Out for a jog

Two more laps, she was thinking. Two more lap and she would be done. She closed her eyes and exhaled, concentrating on her rhythm, her breathing. She could feel her heart beating fast, she could feel every muscle in her legs begging her to stop. Two more laps. Just two more.

She opened her eyes and gasped as she ran into the back of another jogger, making them both fall to the ground on the dew-covered grass.

“What the hell ?” she yelled as she got up, getting the grass off her small shorts. “Watch where you’re going, dumbass…”

He got up as well, he was tall, a good head taller than she was. Square jaw, dark hair, freshly shaven, grey eyes… Grey eyes that were glaring at her.

You ran into me, lady”

She rolled her eyes and made a gesture with her hand.

“Whatever! Leave me alone, you creep.”

“Excuse-me ? Are you blind or something ? You hit me from behind !”

“Oh yeah, well I’m sure you’re used to that…” she said with a hauty smirk.

“Oh, so bratty and intolerant? Well you’re a treat, aren’t you ?”

She blushed instantly and looked down without even thinking, chewing her lips. She knew she had a temper, and sometimes the stupidest things would come out of her mouth before she even thought about them.

“Okay,” she blurted, “That was uncalled for…”

“Is that all?”

“What more do you want?” she said, aggressive once more. She didn’t like his tone. Patronizing and shit, who did he think he was, that Bruce-Wayne wannabe?

“An apology would be the least you could do?” he said in disbelief. What an arrogant brat, he thought.

She laughed. “Oh, the least I could do, huh? What, do you imagine I’ll blow you behind the bushes or something, you goddamn perv?”

He frowned and took a step towards her, pointing a finger

“That’s enough!” he said, menacingly.

She crossed her arms “Oh yeah? Or what? What are you gonna do, huh?”

“Obviously your parents never showed you what happens to disrespectful brats!”

She hesitated for a moment, and blushed under his glare. She felt a shiver running down her spine. Not only that but, looking at him, handsome, well built, and… very angry, she felt something else.

“W-what? You… You wouldn’t…” She felt very confused. How… dare he? How… Surely, he would not…

He didn’t answer and simply grabbed her arm and started walking her towards the bushes she had mentioned earlier. She barely protested. The thought that he would actually go through with it was ridiculous at best. She blushed as she realised she was imagining it. Her, draped across his lap, her bare bottom on display for him to punish like a little misbehaving brat… The sound of harsh slaps echoing through the woods… He would pause and caress her ass while she would sob and beg him to stop….

Her face was already as red as she’d ever been when he stopped and sat on a stump. He crossed his arms.

“Get your shorts off”

“What? Are you crazy?”

“You heard me. Get them off.”

“But… No!”

She was twisting her wrists. She got a finger to her mouth and nervously bit her nail.

“I… I don’t think that’s appropriate…” She was losing all her countenance. There was something about the steely gaze, that stern look.

“You don’t think you deserve it?”

“…”

She looked down and wordlessly pulled her shorts down to the ground, then stepped out of them. She crossed her hand before her white knickers. He indicated for her to come over his lap. She did, tears already forming in her eyes. What was she doing ? What in the name of… *SMACK!* The first slap caught her totally off-guard, and she cried out as much in surprise as in pain. The next one wasn’t far behind, and the next one, and the next. Before long, heavy tears were rolling down her cheeks, and, just as she had envisioned, she was begging him to stop.

sports

For a first time, he gave her the full experience. The panties came down, the slaps kept coming until he was certain that she had been properly chastised. Finally, he got her up and wiped the tears away with his thumb.

“I’ll be waiting for you here next Saturday,” he said, sternly. “If you haven’t behaved during the week, you’ll get another one. Clear ?”

She nodded. “Y-yes, Sir…” She didn’t know where the words had even come from, but she knew one thing: she would be there.

With a nod, he turned around and started running, leaving her to put her shorts back on, rubbing her bright red behind and wondering what she had gotten herself into. Her bottom was so warm she couldn’t believe it. As she stood there, rubbing it, she bit her lip and smiled. Well he was handsome, after all, maybe… Maybe she didn’t need to behave all that much…

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