by B
When she gave me the finger time just froze for a moment. I was shocked and I guess she could see from my face that she’d finally gone too far this time. Very soon though my shock turned into a firm resolve. This girl was definitely going to mend her ways. I can’t remember exactly what I said, something dumb like.. ” get yourself over my knee right now” or maybe it was .. “you’ve just earned yourself the spanking of your life, young lady”. That or something equally silly because of course Samantha, indulged little princess that she was, had never been spanked in her life either at home or at school. Right at that moment I think she had trouble taking in exactly what was going to happen to her, and to be honest I wasn’t too sure what to do next myself because I’d never spanked anyone before.
Right until I put my hand on her shoulder to pull her down she must’ve thought it was just good old Bob sounding off again, but the minute she felt me touch her she went off like a firecracker. Samantha is a tall, athletic girl. Even as a young child she always won the egg-and-spoon race at kindergarten and right through high-school she’d been a minor star at track and gymnastics. Behind those soft curves, set off so well by her skimpy pvc outfit, there were some surprisingly strong girl-muscles. It rapidly dawned on me that she was not going to accept her humiliation willingly and that I was in fact going to have a helluva fight on my hands. As I tried to bend her down over my knee, her body tensed like a steel rod and she pulled hard in the opposite direction.
I’d never had to fight a half-naked 19-year-old girl before but believe me, its not half as much fun as it sounds. At one point she got her hands around my neck and was squeezing so hard I was seeing stars. The struggle went on in a silence broken only by little grunts of exertion for what seemed like forever, but was probably only a couple of minutes. At some point in the struggle Samantha’s top slipped down and her breasts were uncovered. Slowly, resisting ever inch of the way, I managed to wrestle her down until she was kneeling in front of the chair with her face buried in the cushions and her ass poised ready for the spanking that she so richly deserved.
The funny thing was that once I’d managed to force her down and bend her over, all of the fight seemed to desert her. She lay there quietly, surprisingly warm and heavy against my thigh. The black pvc thing she was wearing was like a thong at the back, buried in the crack of her ass and leaving both rounded cheeks bare. The lacy tops of her sheer stockings framed the lower curves of her bottom, as though offering it for what was to come. I had never spanked anyone before in my life, let alone a half-naked girl, but I guess some things must come naturally. I couldn’t begin to understand my feelings at that moment. I felt anger of course, but if I was being honest there was also a strange, illicit excitement that I’d never felt before. I raised my right hand and brought it down hard on Samantha’s ass. She gasped and her hips jerked slightly against my thigh. I could see the imprint of my hand on her creamy skin, first white then blossoming a fiery red.
It seemed like she was accepting the inevitability of her fate now because she didn’t struggle or try to get up, although my left hand pressed only lightly on her back. The skin under my palm was warm and smooth as silk. Her face was buried in a red tartan cushion, little squeals and cries of distress emerging through the mass of tangled blonde hair every time my right hand made harsh contact with her behind. I wasn’t feeling merciful. I remembered her rudeness and the way she’d fought me, her hands around my neck. Samantha was going to learn the hard way how to behave.
End of Spanking Samantha – A Kinky Story Part 3
