Please Spank Me, Sir

Raine and I had played out this scenario many times but even though Laurie had never done this before she had fantasized about it often enough so that she was able to follow the 'script' as she had described it to me.

"Oh no, please don't, Sir," she quavered, her genuine nervousness giving authenticity to her voice. "I'm really sorry, Sir. I won't do it again, I promise!"

"So you say," I replied, my expression cold. "But in the meantime, what am I to do with you? Cheating is a very serious business, Laurie."

This was her cue, and with authentic hesitation she responded, looking down at the floor, "Couldn't you...p-punish me instead, Sir?"

I leaned back in my chair. "What do you mean, Laurie?"

Still looking down, she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "You...you could...s-spank me, Sir."

I pretended to give a derisive snort. "Spanking is for children, Laurie. For bad little boys and girls. Is that what you are?"

Without looking up, she began shaking her head but I interrupted, "Look at me, Laurie," and when she raised her eyes, demanded, "Is it?"

She continued shaking her head for a moment and then stopped. Without looking away she whispered, "Yes. I'm a...a bad little girl." Then, her voice pleading, added, "Please spank me, Sir." She took a gasping breath. "Oh god. Please."

I held her gaze for a long moment, making her squirm a little. Then I replied, "Very well. Pull down your pants, Laurie."

And even though this was part of the scenario she had described to me, her gasp seemed genuine. "Oh! Oh no, Sir! Please don't make me..."

I stopped her with a raised hand. "Pants down, Laurie." And when she hesitated I added, more loudly, "Now!"

Blushing furiously, she undid her belt, opened and then slowly unzipped her pants, looking at me beseechingly as if begging me to let her stop, her mouth hanging open and her lips quivering, but when I said nothing she continued on, tugging her pants down over her hips and lowering them until they were crumpled around her knees. Then she straightened up again and waited.

She had obviously given some thought to her lingerie, as her panties were a reddish color that complemented both her lovely hair and her sweater, and were feminine without being overly lacy or girly. She saw me looking at them and looked down at herself, murmuring "Oh god," when she noticed the darker wet spot in the crotch. One hand twitched toward it as if to cover the spot but she forced it back to her side and looked up at me again.

I made her wait, deliberately looking her slowly up and down. Then I got up and retrieved a pad of paper and a pen that I had left on the bookshelf. Placing them on the seat of the chair, I stood behind it, pointed at a place on the floor in front of it and said, "Kneel."

She slowly fell to her knees in front of the chair, looking up at me the entire time.

"Pick up the pen." She did so, and I continued, "Write ten times: 'I'm a bad little girl and I deserve to be punished.'"

"Yes, Sir."

She bent over the chair and began to write. I walked slowly around her, observing, while she wrote, returning to my position behind the chair as she finished up. When done, she looked up at me.

"Put them on the floor over there," I instructed her, indicating a spot to the left of the chair from where I stood. While she did so I pulled the chair back slightly, coming around to sit on it so that when she straightened up she was only an inch or two from my knees.

She was breathing more heavily now, knowing what was coming. Without being told, she scuffled, still on her knees, to my right side. Then she stood. After a moment she said, "I haven't touched myself since you told me not to, Sir." Then she slowly, carefully, draped herself over my lap, using the far edge of the chair seat for support as she lowered herself into position until her cute, slightly large behind was directly in front of me, the fabric of her panties stretched thin, her sweater riding up her back, her jeans fallen further down towards her ankles.

Again I made her wait, letting her fully experience the moment. Her face was nearly touching the pad of paper on the floor.

"Read it to me."

She moaned softly. Then she began, her voice nearly a whisper: "I'm a bad little girl..."

I seized her by the hair and pulled her head up, making her gasp.

"Louder," I told her, and then let her head fall again.

"I'm a bad little girl..." she began, only marginally louder, but when I seized her hair again she stopped abruptly and, as I released her, started over, this time at a normal volume.

"I'm a bad little girl and I deserve to be punished - OW!"

Her back arched and she hissed with pain as I landed the first hard swat on her behind. Without thinking, she reached back with one hand as if to cover the spot but I pushed it away, saying, "Keep reading."

"Oooo. Oooo," she breathed, then added, "Yes, Sir." She hesitated for a moment, then continued, "I'm a bad little girl and I deserve to be punished - OW! OWW! Oh, shit!" she cried out as she received two more slaps, one on each cheek. I saw her hands curl into fists on the floor but I said nothing.

She gasped repeatedly as if trying to catch her breath, and when she finally spoke again her voice was ragged. ""I'm...oh god...I'm a b-bad little girl and I..." She hesitated, then made herself contine, rushing through the last part of the sentence, "...I-deserve-to-be-p-punished, Sir! - OW! Oh please... OW! OW! Jesus! Fuck!"

Three swats, one on each cheek and one in the middle. I could hear her whimper and begin to sob but she went right on, more loudly, "I'm a BAD little girl and I DESERVE to be punished! OW! Motherfu- OW! OW! OWWW! Ohhhh...my god. Please..."

"Please...what?" I asked softly, wondering if she wanted to stop.

For a moment it seemed as if that was what she wanted, as she continued to lie across my lap, sobbing. I grabbed a tissue from a nearby box and handed it down to her. She blew her nose a couple of times then tossed the tissue aside and lowered her head once more. "I'm...oh god...I'm a bad little girl and I deserve to be punished."

She must have gritted her teeth immediately afterward because as I landed the next five swats on her behind she merely grunted between sobs: "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! UNH!", squealing behind her teeth when the last one struck. "EEEEEeeeeee!"

She lowered her forehead to the pad of paper beneath her, and even from where I was sitting I could see that it was blotched with tear-stains, snot and sweat. She fumbled blindly for the tissue she'd tossed aside, found it and blew her nose once more. Then, still whimpering with pain, she raised herself slightly off the floor, taking a long indrawn breath as she felt me pulling up on the elastic of her panties so that the fabric became trapped between her ass-cheeks, leaving them completely exposed.

They were blotched and red all over, with visible handprints in a few places. I managed to worm my phone out of my pocket and took a quick picture, then held it down to where she could see it, tugging on her hair to indicate she should turn her head.

"Ohhhh..." she breathed. Then she started to hyperventilate. "Oh! Omigod, omigod! Oh! I'm gonna..."

This time I yanked on her hair, making her stop with a loud gasp. "No, you're not," I said firmly. "Not until I say so."

I continued to hold her head up by her hair as she sobbed and fought down the orgasm that was threatening to overwhelm her. At last, with another long, sighing "Ohhhhhhh...", she subsided. I gently lowered her head to the floor and released her. After a moment she whispered, "Thank you, Sir."

"Only good little girls are allowed to come," I told her. "Are you a good little girl?"

"N-no, Sir."

"Then what are you?"

"I'm a bad little girl, Sir."

She took another moment to recover, then continued, in a much stronger voice, "I'm a bad little girl and I deserve to be punished - OW!" My hand slapping her now-exposed behind made a much louder sound that echoed slightly in the room, and she cried out again and again as I gave her five more: "OW! Oh shit! OW! OW! Fuck, that really...OW! OWWWWW...! Jesus H. Fuck!"

I passed her another tissue as she continued to lie across my lap, sniffling and crying. She wiped her eyes with it before using it to blow her nose again, tossing the tissue aside afterward so that it lay next to the first one on the floor. Then, when her breathing had settled somewhat, she asked, in a small, quavering voice, "Could you please...show me again, Sir? I promise I won't...you know..."

I still had my phone out so I took a fresh picture of her behind, this one showing the outlines of my hand much more clearly against the reddened flesh. I zoomed in slightly, then bent down to slip the phone directly under her face. And while she was staring at the screen I used the time to run the palm of my hand lightly over her behind as if smoothing it, eliciting several whispers of "Oooooo..." from below me. This was followed by a long moan as I dragged the fingernails of both hands down her cheeks and then finally by cries of "Uh!" and "Oh god!" as I pinched each cheek between my thumbs and forefingers, making her writhe in my lap.

Her voice suddenly became louder - almost desperate: "Ahh! Please! Ohhh...I'm a bad little girl and I deserve to be punished! Punish me, Sir! OW! OW! Oh shit! OW! Spank me, Sir! OW! OW! OW! OW! Shit!... Fuck!... Oh god, yes!"

There wasn't even a moment's hesitation after the seventh slap on her behind. "Keep going! Please, Sir! I'M A BAD LITTLE GIRL AND I DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED, SIR!"

She writhed and whimpered and cried and shrieked as eight more slaps landed hard on her behind.

Then nine more.

By this point she was sobbing and moaning and babbling incoherently. I bent down and retrieved my phone, wiping it off on her behind before opening the camera app again. She gasped as I pushed her right leg off my lap, causing her legs to spread as far as her pants, now down around her ankles, would allow. I took a picture of the now soaking-wet crotch of her panties, pulled tight between her pussy lips, with curly wisps of red-gold hair peeking out from under the elastic, and then placed the phone beneath her face once more.

There was a long, drawn-out groan: "OHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh...god!"

I said, "One word at a time, little girl."

Unable to speak at the moment, she managed to nod. She took a few quick, sobbing breaths and then began.

"I'm..."

Whack! I slapped one ass-cheek, and at the same time grabbed the elastic of her panties with my free hand and gave it a good tug, yanking the crotch between her pussy lips.

She barely muffled a scream, clapping both hands over her mouth. But then she lowered them to the floor again and continued.

"A..."

Whack! Another slap and simultaneous yank.

"Ah! Oh god!" Her hips were twitching in my lap and she had to use the foot which was now on the floor to steady herself. "Uhhh! B-bad..."

Whack! I yanked up on her panties once more, this time slipping my fingers through the leg-holes on each side and jerking the crotch of her panties back and forth.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck! Oh god, please hurry, Sir! LITTLE!"

Whack! And from that point on the pace and intensity grew quickly as we both gave ourselves over completely.

"GIRL!"

Whack!

"UHHH! AND!"

Whack!

"I!"

Whack!

"DESERVE!"

Whack!

"TO!"

Whack!

"BEeeeee...!"

Whack!

"PUNISHED! I deserve to be PUNISHED, SIR!"

Whack!

"AH! GOD! Thank you, Sir! Please, please, may I come now, Sir? Oh god, please, Sir!"

She was literally thrusting her hips up and down in my lap, though I'm not sure she was conscious of it. Thoroughly aroused myself, I was tempted to slip my hand between her legs and give her the orgasm she so desperately craved.

But I held back. Instead, I pushed her remaining leg off my lap and she crumpled to the floor, curling into a ball and whimpering, "Please, please...I can't...oh, god, please..."

I took her by the wrists and carefully pulled her into a kneeling position and from there slowly upward until she was just barely standing, still sobbing, her legs trembling. I took another tissue and gently patted her face dry, then held the tissue to her nose so that she could blow once more.

Dropping the tissue to the floor, I took her by both hands and waited until she looked up at me.

"Bad little girls get corner-time," I said softly, using her hands to turn her and pull her towards an empty corner of the room. She came along, apparently dazed, taking the small, shuffling steps required by the pants around her ankles. I led her into the corner, then raised her hands and placed them behind her head. Stepping out from in front of her, I placed one hand between her shoulder blades and guided her further into the corner until her elbows were touching the two walls.

I used one foot to spread hers as far apart as her pants would allow. Then, as a final touch, I hooked my thumbs in the elastic of her panties and slowly lowered them until they were stretched tightly between her thighs.

"Ohhhh..." she breathed, as she felt them sliding downward, but she said nothing else.

I retrieved my phone and took a full-length picture of her in that position, and then a closer one, from the waist down. Then I slipped my hand under her arm and held the screen in front of her face, toggling between the two pictures.

She literally began to quiver where she stood, unable to speak, aside from repeating an incoherent sound: "Nn! Nn! Nn!" After several seconds she finally managed, "Please, Sir! Oh god, please may I come now, Sir! I can't...oh god, please, please, please..." before trailing off into a long, low moan.

Without replying I retrieved my phone, turned and headed back towards my chair, expecting to let her enjoy begging for a little while longer. But Laurie had turned and followed me, despite the restraints of her jeans and panties, shuffling up behind me and seizing me by my shoulders. Turning me around so that we were face-to-face, she stared at me, her eyes crazed, and said, "I'm sorry for being such a bad little girl, Sir."

Then she fell to her knees and began fumbling at my belt-buckle with shaking hands, somehow managing to open and unzip my pants and then yanking them down, along with my underwear.

She stared at my upright cock for several seconds. Then, looking up at me, she repeated, "I'm sorry for being such a bad little girl, Sir," before seizing my cock with both hands and taking the head into her mouth.

She was so frantic in her movements that at first it wasn't a very pleasurable experience at all for me; her hands were squeezing my shaft tightly and she was trying to say "I'm sorry for being such a bad little girl, Sir," while simultaneously using her lips and tongue to kiss and lick the head of my cock. She stared up into my eyes as if hypnotized while she continued.

I had completely forgotten that I was still holding my phone in my hand until Laurie suddenly seized my wrist and pulled my hand over until the phone was directly over her face. "Please..." was all she said.

So I began recording a video, and as soon as Laurie saw the light come on she looked into the camera and repeated once more, "I'm sorry for being such a bad little girl, Sir," before lowering her head and taking me into her mouth once more, moaning as she did so.

She released my wrist and lowered her hand until it was between her legs. She made a high-pitched squealing sound as she found her clitoris but continued to pleasure me with her mouth and other hand, looking into the camera the entire time, occasionally pulling back just long enough to gasp, "Bad little girl, Sir!" before continuing.

Given everything else that had happened that evening, this couldn't go on for long, and it didn't. By this time I had my free hand on the back of her head and I was thrusting into her mouth. Laurie was grunting and whimpering and gagging slightly, tears running down her cheeks, as she continued to stroke and finger herself.

When the climax came it was nearly simultaneous. As soon as Laurie heard my groan of pleasure and felt me spurting into her mouth she pulled back so that the rest of my semen would land on her face. And as the first drops fell on her she began to shake uncontrollably and her mouth fell open in a shuddering cry as she went into orgasm. She did her best to continue looking into the camera but lost all control and literally fell over onto her side, curling into a quivering, moaning ball.

I continued recording the video for a moment longer, slowly zooming in on her face before turning off the camera and slipping the phone back into my pocket. Then after straightening and zipping up my pants I bent down and stroked her hair gently for a while before taking her by the hands and helping her to her feet.

Her shoes had both fallen off and her pants and underwear had long since fallen around her ankles, so I helped her to step out of them, leaving her wearing only a pair of dark orange knee-socks from the waist down. I gave her a quick hug and led her into my bedroom, where I had her lie face-down on the bed. I stepped quickly into the bathroom, returning with a container of skin lotion and a washcloth soaked in cool water, with which I gently soothed her sore and reddened behind. She responded with an occasional muffled "Mmm..." and then fell silent.

When I was done I bent down and inquired softly if she was doing okay, but her slow, deep breathing told me that she had fallen asleep. I was quite tired from my efforts as well, so I lay down beside her and pulled the covers up over us.

When I awoke, at a little after two in the morning, she was gone. But she had left a note on her pillow:

This was wonderful. Thank you, Sir.

But I came without your permission.

I'm a bad little girl and I deserve to be punished.

Tonight? Please, Sir?

Kisses, -Laurie

P.S. Will you please send me the pictures and the video you took, Sir? And maybe we can look at them together tonight? I'd really like that, Sir.

It looked as though I had a busy weekend ahead.