She was a good girl. That she had been told all her life. From an easy and cocooned childhood to a relatively uneventful time in high school, she had always been told it. Now in college, she still believed it to be true. A good girl, respectful of rules and elders alike. She had never felt any need to rebel against her parents, teachers, or society in general. Her hair had stayed jet black, long and straight, her olive skin unblemished; she liked her green eyes and her thin lips. She had grown into a lean, tall young woman, with round hips and breasts, she dressed like much of her friends, nothing too flashy or risqué, jeans, a lot, dresses, sometimes. She prefered one-piece swimsuits and listened to whatever was on the radio. She had played a little piano, because her parents had wanted. She had always been healthy and cared for, loved by her family and friends.
She was a good girl, conscious of her place in the world and appreciative of her luck.
Why then, was she bent over the lap of that man, her bottom up and defenseless against his unending waves of hard slaps ? *Spank! Spank! Spank! SPANK! SPANK!* It kept going from cheek to cheek, lavishing her round bottom with, all things considered, entirely unwanted attention. *SPANK!* They were consistently harder now *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*, and she was blushing. Her buttocks clenched slightly between each hard slap, in the vain hope it would ease the pain.
Her lips parted slightly, and she moaned, blushing even more. Her eyes were full of tears, and some had already run down her face, leaving dark trails where her cheap mascara had run.
*SPANK!*
He kept spanking her, mercilessly, as she squirmed on his lap and dared not try to get away. She was… oddly captivated. Ashamed, angry, in pain, but captivated. The warmth she felt —SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!— wasn’t just that of her burning behind; she felt it spread to her belly, her crotch… Was it… Good? Did… *SPANK!* Did she like being punished like a misbehaving brat?
She realised that he had asked that aloud. She mumbled an unintelligible answer and received a volley of hard slaps on a single cheek for it. She cried out and moaned again.
“I… I’m not a…” *SPANK!*
“You’re not a what?” he asked, and spanked her again, hard.
“I’m not a brat; I… I’m a good…”
He never let her finished and directed his vengeful fury to her other cheek. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*
She bellowed in pain.
“AaaaaaaaaaAAhh… I don’t want… I… I DON’T WANT TO BE A GOOD GIRL”
Tears were running freely down her face now, and she sobbed as she continued,
“I… I don’t want… I don’t want to be boring…”
She felt the hand easing up, caressing her burning bottom in between slaps.
“Boring?” he asked, hesitating
“I… I’ve always been a good girl. The good girl. The good one. I… What am I? I… I’m boring, I’m bland… Would you pick me up in a crowd? Would anyone?”
She was still crying. He kept slowly caressing and massaging the target of his recent attentions. He said nothing.
She sniffled.
“I want… I want a proper spanking…”
“What do you mean?“
“I mean one…” She bit he lip. “On my bare bottom… Like the ones I’ve read about…”
She didn’t think she had ever blushed as much.
He smiled.
“Oh, the ones you’ve read about, huh?”
He grabbed the top of her leggings and slowly slid them down, revealing her simple white polka-dotted panties and her pink, red-speckled bottom underneath.
“Maybe not such a good girl after all…” he grinned, and raised his hand.
She smiled. This was going to hurt.
Kalidwen's little spankings 