for if he was, why hadnât he started yet? Perhaps it was all an elaborate joke and in a moment he would release her scot-free. And, even if he was going to spank her, she thought hopefully, how bad could that be? He was only going to use his hand, after all.
That
couldnât hurt much â could it?
A moment later, she gasped out loud.
Susieâs gasp was as much from surprise as pain. Until that moment, sheâd had no idea how much the impact of a hard male hand, descending with pitiless force, can sting the soft pampered flesh of a bare female bottom. Now she knew â and how!
Her second gasp was closer to a yelp. Only two smacks â and already both cheeks were smarting vividly. When it came to the spanking of young ladies, Matthew, she realised, was an expert. He had given no indication how long this, her first ever spanking, would last, but Susie suspected it wouldnât by any means be brief. And, if her bottom smarted like this after just two spanks, what on earth would it feel like by the time he finished?
âOh please,â she begged pitifully, ânot so hard! It
hurts
!â
âThat, young lady,â said Matthew cheerfully, âis the idea.â
Ten more times his hand rose and fell, each spank ringing round the walls of the room, echoing like a pistol shot â and each eliciting yelps, gasps and frantic protests from the pretty young blonde squirming bare-bottomed across his lap.
After a dozen spanks Matthew paused, admiring the effect of his efforts so far. Susie was clearly going to be every bit as enjoyable to spank as he had hoped. Hers was the kind of pale delicate skin that coloured readily â already a fetching pink blush suffused the trembling mounds. And she was proving a pleasingly responsive spankee, gasping and yipping at every stroke, writhing and kicking, already begging for mercy with her punishment scarcely started. Some spankers demanded that their victims stayed stoically silent, but not Matthew. To him, there was no more exquisite music than the squeals and wails of a naughty girl receiving a sound bare-bottom spanking, her cries harmonising perfectly with the crisp rhythmic smack of palm on soft bare female bottom-flesh. Such music, after all, no less than the ever-deepening blush on the bouncing cheeks, provided gratifying proof that his chastisement was having its full desired effect.
So with a sense of delight he resumed Susieâs spanking, smacking now this side, now that, on her soft squirming globes and taking care to cover the full expanse of the luscious target area.
Matthew believed in taking his time; to spank slowly and deliberately not only prolonged his pleasure but also increased his victimâs discomfort. So he spanked the lovely girl hard and steadily, pausing after each smack to let its sting sink in before administering the next one. And from time to time he indulged in a longer pause to stroke the yielding well-warmed flesh and feast his eyes on the vivid blush that steadily deepened on Susieâs glorious bottom, turning it from warm pink to rosy red to fiery crimson, until the radiant mounds contrasted deliciously with the whiteness of her back and thighs.
At one point, much to Susieâs alarm, the door opened and Helen came in. But, mortifying though it was to have someone else see her in this ignominious position, she felt a surge of hope; surely the other woman, astonished and outraged, would put a stop to the proceedings? But Helen merely smiled calmly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to find her respectable husband with a pretty young girl lying half-naked across his lap. âAh, I see Matthewâs taking good care of you, my dear,â she observed. âThatâs wonderful. Itâll do you so much good, you know.â
Helen kissed her husband warmly on the lips, then leant down and patted Susieâs roseate mounds. âSuch a lovely bottom, my dear,â she said,
That
couldnât hurt much â could it?
A moment later, she gasped out loud.
Susieâs gasp was as much from surprise as pain. Until that moment, sheâd had no idea how much the impact of a hard male hand, descending with pitiless force, can sting the soft pampered flesh of a bare female bottom. Now she knew â and how!
Her second gasp was closer to a yelp. Only two smacks â and already both cheeks were smarting vividly. When it came to the spanking of young ladies, Matthew, she realised, was an expert. He had given no indication how long this, her first ever spanking, would last, but Susie suspected it wouldnât by any means be brief. And, if her bottom smarted like this after just two spanks, what on earth would it feel like by the time he finished?
âOh please,â she begged pitifully, ânot so hard! It
hurts
!â
âThat, young lady,â said Matthew cheerfully, âis the idea.â
Ten more times his hand rose and fell, each spank ringing round the walls of the room, echoing like a pistol shot â and each eliciting yelps, gasps and frantic protests from the pretty young blonde squirming bare-bottomed across his lap.
After a dozen spanks Matthew paused, admiring the effect of his efforts so far. Susie was clearly going to be every bit as enjoyable to spank as he had hoped. Hers was the kind of pale delicate skin that coloured readily â already a fetching pink blush suffused the trembling mounds. And she was proving a pleasingly responsive spankee, gasping and yipping at every stroke, writhing and kicking, already begging for mercy with her punishment scarcely started. Some spankers demanded that their victims stayed stoically silent, but not Matthew. To him, there was no more exquisite music than the squeals and wails of a naughty girl receiving a sound bare-bottom spanking, her cries harmonising perfectly with the crisp rhythmic smack of palm on soft bare female bottom-flesh. Such music, after all, no less than the ever-deepening blush on the bouncing cheeks, provided gratifying proof that his chastisement was having its full desired effect.
So with a sense of delight he resumed Susieâs spanking, smacking now this side, now that, on her soft squirming globes and taking care to cover the full expanse of the luscious target area.
Matthew believed in taking his time; to spank slowly and deliberately not only prolonged his pleasure but also increased his victimâs discomfort. So he spanked the lovely girl hard and steadily, pausing after each smack to let its sting sink in before administering the next one. And from time to time he indulged in a longer pause to stroke the yielding well-warmed flesh and feast his eyes on the vivid blush that steadily deepened on Susieâs glorious bottom, turning it from warm pink to rosy red to fiery crimson, until the radiant mounds contrasted deliciously with the whiteness of her back and thighs.
At one point, much to Susieâs alarm, the door opened and Helen came in. But, mortifying though it was to have someone else see her in this ignominious position, she felt a surge of hope; surely the other woman, astonished and outraged, would put a stop to the proceedings? But Helen merely smiled calmly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to find her respectable husband with a pretty young girl lying half-naked across his lap. âAh, I see Matthewâs taking good care of you, my dear,â she observed. âThatâs wonderful. Itâll do you so much good, you know.â
Helen kissed her husband warmly on the lips, then leant down and patted Susieâs roseate mounds. âSuch a lovely bottom, my dear,â she said,
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