Today’s Wednesday and Lurvspanking’s back with a wicked tale of a very special kind of auction… Go read it!
Khalisah al-Jilani, for those not familiar with the MassEffect series of games, is a journalist. And a damn annoying one at that, very hostile in her on-camera interviews with you, the protagonist, and always trying to paint you into a corner. She appears in the 3 first games of the series and never gets less infuriating… Ever since I first stumbled into her web of lies and deceits, I’ve been thinking that she deserved a good spanking… On camera of course!
*SMACK!* the first slap fell and Laura cried out as her eyes watered instantly. *SMACK!* another, just as hard ; she clenched her teeth, moaning painfully as the next ten fell in a quick succession over her short skirt. Way too short, she thought as she lay across her teacher’s lap, the top of her stockings already peeking out from under the blue tartan fabric.
Laura had always been tall, and even now in college she was among the tallests in her class. That had gotten her some attention over the years but never had she regretted more than that morning as she was taking her final in a crowded room and thought herself safe from the eyes of her teachers.
She had thought she would get away with a little help sheet, just a few formulae to help her out. She had thought she wouldn’t be noticed. She had thought she would get away with it. She had thought wrong, of course.
As she was giving her work back, her teacher had taken Laura aside and informed her he would be failing her, and that she could try her luck again the next year. Her head bowed, blushing, tears in her eyes, she had begged quietly, tried to explain herself, promised she would do anything, but it was all to no avail.
Laura had decided to wait in the corridor until all the other students had gone, and had gone back inside to try her luck on last time. Her teacher and the other two that were helping him that day stared at her when she entered the room and walked to them. She couldn’t have been more ashamed —or so she thought at the time.
*SMACK!* the slaps continued to rain down on her barely covered bottom, pain and heat building up rapidly as her teacher scolded her for daring to cheat, having the nerve to ask for leniency, her skimpy outfit, everything. She cried more out of shame than out of pain, the thought of disappointing him even worse than simply failing her class.
He got her skirt up with a quick pull and instantly resumed her punishment, her little light-pink thong offering no protection at all. The two other teachers still hadn’t left the room, and were going to great lengths to go in every row and check that no student had forgotten a pen or an article of clothing, or anything really. She could feel their gaze on her long legs, her red, burning bottom. And still the spanking went on, harsh and unforgiving.
Her thong went down and so did the tears on her face, abundant now. She could feel the bulge in her teacher’s trousers as he continued berating her and slamming his palm on her already crimson behind. She couldn’t even understand what he was saying anymore, the pain overwhelming all her other senses. She moaned, loudly, she cried, she begged. Spank after hard spank rained down on her slender cheeks in a continuous shower, leaving not a single spot unblemished. It seemed to her it went on forever until, at last, he stopped.
He got her up from over his knees and pointed to the desk.
“I’ll give you one hour to retake the exam,” he said, and she nodded, sniffling and trying to wipe the tears off her cheeks. She didn’t dare rubbing her bottom for fear he would take her over his lap again.
“However,” he continued, “you will take it standing at that desk, with your skirt up and your…” he shook his head, “…thong down.”
She blushed. “But sir…”
“I’m not done!” he cut her, and got up, taking his belt of with metallic click, “You will be getting sixty strokes of the belt, one for every minute I give you.”
Laura felt a shiver go up her spine and her hand flew to her bottom. “I…”
“Last chance, miss Spencer. You can walk away and fail your exam, it’s all the same to me.”
Head bowed, she walked over to the desk. He got a fresh paper out of his briefcase and put it down before her. She assumed the position: bent over the desk, a pen in her hand and her throbbing bottom up. She could barely see the paper through the tears.
Her teacher got behind her, his belt held in a loop in his hand. He raised his arm high.
“Your test begins… Now!”
She was nervously twisting her hair around her finger, pinching her lips, not daring to speak.
“So, Zoey, what is it?” her girlfriend asked, raising an eyebrow behind her glasses.
“I just…” she started, and then mumbled inaudibly. Her girlfriend, Sarah, passed a hand in her hair.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” she said.
“Yes, I know… I…”
Sarah waited, not saying a word. It was the first time Zoey had seemed so hesitant to tell her something. Finally, she asked again, “Is something wrong? Did something happen?”
“No, no, nothing happened… It’s just…”
“I haven’t told you everything… about me?”
“About you? What, are you a criminal mastermind hellbent on world domination or something?” she laughed.
Zoey pouted, “I’m being serious…”
Sarah smiles and offered her hands up in apology. “All right, all right, tell me, then…”
Zoey took a deep breath “Iwouldlikeyoutospankmeplease” she said in one go.
“Wait, wait, what?” Sarah laughed again, “Said it again, slooooowly, all right?” She knew that the more nervous she got, the faster her little lovebird would speak, but this was something else.
“I… would like you to… hum… spank me…” Zoey said, looking down at the floor, her eyes wide open and unblinking. Sarah’s mouth opened a little as her own eyes widened.
“You… want me to… spank you?” she repeated in disbelief. Zoey blushed hard.
“I told you I didn’t tell you everything about me,” she mumbled.
“So, like… Is that a fantasy of yours?” Sarah asked. Zoey nodded her head vigorously, not daring to speak. Her girlfriend pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose and crossed her arms over her ample chest, smiling.
“I see… So… Have you been a very naughty girl then?”
Zoey looked up at her, tears filling up her eyes. “You… You don’t mind?”
She shook her head and looked at her lovingly, “Oh honey… of course not! Why would you keep that to yourself?” She beckoned to her, patting the sofa’s cushion by her side. “Come here…”
“Yes ma’am…” Zoey answered.
“I think that keeping thing from your loving girlfriend and making her worry is a very serious situation, miss…”
Zoey nodded again. “Yes ma’am, that was quite bad of me…”
“There’s only one thing to do then… Trousers and panties down, and get over my lap, young lady,” she said with a smile, unable to keep a stern expression too long. Seeing Zoey all blushing and melting with shame and desire was enough to send waves of heat up her core.
The jeans went down to Zoey’s knees and the panties followed suit ; she lay across her lap, expectantly. Sarah rolled up her sleeve. She wasn’t about to disappoint her little lovebird.
By decree of his majesty the King, let it be know that Her Majesty the Royal Princess Adélaïde of France is to receive 30 strokes of the cane on her buttocks for her unruly behaviour during the reception with His Majesty Ferdinand VI, King of Spain.
Her father, His Majesty Louis XV, wishes it to be known throughout the Realm that he cherishes his renewed relations with the Crown of Spain and that none shall sully them.
The event will take place this coming Saturday in the Gardens of Versailles at three in the afternoon. Light food and refreshment shall be available for the honourable members of the court.
She closed the door to the chief’s office and sat in the offered seat. The desk was a mess of papers, pens, empty coffee cups and napkins. There was a plaque on display, it read : Capitaine Ballanger. He was looking at her, his fingers joined at the tip, his lips pursed in a moue of annoyance.
“Corinne, ” he said, “do you know why you’re here?”
The young policewoman shifted uncomfortably in her seat and scratched the back of her neck.
“I don’t know, monsieur, did something come up about the Durier case?”
“No, no, nothing yet, that’s not why I asked you here.”
“Oh,” she said simply and waited. The captain was a patient man, and he liked to take his time. He would get to the point eventually.
“There were… troubling reports about you, Corinne…”
“Troubling indeed,” he said, and got up from his chair. He walked around the desk and went to the window overlooking the open space in which the policemen were all at their busy work. He closed the venetian blinds and turned back to her. She hadn’t moved.
“There were calls, quite a number of them,” he continued laconically.
“Calls? About what?”
“About a policewoman spanking a young woman on the roadside!” he boomed, “Apparently, you put on quite a show. Do you have anything to say about that, lieutenant?”
“I…” she hesitated, unsure what to do, “I don’t think hearsay is…”
“Heresay? Do you think twenty people coordinated to call us and invent such a tale?”
“Did that… ‘young woman’ call you? Was there a formal complaint, monsieur?”
He didn’t answer, raising one finger up. He went to his desk and pressed a button on his phone. “She’s here with me now, Vincent,” he said, and let go of the button without waiting for an answer. A few seconds later there was a tap at the door and one of her colleagues entered, a very familiar young German girl in tow.
“Now, Corinne, do you recognise her at all?” he said with a mock grin.
She bit her lip, blushing. The other woman didn’t seem much more at ease.
“What were you trying to accomplish, lieutenant? Start a diplomatic incident with Germany?”
“I think you’re over-reacting a little…” she muttered,
“I beg your pardon, junior lieutenant?” he said, frowning.
“But sir… she was speeding, she had no papers and…”
“Do you have any record of that? Did you file any report? Any paperwork?”
“No, I mean… Huh…”
“Did you see anywhere in the law that you could just… Spank people at will? Is that your vision of justice?”
She was silent, head bowed. The captain went on:
“Thankfully for you, mademoiselle Fischer here doesn’t want to fill any claim against you…
Corinne kept looking at the floor, nodding shyly.
“However,” the captain continued, “I thought it was only fair that she would be present for this.”
She raised her head up at him. “This?” she asked.
“You thought there would be no consequences?”
“I… I suppose an official reprimand in in order, Capitaine but…”
“You’re getting a spanking, just like you thought fit to give the lady here, ” he gestured to the other policeman in the room, “Vincent, leave us.”
“But… but…” the young lieutenant said, her mouth agape with incredulity. The blond German, Emma Fischer, couldn’t help a cruel little smile.
“Get up, Corinne,” the captain said as he moved to clean a portion of his desk. “I think you know how these things go!”
She slowly rose, panic numbing her. She had never thought she would end up on the receiving side of a spanking… Especially not like this, in her boss’ office, in front of a total stranger… Well, maybe she was a little more than a stranger, but the reversal made it all the more humiliating.
“Hurry up, Corinne, I have other matters to attend to,” the captain growled, and she lay her arms and torso upon his desk as ordered. The fabric of her standard uniform trousers stretched over over round bottom, leaving little to the imagination as unflattering as they were said to be. The blond German was offered a seat, and she took it, wincing a little as she sat down and made herself comfortable for the show that was put on just for her.
The captain put a hand on the small of Corinne’s back and pinned her down on the table. She clenched her teeth and sore she wouldn’t give that mademoiselle Fischer the satisfaction of any cries or moans. Her boss patted her plump bottom a few times and *SMACK!*, he gave her the first real slap. Instantly, pain exploded in her bottom, her eyes widened, her fingers curled up into fist. *SMACK!* another, right on the same spot, and then another, and one more, *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*
There was barely a pause in between them, and she could feel the heat and pain building up. Then he switched side and *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*, proceeded to give it the same treatment. Her legs were trembling already, and it was all she could do not to try and cover her bottom. She felt her cheeks blushing more and more as her bottom was covered in slaps going from side to side now, setting her bottom on fire and shaming her with each blow. Everyone in the precinct could hear it, she was sure of it.
“Is that what you did to mademoiselle Fischer, Corinne?” the captain asked, pausing a moment. She was breathing heavily, trying not to let the tears flow.
“I… Y-yes, monsieur…”
The other girl cleared her throat. “You didn’t let me keep my trousers on…” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “That filthy little…” Corinne thought, but said nothing.
“Well?” the captain said, slapping her hard on her right cheek
He slapped her again, on the left, harder.
“Ooow… It’s true, it’s true, I…”
“Right…” the captain nodded, “Trousers down, lieutenant.”
“No arguing, Corinne, you know what you deserve.”
“Yes…” She closed her eyes and a tear rolled across her blushing cheeks. She got up with a moan of pain and undid her belt, put her equipment on the floor and slowly slid the trousers to the middle of her thighs. She had put on a simple white thong that wouldn’ t protect anything at all, and leave everything on display for the captain and their… guest… Her two large globes were a bright pink already. He was quite a muscular man, and quite evidently didn’t hold up his slaps. She got back into position over the desk.
She had always been a little hot-headed and she could clearly feel he was enjoying putting her back in her place. He was a nice enough superior, always polite and understanding, he seldom raised his voice. But he was clearly angry this time. She could feel a tingle of excitement between her legs and buried her face in her hands, trying not to think of her intimacy on display, barely hidden behind that tiny thong.
The captain rummaged in a cabinet and she felt something hard and cold patting against her buttocks. Was that…
“OooooOOooow!!” She couldn’t help it. The paddle had taken her completely by suprise and God, it hurt
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!” she cried out, and tapped her feet on the ground, trying in vain to get the pain to go away. “Please…”
The captain was not holding back.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaïe… Please, please…”
The tears were streaming now, and all she could do was beg for him to stop. She held the position, knowing that it would only get worse if she didn’t.
She clenched her teeth and buttcheeks.
She closed her eyes, breathing heavily.
She could feel the warmth between her legs. She knew she was wet as a fountain. She had never felt so much pain and yet…
She moaned and cried even more. The German girl wasn’t missing any of it, she was rubbing her thighs together, one hand over her chest that was rising and falling quickly. She was blushing too, looking at the furious captain dispensing justice. There was something about those French uniforms…
“And that’s ten,” the captain announced.
Corinne was bawling over the desk and he got her up and led her into a corner of his office. She instinctively put her hands over her head, still silently crying. The captain was talking to mademoiselle Fischer. She didn’t listen or care, all she could feel was her poor, bruised, crimson bottom. Somehow, she wondered what it would be like to be laying over the captain’s lap… His hands falling rhythmically on her bouncy bottom… She had a little smile through the tears. It was just like her to think about that in her situation.
She heard the door open and close behind her. Papers being put away. Plastic cups falling in the bin. The captain was cleaning up his desk. Good, that meant she wouldn’t have to get back over it. But… Why did he have a paddle in his office?
In the thirty minutes that she spent in the corner, she had many such questions pop into her head. Vincent had come to talk to the captain, and Ludovic too. A third person had come as well but she hadn’t known who it was. Maybe Sophie? She knew that she would never hear the end of it now. Finally, the captain allowed her to put her trousers back on. She did so and turned around, biting her lip a little.
“I’m sorry, monsieur,” she said in a little voice.
He nodded. “Good. I hope you’ve learned your lesson today.”
She nodded back, “Yes, Capitaine Ballanger, I have…”
“Next time an idea like this pops into your head…
“At least do it away from the public’s eye…”