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quizzical, disapproving look. My mouth came open again, but I couldn’t speak for the lump now rising in my throat, and, really, nothing needed to be said. I let the towel drop to the floor, stepped across to where she was sitting and draped myself across her legs. She hadn’t tried to stop me, and for a long, long moment of hideous embarrassment I just lay there with my bottom stuck in the air. Then she spoke up. ‘Very well then, as you seem to have a conscience.’
Her arm came around my waist, tucking me in place across her lap. I braced my feet on the floor, a little way apart to keep myself steady, a position that left my cunt on show to the room. Her right knee came up a little, raising my bottom higher still and adding my bottom hole to the embarrassing display I was making of myself, but that was all the better, because it shouldn’t matter what a naughty girl’s showing behind while she’s spanked. It did to me, adding fresh and beautiful agony to my shame, which hit a peak as she laid a hand across the cheeks of my naked bottom and spoke up. ‘I’m not going to spank you hard, Lucy, but I am going to spank you well, for ten minutes by the kitchen clock.’
She lifted her hand, brought it down and delivered a firm sharp slap to my bottom. My mouth came wide in a helpless gasp, not of pain, but of pure ecstasy. I was stark naked, laid across an old woman’s knee as she spanked my bare bottom, and it was heaven. It stung too, even though she’d said she wouldn’t do it hard, especially on my paintball bruises, enough to make me kick a little and wriggle my bottom in pain, stripping away any last vestige of dignity I might have retained by taking it well.
There was no mercy. The more I wriggled, the harder she spanked, until every slap was making my bottom cheeks bounce and spread to show off my bottom hole and cunt, with my legs kicking up and down and my hair tossing to the steady rhythm of my punishment. Soon I was getting hot, and she’d begun to smack me full across the tuck of my cheeks, sending a jolt of ecstasy to my sex with every blow. I could smell my own cunt, and I was sure she could too, adding yet one more dimension to my shame.
Then she began to talk. ‘There’s no need to be such a big baby about it, Lucy. You’re only being spanked after all, and you know you deserve it, don’t you? So come along, bottom up and try not to make such a fuss. Never mind what you’re showing to me either. Believe me, I’ve seen girls’ bare bottoms before, often when they’re getting a spanking. You’re no different, and certainly no better. Why, you big baby, you, there’s no need to cry!’
I wasn’t crying. I’d come.
Chapter Eight
She’d spanked me to orgasm, an experience that left me dizzy with reaction as I made my way back towards the woods a couple of hours later. Even without that exquisite peak, it would have been the most embarrassing experience of my life, and I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’d been spanked. I’d been spanked bare bottom. I’d been spanked bare bottom across an old woman’s knee. She’d made me come.
That was the rude bit, and I knew it would keep me on a high for days and leave me with an exquisite memory forever. To add to that I had a wonderful feeling of triumph, because if I hadn’t had the courage to put myself across her knee it would never have happened and I’d have been left with the exciting but ultimately frustrating experience of having been threatened with a spanking but not actually getting one.
The aftermath had been nearly as embarrassing as the spanking itself. I’d been hoping she’d make me stay nude with my red bottom on show until my clothes were ready, or even make me stand in the corner with my hands on my head to contemplate the consequences of my behaviour. Instead she’d wanted to know why I’d felt the need to be punished. She hadn’t realised I’d come, and I could hardly have told her the truth if she had, so I
Her arm came around my waist, tucking me in place across her lap. I braced my feet on the floor, a little way apart to keep myself steady, a position that left my cunt on show to the room. Her right knee came up a little, raising my bottom higher still and adding my bottom hole to the embarrassing display I was making of myself, but that was all the better, because it shouldn’t matter what a naughty girl’s showing behind while she’s spanked. It did to me, adding fresh and beautiful agony to my shame, which hit a peak as she laid a hand across the cheeks of my naked bottom and spoke up. ‘I’m not going to spank you hard, Lucy, but I am going to spank you well, for ten minutes by the kitchen clock.’
She lifted her hand, brought it down and delivered a firm sharp slap to my bottom. My mouth came wide in a helpless gasp, not of pain, but of pure ecstasy. I was stark naked, laid across an old woman’s knee as she spanked my bare bottom, and it was heaven. It stung too, even though she’d said she wouldn’t do it hard, especially on my paintball bruises, enough to make me kick a little and wriggle my bottom in pain, stripping away any last vestige of dignity I might have retained by taking it well.
There was no mercy. The more I wriggled, the harder she spanked, until every slap was making my bottom cheeks bounce and spread to show off my bottom hole and cunt, with my legs kicking up and down and my hair tossing to the steady rhythm of my punishment. Soon I was getting hot, and she’d begun to smack me full across the tuck of my cheeks, sending a jolt of ecstasy to my sex with every blow. I could smell my own cunt, and I was sure she could too, adding yet one more dimension to my shame.
Then she began to talk. ‘There’s no need to be such a big baby about it, Lucy. You’re only being spanked after all, and you know you deserve it, don’t you? So come along, bottom up and try not to make such a fuss. Never mind what you’re showing to me either. Believe me, I’ve seen girls’ bare bottoms before, often when they’re getting a spanking. You’re no different, and certainly no better. Why, you big baby, you, there’s no need to cry!’
I wasn’t crying. I’d come.
Chapter Eight
She’d spanked me to orgasm, an experience that left me dizzy with reaction as I made my way back towards the woods a couple of hours later. Even without that exquisite peak, it would have been the most embarrassing experience of my life, and I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’d been spanked. I’d been spanked bare bottom. I’d been spanked bare bottom across an old woman’s knee. She’d made me come.
That was the rude bit, and I knew it would keep me on a high for days and leave me with an exquisite memory forever. To add to that I had a wonderful feeling of triumph, because if I hadn’t had the courage to put myself across her knee it would never have happened and I’d have been left with the exciting but ultimately frustrating experience of having been threatened with a spanking but not actually getting one.
The aftermath had been nearly as embarrassing as the spanking itself. I’d been hoping she’d make me stay nude with my red bottom on show until my clothes were ready, or even make me stand in the corner with my hands on my head to contemplate the consequences of my behaviour. Instead she’d wanted to know why I’d felt the need to be punished. She hadn’t realised I’d come, and I could hardly have told her the truth if she had, so I
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