by B
Finally I asked her if she was ready to be a good girl, and at first she didn’t reply. I don’t know if she was still being stubborn or what, but I certainly wasn’t going to tolerate any nonsense from her now. I raised my hand and brought it slamming down as hard as I could on the tender flesh of her already well-spanked bottom. They probably heard her aggrieved cry in the next county. “Well” ?..I demanded sternly. She didn’t respond for a moment, then she sobbed, very quietly ..”Yes Sir”. That was good enough for me, and I gently helped her to her feet.
She stood a little shakily in front of me, her blue eyes wet with tears. “You really hurt me you know” .. she said reproachfully ..”especially that last smack”. She tried vainly to twist around to see the damage, her hands creeping back to rub her sore bottom. She seemed oblivious to the fact that she was almost completely naked except for the thin strip of pvc around her waist. I couldn’t help looking at her body, lingering over the pert breasts with their rosy tips, the narrow waist, the gently swelling hips and long shapely athletes legs. For a moment she made no attempt to cover herself. It felt as though an invisible line had been crossed, and she allowed my eyes to touch her as intimately as a caress.Then she blushed and quickly turned away, starting to pull up her bra.
When she turned I could see the red marks of her spanking still blazing on her ass, mute testimony to the severity of her punishment. Her voice was scarcely more than a whisper ..”don’t you like me any more Bob … is that why you hit me” ? The little-girl sadness in her voice really hurt me. “Of course I do, you silly girl”..I replied gently.. “I spanked you tonight because you needed it and by God I’ll do it again any time I think you need it from now on. You’ve been behaving like a little bitch these last few months, making your moms life a misery, but this is where it ends Samantha”. I guess I surprised myself as much as Samantha by saying all of this, but it must’ve touched her in some way because when she turned around to face me again there was a big, happy smile shining through the tears.
She knelt down in front of me and I put my arm around her to give her a little hug. She rested her head against my shoulder and then she said something really surprising. Looking up at me with those pretty blue eyes, she whispered ..”Thank you Bob, I’ve needed a spanking like that for a long time”. I’m not sure how it happened, but she somehow ended up sitting on my lap. As she sat there cuddled safely in my arms, I was painfully conscious of the heat from her bottom whenever she wriggled to get comfortable and her soft bare breasts nestling against my chest. Heck, shes only nineteen so I’m sure she didn’t realise the effect she was having on me. She told me how she still missed her dad, and how she felt there was no-one now who cared enough to check her when she was bad. Sometimes, she said, she behaved like a bitch just to get attention. She genuinely seemed to want to change, and she surprised me by making me promise that whenever she got out of line in future I would spank her again just like tonight. Of course it would have to be our secret, she said, but that was fine by me.
So what happened then ? Well, I think you’ll agree that what happened next showed Samantha was serious about trying to be a good girl. She jumped up off my lap and stripped right there in front of me, kicking off those high-heels, unpeeling the long black stockings, and wriggling out of the tight shiny pvc thing that was rucked up around her waist. Then, with a big grin, she dumped all that slutty stuff right into the trash-can. I guess she wanted to show that she’d seen the error of her ways but she was so intent on being a good girl that she didn’t seem to realise she was parading around buck- naked. I told her she’d better put some clothes on but she just laughed and said it didn’t matter now because I’d seen it anyway. She pouted a little when I sent her off to bed then so, after about half an hour, I took her up a glass of warm milk and tucked her in. She looked such an angel, with her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow. You know, tonight has changed the way I see Samantha. She’s really just a sweet, high-spirited young girl who desperately needs someone to show her some loving discipline, and thats why I believe she needs my help. Its not like there’s anything unseemly happening between us. She’s a friend, for heavens sake.
Final note from Samantha’s Diary – Yippee !!!! I finally put the moves on Bob. He’d ignored my more subtle attempts at seduction so in desperation I decided to dress up all slutty tonight and provoke the shit out of him until he dragged me over his knee for a spanking !! It worked like magic !! Spanking is my hottest fantasy and boy does old Bob spank hard!! His you-know-what was pretty hard too after I’d given him my special spanked-brat lap-dance. There I was kneeling in front of him all dewy-eyed and submissive, with my boobs bouncing in his face, just about chewing the carpet with dire horniness. I totally expected him to ravish me unmercifully, but no such luck!! He turned all fatherly on me. I know he wanted to fuck me senseless, because when I sat on his lap it was like balancing on the top of a flag-pole !! Trust me,,, I am not without experience in detecting woodies !! Bob is sure a sweet guy but I guess he’s just clueless about women. Oh well ..tomorrow night (if my abused rear-end has recovered ) I predict more outbreaks of bitchy behaviour that’re gonna need another spanking. I may not be able to sit down by the time this weekends over, but I’m sure as shit gonna get laid or die in the attempt !!!
End of Spanking Samantha – A Kinky Story
