kweensheba:



"Hey, goofy! I can see your underwear. Keep your skirt down. You're a big girl now." He blushed furiously.

"Make me!" I said, teasingly.

"You're not too big to be spanked, though." he menaced.

"Am too!" I said, playfully, with my hands on my hips and my knees up. "Besides, it's only a piece of cloth."

"Is not!" he laughed.

"is too!" I taunted him.

He grabbed me and I pretended to resist as he pulled me over his lap and threatened to spank me.

He spanked my skirt.

"Doesn't hurt!" I said.

he pulled my skirt up exposing my white cotton panties and gave me a gentle swat.

"Doesn't hurt!" I taunted again, starting to giggle again.

He spanked harder and I noticed he left his hand on my bottom.

"Now?" he said, his voice choked a little.

"No."

He spanked harder my soft bottom in my white panties.

"Now?"

"No"

"You're asking for it!"

"I know!" I said in my tiniest voice.

"OK." he said. He pulled my panties down and I felt the cool air over my bottom.

"Are you going to keep your skirt down?"

I shook my head.

He swatted me and it made a loud clap of bare hand to bare bottom.

"Oh, God, did I hurt you?" he said hurriedly.

"No..."

He spanked me again and his hand stayed on my bottom.

I wriggled against his hand.

"I'm sorry." he said in this terrible pitiful voice.

"Rub it and make it better, then." I said, breathlessly.

He began to rub my bottom in soft, gentle circles.

"There, the red has gone away ... almost."





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kweensheba:
He spanked me but left his hand where it landed. Again he smacked my little behind in its pretty nylon panties. And again. Again his hand lay softly on my bottom.

"Did you feel that?"

"No. You're mean, I haven't done anything."

"You are a lady now. You can't be letting guys see your underwear."

"Didn't feel a thing!"

"You're asking for it."

He pulled my panties down off my bottom, just to the point where they went between my legs.

He raised his hand and I squirmed on his lap, feeling something hard rising under me.

I squirmed again, not sure what I was feeling.

His hand landed with a loud slap. Another landed on the other cheek. A third spanned my cheeks and stung a little more.

"Ouch!" I said sharply.

"Oh God, I'm sorry."" he said quickly and started rubbing the redness away. "You OK?"

"Little more." I said.

He continued rubbing.

"Kiss it and make it better. That's what Mom used to do!" I teased.

"Be careful, I might just do that~

"Go ahead!" I said quietly.

I can't reach it or I would.!"

I jumped up and laid on the bed.

"Now?"

He laughed but I had him. "You're something, you know that?"

His lips felt soft and gentle and loving. He kissed little kisses all the way across my crease and I lay there in ecstasy.

"Rub a little more; it still stings, Akin."

He did as I asked. It was clear that using his name made it not only erotic, but very intimate, though I did not at that time, the true meaning of the word. I knew what the feeling was, though.




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