A Simple Spanking Story © js@smilingwithteeth.com "Otkforu" not to be reposted without permission
A smile formed on her face as she thought, "the modem." "That
silly little electronic card that rests inside my computer." How
complicated a PC was. Yet at the surface it was all quite simple.
Just point and click. Easy as pie. So she took the plunge and
bought a PC. Modem included. The software was all inclusive. Yep,
the Internet too. Her excitement was high as she logged on for
the first time. It didn't take her too long until she found the
area she had sought. Stories about spanking. How glorious that
all was. After a few more weeks she found AOL and went online.
A few days later she was posting on a message board in an area
devoted to spanking chat. She shared her fantasies and desires
with total strangers. Once again she thought how impossible any
of this would have been if not for that little gadget they called
a modem.
Over the next year or so she would speak with many people about
the wonderful world of spanking. As we flash forward to present
day, we find her standing in the airport ready to meet a man who
seems to share her very own desires. She is 24 years old. He has
just turned 40. Isn't she too old to be spanked? Not according
to him. Deep down she realizes that she cannot lie to herself.
She not only wants to be spanked, she NEEDS to be spanked. It
is a need that she has had for quite some time. A need that has
gone unfulfilled. Until now. Her heart thumps in her chest as
she sees the first of the passengers emerge from the gate where
his plane had just landed.
They had sent each other pictures via email so she had an idea
of what he looked like. When she first saw his picture she looked
at it for quite some time. "Is this what a person into spanking
looks like?" she asked herself. She giggled a little. "Silly girl,"
she heard a voice inside her head say. "This is just what this
particular spankophile looks like." All of a sudden she found
herself looking into the eyes that was on the picture. Only this
time, those eyes were not part of any E-mail. They were for real.
So many times she had saw the term "RT" online. Yep, that mean
Real Time. Now she was living it. Soon she would be living another
RT event. Her first adult spanking. In fact her first spanking
at any age.
"How was your flight?" she asked. "It was fine. Couldn't have
been better" came the reply. He looked so cool, calm and collected.
She imagined he must be used to all of this. He had told her that
he had played many times over the years. She was not experienced,
not in the least. So while he looked very calm, had she been able
to press her ears against his chest, she would have heard his
heart racing along at the same speed as her own.
They went back to her place and he got settled in. He was tired
from his flight. She was equally as tired. She had worked all
day and then driven to the airport to pick him up. They both needed
some rest. They didn't get any. They decided to go out and get
something to eat. They spoke in the restaurant and he joked that
maybe they should each have their own keyboard on the table so
things with feel "right." She laughed at that comment. He had
a wonderful sense of humor and this helped her to relax. She had
feared that he might be different in person. Like one of those
Internet monsters she had heard about. This wasn't the case. He
was genuine and down to Earth. He didn't act as if he was her
boss or that she was subservient in anyway. He made her feel good.
This meeting was not as easy for him either. Not by any stretch.
He had heard stories too. Stories of women who would try and hurt
men. Maybe not physically but emotionally. "Just as many female
monsters as male ones out here in cyberspace," he thought. She
was not one of them. Her smile was like a bright light that illuminated
the midnight sky. Her eyes were warm and compassionate. Her voice
was soothing to his ears. Yes, sometimes you meet a monster. But
sometimes you meet a soul mate.
They finished their meals and took the drive back to her place.
The time was finally at hand. The spanking was going to happen.
Not just something to fantasize about, yet something to experience.
The modem. An electronic piece of hardware that fits inside your
PC. Cyber. Not real. Yet this relationship that had it's genesis
over a telephone line was going to reach its zenith in reality.
She pulled the car into her driveway. They went inside. The time
had arrived. Once inside he turned to her. "I think it's time
we had that little talk now, don't you?" She swallowed hard. "Yes,
sir." For a moment he had to check his hearing. "Yes, sir?" Did
those words actually come from her mouth? Was this the same lady
who lead the AOL Brat league in every bratty category? "Yes, sir?"
He tried his best not to laugh. He didn't wish to break character
here. Yes, this was all a game. He assumed his role and she had
assumed hers. Yet somewhere between NY and Florida, her role had
changed from brat to submissive. The change was a surprise to
him. But it was one that he liked. He felt himself start to become
aroused from the moment she spoke.
He took a deep breath and continued, "Why didn't you attend your
college courses last semester?" "I don't know. I just didn't.
I couldn't motivate myself. I don't know why." "If we lived closer
to each other, I think you would have found yourself either with
perfect attendance or with a perpetually sore backside. And speaking
of sore backsides, that is exactly what you are going to find
yourself with." It took him only a split second to perform a task
that she had thought about and sought out for years. He pulled
her over his lap.
Having her this close to him for the first time brought on a pleasure
that he hadn't felt in years. Sure, he had spanked scores of willing
females. It had been over 5 years since he last felt what he was
feeling now. This was going to be more than just a spanking encounter
between two people. This felt like the start of something much
deeper than that. He was determined to make her first spanking
everything she had hoped it would be. He rested his hand on the
seat of her skirt. He spoke to her with a firm yet loving tone.
I suppose it was much the same tone a loving parent might use
when punishing a naughty child. Only within that tone was a hint
of special excitement that was only reserved for an adult who
was feeling a very special connection with a member of the opposite
sex.
"I'm going to have to give you a very severe spanking. I cannot
allow you to skip classes and think you can get away with it.
I realize that not passing those classes is a punishment in and
of itself. My problem is the fact that you yourself admitted to
me that it could happen again. I'm here to see that it doesn't.
Do you understand that you deserve a spanking? She turned her
head back to look at him. He saw her brown eyes and fought to
hold back the smile that wanted to form on his face. "Yes, sir,"
came her reply. She turned back around and waited for reality.
Reality made its entrance with a thunderous swat that landed on
her left cheek. He felt her cheeks and new that she was still
nervous. She was clenching her cheeks tight and he didn't want
any of that. He started to rub her bottom while talking to her.
He told her that he loved and cared about her. He wanted her to
be a good girl for him and relax her muscles back there. His hand
felt good. Even though she was feeling both nervousness and sexual
excitement equally, she was finally able to relax. Yes, his hands
did feel delicious!!!
Once he felt the muscles relax, he began the spanking. His palm
landed over and over again on her skirted fanny. He spoke to her
during the spanking and reminded her of the reasons she was being
punished. She new she deserved it and even though the spanking
didn't hurt all that bad, she found tears starting to well up
in her eyes. Spanking often was every bit as emotional as it was
physical. His hand finally stopped the dance it had been doing
and she felt her skirt being lifted. She had agreed that the spanking
would be bare bottomed. Her safeword would also be honored if
for any reason she felt the need to stop the scene. She dreaded
this part. But she dreaded what was going to happen later even
more. At least she still had her panties on for protection as
well as her modesty which she knew would suffer later on. He found
his erection to be at the point of painful. Her pretty pink panties
were now on display. His hand gently rubbed them. He thought about
flipping her over and just making love to her. But he was a spankophile
through and through and another part of him just wanted to lower
those panties and spank the daylights out of her. He forced himself
to take his time. "All good things to those who wait", he thought.
He stopped the rubbing and started to warm up the seat of those
pretty pink panties. He was hoping to match the color of them
to her seat. "Nice and pink before the hairbrush." Yep, that was
what he wanted. She let out a little moan as she rubbed and patted
her warm behind. It was going to get a lot warmer.
She felt her calm leave her as his hand once again descended on
her bottom. This spank was even harder than the others had been.
Maybe that was because her skirt had been lifted. Or maybe he
was just spanking her harder now. She knew all about warm ups.
She had been given hers. Now he was all business. The spanks came
fast and at a furious pace. He lectured her about the importance
of attending her classes. She felt more tears fall to the carpet
below her. He could hear her cries but knew he had to ignore them
and spank her.
She started crossing and uncrossing her legs as things started
to really get hot back there. Soon the ooohhs and ouches were
a lot more audible. He took a firm grip around her waist and held
her close to him. She could feel his excitement underneath her.
She was wet now. She was living her fantasy. The spanking hurt
more than she thought it would. What made her heart thump in her
chest was the fact that he had not yet bared her bottom and the
hairbrush had not yet been introduced to her tender behind.
They had both agreed a hairbrush spanking had been earned. She
had read many stories about girls being spanked with a hairbrush.
She remembered taking her brush and swatting herself with it.
It had hurt, a lot. This pain was nothing compared to what she
was going to feel. She was scared. She was worried. She was for
some strange reason as happy and care free as she could ever recall
being. She felt safe over his lap. Was she crazy? Why did she
feel that way? She was being spanked. Hard!!! Yet there was no
other place on Earth she would have chosen to be at that moment.
His hand landed again and again. She started to weep. All of a
sudden the spanks had stopped. Her panties were still on. She
knew that soon he would be staring at her bare bottom. She bit
her lower lip. Her safeword was on her lips.
He had never been this excited about giving a spanking. He had
waited a long time for this moment. All of the chats via modem
and telephone. So many months of talk had now come down to this
one great defining moment. The time when fantasy and reality meet.
That great sensation that comes from realizing a dream. She felt
his fingers now on the waistband of her panties. She closed her
eyes and trembled as it was finally going to happen. He started
lowering her panties. His erection hurt. Her bottom was very sore.
It hurt too. It was going to hurt a lot more now. That awful hairbrush
was going to speak to her in it's own secret language. It was
going to teach her that there are consequences for not doing as
you know you should. He lowered her panties slowly. He scolded
her some more as he lowered them inch by inch. He saw the top
portions of her bottom come into view and then her mid cheeks
were on display. They were pretty red from the long spanking he
had already given her. She felt that cool breeze she had heard
so much of. Soon her panties were completely lowered and her entire
backside was on display for his eyes to see.
She had been holding on to the hairbrush from the beginning. That
was part of her punishment. She had to hold on to it until he
asked her for it. Now came the part she dreaded most. Soon she
would have to hand it to him. Then he would use it to make her
scream and cry and beg and plead. Her safe word was on her lips.
She didn't use it. "It's time. Hand me the hairbrush." The words
she had both dreaded yet needed to hear had escaped his lips.
She took a deep breath and handed the brush to him. He rested
the back of it against her bare fanny. "I'm going to give you
the most severe part of your punishment now. You may cry as hard
as you want but do NOT reach back. Do you understand? If you reach
back even once, I promise to start all over again. Even if I have
to keep you over my knee all night." "I'll be a good girl sir.
I promise not to reach back." Once again that submissive side
was on display. It aroused him as much as the sight of her being
bare bottomed over his lap.
Sometimes it's not easy being a spanker. While we love to spank
a ladies bottom I think many of us have mixed feelings especially
when we have to spank hard. It excites us like no other activity,
yet we still know that we are hitting and striking a lady. This
spanking though had to be severe. It had been agreed upon. He
wanted her fantasy to be perfect. Just as she had imagined it.
He owed her that much. He lifted the brush. The dominant side
now was in control once again. The sadist in him could now come
out. Her safe word would be the only thing on this planet that
could make the spanking stop. He would spank her good and proper.
Sitting down would not be an option for her. She would cry a ton
of tears and maybe even then he wouldn't stop. The spanking would
be one for all time. She would never allow herself to cut classes
and fail courses that she had to pay for. Not ever again. How
she could sustain such a spanking was something she could not
comprehend. Here she was, a fully grown woman over a mans lap.
She was face down with her skirt raised and her panties pulled
down. Her backside was very red and she was about to feel a huge
ebony hairbrush come crashing down upon her already sore rear
end. Was she crazy to allow this? She didn't care. She was his
to spank. His to punish until he felt she had received enough.
The brush began to speak. She screamed as it landed. It hurt 100
times worse than she ever thought it could. She started to panic
a little bit as the next one landed. She could barely let a scream
escape her lips before the next impact of the brush brought out
another scream. Soon her tear ducts gave way and she laid limp
over his knees. She sobbed and cried. She heard her voice yelling
out all kinds of promises to do better and to "never do it again."
Was this the dialogue of a grown woman? Nope..this was the promises
of a little girl who was over her daddies lap being spanked soundly.
Only this little girl was a woman who was as turned -on as she
was sore.
He spanked her bottom for 5 minutes without stopping even once.
Much to her surprise she was able to take the spanking. Her safe
word stayed with her. Maybe knowing she had it offered her some
comfort and allowed her to relax just enough as to be able to
take what he was giving her. She didn't know. All she knew was
that she would have let him take her skin off before she used
her word. That was how much she both trusted him and knew that
she needed a true punishment spanking. "PS" as they called it
online. He held her tightly as he watched the brush paint her
bottom red. By the time he was only half way through with her,
her entire fanny was crimson. He spanked her hardest toward the
end of the spanking. Her crying was at a fever pitch and if his
legs had not been wrapped around hers she would have no doubt
been kicking them back and forth like crazy. 5 minutes. That's
all it lasted for. She had waited for it for over 10 years. I
suppose it's the same way as when you wait on a long line to ride
your favorite ride at an amusement park. The ride itself might
only last a minute or so. You stand on that line for an hour and
in some cases even longer. Yet once you experience the ride you
will gladly stand in line over and over again.
Finally the last stroke of the brush landed on her burning flesh.
His hand gently rubbed her bottom cheeks and he spoke to her with
a soothing and gentle tone. He let his fingers run up and down
her ass crack. He wanted her. Badly. Her mind was a blur and her
heart was like a time bomb wanting to explode. Feelings ran through
her.Emotions can run high during spanking play. If people felt
those same emotions when they played online than these very same
feelings must have been 1000 times as intense. She wanted him
too. She arched her backside up and her cheeks spread slightly
apart. He let one finger slide into her anus while the other one
found her clit. He told her what a good girl she had been. He
was proud of her. She didn't try and cover up even once. She had
taken all he had to give her. She heard him utter three words
that she never thought she'd hear. "I love you," he said. She
moaned as his fingers continued to explore this new found territory.
She slid off his lap and started unzipping him. He was hard. She
took him in her mouth and the pleasure she gave him was more intense
and satisfying than any fantasy could ever have been.
They made love that night for hours. She held him close to her
as they became one over and over again. She promised him that
she would never skip classes again. She knew there were other
things they had discussed and she would have to be spanked for
those offenses too. But this one had been the most flagrant. She
smiled to herself. He had not been ready for the submissive side
of her. The brat would be back soon enough. She liked to keep
him guessing. Yes, this modem thing was a good thing. A very good
thing. It helped turn fantasy into reality. Now that they had
reached this point, the rest was up to them. This particular spanking
had been administered without the use of a modem. The pc had been
turned off.
The End
