Trish was understandably nervous. She had been anticipating this moment for a long time and having come half way across the world, she was hardly going to back out now. But her feelings were to say the least ambivalent as the moment of truth approached and although she was deliciously excited, she was also more than a little apprehensive about what was about to take place. Could she really have volunteered for this? I mean, spanking wouldn’t have been used for so many years as a punishment for naughty children unless it was painful, embarrassing, unpleasant - something to be avoided in the future - who would actually volunteer to let that happen to them? It certainly hadn’t happened much to Tricia when she was growing up. Alright, her mother had occasionally threatened her with a well smacked bottom and she might have had the odd tap on the legs as a very young child - but a formal, ritualistic, bare bottom spanking - unheard of and there was no corporal punishment in her school. Though thinking back there had been times when the teenage Trisha had wished someone would have put her across their knee (although in truth she hadn’t been an especially naughty or rebellious girl). As she was growing up, any time spanking had appeared in comics, kids stories, TV shows or movies, Trisha had always noticed her heart racing and had blushed with embarrassment if other people were around...very carefully.
Trish had checked into the hotel the night before on business. As such, she had already laid out all her "spanking clothes" on the bed. She and David had pre-agreed that this was to be a “schoolgirl” spanking and she had acceded to all of his "uniform requirements" - well nearly all - there was no way she would be caught dead wearing plain cotton panties however much he had a thing about spanking the seat of them and insisted it was more “realistic”. So Trish had got her wish to wear some high class underwear under her school uniform, so long as it adequately covered her bottom –but that was the only concession.
Trish started to think long and hard about how much it was going to hurt. The idea of a formal spanking might have been exciting back in New Zealand six months ago when it was just a fantasy, but bloody hell, now it was really going to happen. As if that wasn’t bad enough a man whom she had never met was going to be lifting her skirt, baring her bottom and doubtless, seeing everything between the bottom cheeks as she lay over his knee. Just as she had in childhood, Trisha began to blush with embarrassment at the very thought of all this, yet found herself strangely excited and distractable at the same time. She looked up from the table and David, who she recognised from the photos they had exchanged was standing there. "Hello young lady. I have heard all about your behaviour and I have to say I am disappointed" he said calmly before drawing up a chair at the table Trisha occupied in the hotel bar. Reflexively she bit her lip "no getting out of this now I suppose?" she enquired meekly and slightly pleadingly. But they both knew that getting out of this was the last thing she needed - even if it was what at that moment she wanted
For half an hour of so, Trish and David chatted and laughed over a glass of wine or two, but already felt fairly comfortable in each other's company - having enjoyed many an email exchange and the odd pricey but well worth it phone conversation. By now, she was relaxed and knew she was going to go through with it. It was really going to happen. They had agreed well in advance that for this first ever spanking, Trisha wanted to dress and feel like a naughty teen - still at school - sexually knowing, full of girlish tricks, a handful and clearly in need of taking down a peg or two before her behaviour got totally out of hand. He sensed from the mood that the time was right and, on a sixpence, David's mood and body language changed. "You know what needs to happen now don’t you, young lady" he announced with quiet menace. "Young lady"...that phrase had an odd effect on Trish and had her squirming in her seat uneasily. No one ever really said that to a girl unless she was in some kind of trouble and there was a bit of her inside - the serious, accomplished professional woman that was a little affronted that anyone would use that kind of language with her - yet another that yearned to be taken in hand.
"You know what we agreed and I am going to make sure it happens, my girl". "Now get up to the room and get ready. I will be there in 15 minutes". With that, Trish slowly, hesitantly, resignedly picked up her coat and bag and headed for the elevator, slightly dreading what was to come but knowing that she wouldn’t...couldn’t get out of it. The walk along the corridor to the room felt like the longest walk of her life: the “walk of shame”. Soon her bottom would be red and bare and she knew it.
On the bed, there was a straight navy blue school skirt (although both Trish and David liked swishy pleated items and little summer dresses, for these purposes, a straight skirt did have the advantage that he could thoroughly spank her bottom through the taut material and could have fund easing it over her hips once he had decided she had too much protection), a pair of over the knee white socks (how appropriate) and an official uniform blouse. David had been quite clear in that if Trish was going to behave like a naughty 17 year old sixth former, she might as well get into character and dress like one
"Shit is that the time" she thought - realising that 7 of her 15 minutes had already gone and she hurriedly changed out of her regular clothes and into her uniform. She also put her hair up into a ponytail - not only cheekier and more girlish but let’s face it - where she was going there might be a lot of hair flopping down over her eyes if she hadn’t.
Trish smoothed her skirt down, adjusted her crisp white blouse and caught sight of herself in a mirror. She really had become the very image of a bratty teen. She popped a piece of gum into her mouth to complete the transformation.
They had agreed in advance that David would come in and catch her - having bunked off school for the day, lolling around on the bed, flipping through magazines, drinking alcohol and generally behaving in a way that did not befit a young lady of her age.
"Only 1 minute to go now, she thought looking anxiously at her watch. Its really going to happen" Her buttocks began to twitch - involuntary relaxing and contracting, encased in the fitted skirt and brand new smart panties and she could feel a wave of excitement radiating out from her little puckered anus and round to her pussy at the thought of what was soon to take place. God knows, she had dreamt about it for long enough, but now reality was about to hit and she was intensely aware of just how embarrassed, vulnerable and exposed she was about to become. Those same buttocks, those same panties, that same little rosebud and those same hairless lips would soon all be on display and she would be experiencing a build up of smarting pain in her bared bottom. She took a swig of Chardonnay from the glass on the bedside table and as she did so the door of the hotel suite swung open. "Well, well, well, what have we here?. Aren’t you supposed to be at school. Missy?"
It was time for Trish to pay.
Trish gulped. Her mouth dried. She really did feel every inch the teenage girl who had been caught bunking off school. She had almost forgotten that in real life she was a high powered businesswoman. David was dressed in a smart dark suit - contrasting with Trish's girlish attire and making her feel even smaller and more in trouble than ever. "What's this then?" he intoned...striding over towards the half drunk bottle of wine and the glass with tell-tale lipstick marks on the rim. "You know, young lady that you are far too young to be drinking. And why the hell aren’t you in school? We had agreed, had we not, that whilst your parents were away, I was to be in loco parentis. And I had their full permission to do whatever was required to keep you in line. And you do remember what happened when I had to cancel important meetings, take the afternoon off work and come to the school when you were caught hanging out in the shopping mall with your bratty friends during a school day. WELL?...." "Y...y..you made me promise that the behaviour wouldn’t be repeated" "Yes Trish, that’s right. And yet only one month later, here we are again. Do you remember anything else we discussed, you cheeky little girl?" Trish, pretending she couldn’t (although she did full well)..."No..I d...don’t think so" -her stomach now in knots. "Well, let me remind you. What I said was that if there was any repeat of this behaviour I would have to resort to traditional methods." "Traditional methods?" gulped the by now blushing girl. (And although she was 32 at this moment, she did feel like a girl again and a very naughty one who had been found out) "Yes. It’s a sorry state of affairs we have come to with you being 17 and almost off to University, but I am afraid so. Your parents may be very liberal, but I have raised daughters of my own and they were no strangers to a well smacked BARE BOTTOM. And all the better for it too" "BARE BOTTOM?" thought Trish by now in s state of panic - utterly forgetting at this point who she was in adult life and instinctively heading to the safety of a locked bathroom door. "Where do you think you are going young lady?" asked David with a quiet yet purposefully menacing air. As Trish passed, he grabbed her wrist in a steely grip drawing her away from the bathroom door and towards him. Simultaneously, with his free hand, he pulled a chair to the middle of the room - a chair with a high seat, a sturdy back and no arms. By now Trish was in no doubt about what was to happen and she was beginning to wonder why she had been so foolish as to sign up for this.
Trish found herself suddenly and unexpectedly on the move, there was no getting away from that grip and in one seamless movement, David had parked himself on the chair and upended the unfortunate young woman. She couldn’t even figure out how she had ended up in this position, but in it she was. The toes of her sensible school shoes were tantalisingly close to the ground but so high was the chair, so stretched her body that she couldn’t get them down on to the carpet. Her fingers could just about brush the plush hotel carpet - of which she now had an intimate view. From where she was, she could also see David's black shoes and the underside of the sturdy wooden chair. As she looked back further, she could see her own long-white-socked legs kicking in the breeze. There was absolutely no doubt at this jacknifed angle that young Trish's bottom was very much the highest point of her body - and boy was she suddenly conscious of that. David let go of her wrist and she began to kick in a half- hearted attempt to escape her fate. He placed his left hand firmly and deliberately on the small of her back and his right smoothed the material of the skirt which was now tightly encasing her bent bottom. "Right then, my girl, we'll see if you think it’s so big and clever to play truant in future". Trish tensed, her back arching, her bottom involuntarily rising to meet the stroking hand. David drew his hand back and she could feel it momentarily leaving her bottom. Then, with no warning it came fizzing through the air to land with a pistol-like report on her right buttock. "Not too bad" she thought for all of half a second, until a distinctly warm feeling swept throughout that cheek, making her gasp. Just as she was collecting her thoughts and equally determined spank rang out as the man's hand landed just as firmly on her left cheek. Trish’s punishment had begun in earnest.
Trish hadn’t been prepared for this. I mean, she had certainly been feeling sexy and naughty for days at the prospect of this first much longed for spanking at the hands of an attractive, intelligent and assertive man who understood her needs and fantasies well. She had also loved every minute of the immediate build up to her spanking. But now here she was, with a man's hand landing firmly, insistently, crisply and repeatedly on every inch of her skirted bottom. The spanks were raining down thick and fast - maybe 20 a minute, systematically working every inch of the taut navy blue material - first right, then left, then right across the crack of her buttocks. David, a veteran of disciplining errant young ladies, very deliberately varied the intensity of the strokes, making sure to warm the whole target area. Sometimes letting his punishing hand linger for a moment more than was strictly necessary, sometimes deliberately spanking upwards to cup and slightly part the cheeks, stimulating, as he well knew, the tender and by now moist areas between Trish's cheeks. Then mixing the sensual strokes with really hard smacks which took Trish's breath away with their force. As each spank was sent home, he could see the material of the skirt move and shudder, the vent at the bottom slightly flying open with each blow. He could also see Trish’s legs rather desperately kicking - but to no avail. This young lady had it coming to her and she was going nowhere. Our heroine, meanwhile, noticed that although her bottom was thoroughly warmed that she was strangely acclimatising and even beginning to enjoy the experience. She was almost - against her better judgement, willing him to spank harder. Under her breath she was thinking "come on, spank me, punish me, tan me I have been bad and I deserve it. " But she was too smart to say this.
David had seen it all before and realised that the skirt spanking wasn’t going to be enough. Besides which the ritual of raising a young lady’s skirt for punishment was one his favourite parts of the whole process. And he also realised that to be effective, punishment must be embarrassing as well as painful. And what could be more embarrassing for a naughty girl than to have a man take her skirt up and put her knickers on show. “Right, too much protection young lady. Its high time this came up” “No please don’t do that. Its not fair” begged the mischievous Australian girl. “you shouldn’t be doing this, I am too old for this”.. her breathing pattern speeding up. Somehow, she wasn’t play acting. Something had switched in her head. She really did feel like she was a teen again and that this was the most embarrassing thing that could happen. “Save your protests. You are here for punishment and because of your behaviour, you have forfeited the right to modesty. Behave like a naughty little girl and you will be treated like one” with that, David reached down putting one hand on each side of the skirt hem. Even before he had raised the garment an inch, Trish had reached back and was holding onto the hem for dear life. “Take your hand away. We don’t want to rip the skirt now do we?” “take it away girl. I told you you would be punished and you will” “now I will count to three”. Trish would budge. David slapped her hand causing her to release her grip and then he grabbed her wrist very firmly holding it to her side. She began to kick her legs furiously but to no avail. With his free right hand, David got on with the business in hand “at last!” he sighed ruefully. The skirt was firmly grabbed and soon made its way north, swagging slightly at the back as it did so and eventually revealing some expensive pink silk knickers “certainly not regulation school knickers my girl and certainly not appropriate for a girl of your tender years, no wonder the school think you are a rebel” No, No, No you shouldn’t be seeing them! Put my skirt back down please. You can spank me harder on the skirt if you like but this is too much” “’Fraid not young lady”…”said David, deftly raising his right knee to tip the girl further over and elevate her hips so he could reach round to the front and get the skirt right up. And there it lay – totally invertedm makers label on show, with the hem warming her shoulders. By this stage the cheeks of her face were several shades more scarlet than those of her bottom. “Now I will let your wrist go if you promise no more shenanigans. Is that clear” “Yes, I suppose so” Pardon me young lady? “Yes sir” “Hmm better though I am not sure I believe your attitude has been adjusted.
He let the girl lie there in shame, admiring the view of her long legs, raised skirt and pleasing panties. But there was a job to be done and do it he must.
Once again, David set about his business with renewed zeal. His stinging palm worked every inch of Trish's thinly covered bottom cheeks, the speed, intensity and angle constantly varying so she couldn’t anticipate what was coming next. Once again, he used all his expertise to mix pure pain and punishment with pleasure, carefully landing blows down in the tender area between the cheeks and gently splitting them with each spank - spreading more waves of excitement through Trish's slightly splayed anus and through to her swollen pussy lips. All the time he was lecturing her about her misbehaviour and remaining very much "in role". "Young lady”...”naughty girl”...”brat”...”good sound spanking” “smacked bottom”...”teach you a good lesson”...”warm your panties”....”I hope you are ashamed of yourself in this position"...leaving her in no doubt as to why she found herself so rudely upended and exposed. Then..after an especially hard spank, he removed his left hand from the small of her back and the spanking ceased. Poor Trish's bottom was ablaze underneath those expensive and carefully chosen panties. Her cheeks were involuntarily clenching and relaxing and although she was most definitely excited she also had tears beginning to well up. "Right young lady!" "Up you get" ..Trish was confused. Surely he was going to spank her on the bare bottom wasn’t he? Why was he letting her off?
Trish...trying to maintain some semblance of dignity clambered off David's lap, staggering and dizzy. As she got to her feet, she was painfully aware of her throbbing buttocks but also of the fact that her skirt - being tailored, was still up over her back. She instinctively began to tug it down. "What do you think you are doing Miss?. Leave that alone immediately!"....Trish stood, face blushing scarlet and shifted uneasily from foot to foot, once again biting her lip. "Get to that corner and put your hands on your head. Nose right against the wall, young lady"....Trish, by now unnerved by the uncertainty of what was to come and feeling 12 never mind 17 meekly complied, ensuring her nose was right against the expensive hotel wallpaper. And there she stood skirt rudely raised, distinctly warm panties on show and feeling very sorry that she had been so mischievous.
As Trish stood in the corner, feeling every inch like a well-punished schoolgirl, she could hear David pacing the room - though she didn’t dare look round. He well understood the value of creating a little uncertainty in a girl's mind. He was thoroughly enjoying the effects of the change in her attitude which had, a few minutes into the spanking, led to the headstrong young woman now standing compliantly in a corner with her bottom on show. He also suspected it wouldn’t be long before the little madam became huffy and sulky, which would needless to say give him the perfect excuse to prosecute his real aim - which was to get to her bare bottom - of course the punishment wasn’t over - the very thought. Besides which, he wanted to ensure that she had carried out to the letter his instructions that there was to be no hair in sight - either on her pussy lips or in the valley and rosebud between her bottom cheeks. Still, he was going to take his time and enjoy his current control of the situation. After all, it had taken several months of chatting and a long flight for them to meet and he wanted to savour the occasion.
"How long is this going to go on? I have learnt my lesson haven’t I" "Did I ask you to speak, young lady?" "No but this is ridiculous. I am a grown woman you know!" David, suddenly determined to quell this insurrection strode purposefully towards Trish whose heart started to race as she could hear his determined footfall get closer and closer until she could feel his breath on her neck. "SWACK! SWACK!" two very hard spanks landed on the girl's now cooling buttocks, leaving finger marks just at the edge of her silky underwear. "You have behaved like a naughty girl and that is how you will be treated until I am satisfied that you have learnt your lesson. I am afraid your bottom is neither red nor hot enough for you to have learnt that lesson in my judgment and unfortunately for you right now little Miss Australia, is is my judgment that counts right now" "SWACK!" a further equally hard spank landed right across the crack of her bottom and made her whole body shudder "Shit!" she exclaimed involuntarily and defiantly turned round with a swish of her ponytail. "Right, that’s it young lady. You asked for this!" David, with no ceremony, grabbed Trish's wrist very firmly and marched her back to the chair in the middle of the room - the worried girl dragging her heels. He sat down and used his size and strength to upend her over his knee in an instant. "Its high time you learnt a proper lesson. And that can only mean one thing. You need your BARE BOTTOM spanked"
Trish could feel David's right hand grabbing the waistband of her panties. She let out a sharp breath at the thought of what was to happen but this time he had pre-empted any attempts for her to reach back and had positioned her so that this was impossible. “Noooo. Pleeez. Pleez…Noooo don’t take them down I’ll be good I promise”, she beseeched. In that moment as she bucked and kicked and tried everything she could to get her hand round to her knickers and prevent them coming down, he almost began to feel sorry for her. He was by nature kindly and considerate rather than cruel and sadistic and what man wouldn’t be moved by an attractive young lady apparently in distress. He quickly forced himself to banish such thoughts, which would only have the effect of leaving the girl half-spanked. H must compose himself. There was a naughty girl to be punished and punished she must be. Besides which, a scarlet bottom atop kicking legs was only going to enhance his viewing pleasure. And Trish hadn’t come all this way not to find out what a good old fashioned bare bottom spanking was really like.
In one swift movement, he tugged the expensive underwear clear of her waist and the panties brushed her buttocks before coming to rest - just as inverted as Trish's skirt, stretched tautly around her thighs. Trish's pink bottom was now beautifully framed between the hem of her white blouse and the panties. As she looked back under the chair legs, she was painfully aware that her bottom had been bared as she could see the panties stretched around her own thighs. She was equally aware that it was the highest point of her body and was very much the target for David's attentions - in fact the centre of his attentions. To her horror, Trish also began to feel the cooling air from the fan playing between her bottom cheeks as the fan's arc swept around the room. She suddenly realised how exposed and vulnerable she was.
Meanwhile, David could see every detail, every ridge of Trish's exposed and girlish anus involuntarily twitching, puckering, gently opening and closing. And just below, the fleshy labia peeping out from under the bottom. True to her word, Trish was completely smooth in both regions - not only making her look every inch the naughty schoolgirl, but also giving David a sight that he would remember for a long time.
What followed was the mother and father of all bottom smackings. David’s insistent palm punished, stung every area of Trish’s bottom. Although the knickers were insubstantial they had offered a measure of protection against the punishing palm and a measure of modesty, but now they had gone south and were doing now more than framing the target area. David spanked resolutely sometimes with a rapid precise rhythm alternating from cheek to cheek, sometimes landing clusters of spanks in one area to build the intensity, then raining spanks down right across the bottom crack or spanking upwards, hand cupped to punish the undercurves of the bottom slightly splitting the cheeks as each blow landed, sometimes backing off the force to give the girl some respite, then unpredictably throwing in a real stinger or two. As he spanked, she kicked initially and her panties slid down to her ankles. She also instinctively went further and further over his knee so she really was dangling and the curvature of her bottom cheeks rendered them even more exposed and vulnerable and explicit than before. By this stage she was off balance in every sense, not knowing where the next spank was going to land and her whole bottom was a seething crimson mass, feeling like it had been stung by a swarm of bees (and those Aussie bees could sting!). David too had crossed a line into actually feeling like the angry uncle punishing a recalcitrant niece. Still, the girl was beginning to sob gently. And like most men, he didn’t like tears. She must have had enough. He released his grip on her and let her lay limply, a well spanked and sorry young lady, sighing and sobbing softly to herself.
“Right, up you get” he implored gently. “And lets have no more of this behaviour” “Have you truly learnt your lesson “Yyyyess I really have…” “Will you be truanting again” “I promise I wont”…”Well I suppose I believe you, but if there is any repeat it will be my strap is that clear” “Oh there wont be a repeat, that hand-spanking was quite enough and I certainly don’t want to be strapped”.
Later, after dinner in the hotel bar, Trish now back in her adult clothes and every inch the elegant and intelligent grown woman she was, the imp of the perverse grabbed her as she sat shifting slightly uneasily on her punished bottom cheeks – which were now pleasingly warm and tender with a nice afterburn. “You are a pervy old bastard though aren’t you” “Well you are.” She announced, poking her tongue out and speaking slightly too loudly on purpose to ensure that the nearby guests could be scandalised “I mean, spanking a girls bottom like that”…David saw a chance and a need for more discipline. He reached over to Trish and whispered menacingly in her ear “Remember that strapping I threatened you with? Well you have earned it now” He summoned the waiter and settled up. Trish said nothing but looked suddenly less like the sassy bratty minx and more like a worried young woman. David pointed to the elevator (which if the other guests weren’t curious before would certainly have got them thinking…but just retribution for Trish’s attention seeking behaviour)
In the room as the door closed, Trish was lectured sternly about her bratting behaviour. Not this time the school uniform, but an elegant red dress, jewellery, heels, stockings. Not this time a ponytail but hair up. “I don’t care how grown up you think you are, you behaved like a brat and you will be punished like one. Now go over to that bed, place all the pillows on the end of it and put yourself over. I will deal with you in a second”. Trish couldn’t believe what she was hearing and stomped and pouted over to the bed. However, she didn’t want to make things worse for herself as she still remembered her spanking. Halfway through stacking up the pillows she turned round “do I have to do this. This is crazy…I would rather put my uniform back on if you need to punish me” “Just do it girl, and quickly or its extra strokes” “extra strokes of THE STRAP – remember”. Still in a huff, Trish dumped herself over the pillows, toes just about touching the carpet and waited.
David nonchalantly went about his business, pouring himself a glass of scotch, undoing the cufflink on his right sleeve and rolling it up in preparation for what was to come. He also produced from his "punishment bag" a flexible handcrafted brown strap - which he laid carefully on the king sized bed a foot in front of her. He knew that it wasn’t a particularly heavy or painful implement, but he also knew that Trish, who was already struggling with her first well-smacked bottom was going to get very nervous if she caught sight of it. And by placing it where he had, he could guarantee that she would. She lifted her eyes out from the duvet where they were buried and from the mass of carefully teased and tousled hair and saw the implement. “Oh my god, you cant use that on me” “I can,,,and I will”
He took the strap from the bed then moved to Trish’s right so that the tip of the strap would impact on the middle of her right cheek when it did land. “I don’t see why I should waste my time and effort baring your bottom..you can do it and do it quickly” this was hellish and totally unacceptable thought Trish – it was bad enough him doing it but presenting her own bottom for punishment….outrageous.”I haven’t got all night young lady. Lets get this over with”…With a huffy, almost French insouciance, Trish reached back and flipped her own red dress right up. The view of heels, stocking tops and knickers was a very enticing one and eminently punishable but David was sure Trish didn’t see it that way…”And the rest... “reluctantly and in little position to argue, she reached back once again and equally huffily and sulkily took her own panties down to her knees before positioning herself back over the pillows. “Good, now lets get this over with shall we?
David aimed the implement squarely across the middle of the bending girls exposed buttocks, by no means using his full force but leaving a broad pink stripe across them. Bravely, defiantly, she stayed in place - perhaps even secretly enjoying the caress of the leather and the fact that she was now at least taking a big girl's punishment and not a nursery-style over the knee spanking. David fizzed the second stroke down much harder, on the undercurves of Trish's bottom, leaving a stripe just parallel to the first one. She instinctively reached back and began to rub "Excuse me - what did I tell you young lady? Hands back in front - at once" "Any repeat and it will be extra - do you hear me?" "Yes Sir"...before the unfortunate girl had had the chance to compose herself the third stroke landed - just above the first two and Trish began to write around on the pillows, grinding her front into them. Her bottom cheeks were also opening and closing - once again showing to full advantage the utterly rude area between them.
David strode to her right hand side and equally carefully landed two more strokes with the tip of the strap landing on the left cheek - he wanted to make sure that Trish's bottom was evenly striped. "Now then Missy. You will remember that I promised you eight strokes instead of the original six on account of your wanton disobedience and talking back" "Oh shit!" ,thought Trish who had by now forgotten that threat. Well, I have decided that if you manage to take the final one without gettting up, calling out or covering your bottom, I will let you off the final two. But you have to take it like a big girl and I am going to make sure it hurts. "OK" came back the muffled voice "I think you mean "yes sir!" don’t you" "yes sir" she hastily concurred. "Well then, let’s make this final stroke one you remember for a long time and I sincerely hope you have learnt an effective lesson today"
David moved back to Trish's left and waited, and waited and waited, till the stripes were beginning to fade. He wanted her apprehensive and he wanted her all too well aware of the exposed and vulnerable state of her bottom. He then took careful aim - raising the strap high above his right shoulder and lashed it down with all the force he could muster - right across all the stripes from the previous strokes. Trish let out a yelp of pain and one or two softer whimpers. It took all of her will not to leap right up and start rubbing her bottom - but she stayed in place.
"Right, now let’s have no more of this behaviour my girl" exhorted David. "Are you sorry for your behaviour?" "Y...Yess Sir" "Right then, into the corner with you so you can think about just how naughty you have been.
Trish eased herself off the pillows and dutifully made her way back to the corner, where she stood for a full ten minutes.
Maybe, after her first spanking, she then received a thorough cooling massage of her bottom cheeks and all the tender girlish areas in between. But then again...thats another story.
