind twist, squirm, and finally release. As the pain moves towards pleasure, a warm glow envelopes you as you begin to radiate confidence and power.
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