Despite the fact that I wasn’t at all sure I should do it, I tugged down her jeans and panties all at once, before she really had a chance to work herself into a lather. There would be time for that later, I was sure. But for the moment, I had caught her completely off guard, and I was going to use that to my advantage.
Her round white globes on full display would have made my knees collapse had I not already been sitting down. I couldn’t fight the urge to glance at the V between her silky thighs just begging my hand to dip in and explore. I wasn’t sure why, but I was pretty positive that if I dipped my finger into her pussy, it would be coated in her juices of arousal instantly. Her breathing revealed much more than just fear of the upcoming punishment.
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Raychel
I was absolutely mortified. I had begun to reconcile myself with the idea that he might spank me. That I’d have to lie over his lap and feel his hand connecting with my bare ass, but my mind had sterilized it nicely for me, so that I didn’t have to deal with the more intimate, or painful, aspects of being put in that position.
But here I was, and it was intimate enough when we were both fully clothed. Then he reached around under me and undid the button and zipper of my jeans, and before I could even manage a wiggle of protest, my pants and panties were around my mid-calves.
Oh, God! I was completely bare and he could see everything!
Before I knew it, the first swat descended, exploding on my bare flesh and making me draw in a deep breath with which to throw my head back and squall, but then the second and third and fourth smacks came along, and he settled into a rhythm that I knew was going to be trouble, and I didn’t have a chance to dwell on the spike that was poking up from beneath me into my tummy.
“No! Stop! Please! Anthony!” There was nothing I could do. I was over his lap, bare bottomed, in the house where I had once been spanked before. His hand—broad as a barn and hard as a plank of redwood—was descending over and over onto my well-rounded butt.
This wasn’t like the spanking before. I didn’t know why, but it wasn’t. Maybe because I knew this one was coming. Or maybe because in the depth of my soul, I secretly had wanted it. But whatever fantasies I might have indulged in regarding what being spanked would be like were nothing in comparison to the real thing. There was nothing I could do, nothing I could read—online or otherwise—nothing that I could have heard from someone about it that would have prepared me for what it was really like to feel two thick thighs beneath my ribcage, supporting me as his left arm lay lightly over the small of my back, trapping me in place as easily and naturally as could be. This was totally different than the last time. Was it because I was different? Or maybe it was because the man issuing the punishment was different… different to me. Whatever the reason, this spanking felt like something I had never experienced in my entire existence.
I had never felt more vulnerable in my life. It wasn’t even so much the situation. It was that it was Anthony. It was Anthony who was actually delivering the spanking.
I didn’t know where to put the pain. It hurt at least a thousand times worse than any spanking I had ever received as a child or by him the one other time, and he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping any time soon. I wiggled and squirmed and tried to buck or arch away from him, but nothing was working—the only thing that I was positive about my future was that that hand was going to continue to distribute its pain all over my rounded bottom and down the backs of each of my thighs.
Those were the worst of all of them. Because of the size of his hand and how little acreage there was back there, he had easily gone over the small territory of my butt once and was ending up having to spank the same place several times, but the worst swats were still on the backs of my thighs, or that tender area just at the crease of my bottom. It was atrocious, and I wasn’t at all sure I was going to survive it.
But just to prove me wrong on how awful I thought the spanking was, Anthony paused the punishment and moved his hand to the juncture between my thighs. He dipped a finger into the crevice and ran it along the wetness of my pussy. Intense humiliation filled me as he coated his finger with my arousal from the spanking. My body betrayed me in every way as I nearly moaned as he touched me in the most intimate of ways.