Today’s Wednesday and Lurvspanking’s back with a wicked tale of a very special kind of auction… Go read it!
*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.
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…”
Emma took a quick look in her mirror, pouting her lips and rearranging her hair. It was the third time this month that her car was pulled over by the police for speeding. So far, not a single ticket, she knew how to take them. She pulled her top down a little and pushed her breasts up. It was crass but it worked. Lowering the music on her radio, she put on her nicest smile, opened her window all the way and purred :
“Oh, I’m so sorry officer… I was distracted… I’m sure that you can—” she abruptly stopped as her eyes went up and saw the lady in a police uniform, her arm crossed over her chest, an eyebrow lifted.
“I… Hum…” she started again,
“So you’re that German girl I’ve been hearing about…” the policewoman interrupted, “Seems like a warning isn’t enough for you, huh?”
“No, I mean… It’s is… Ma’am…” she stuttered, blushing. This wasn’t going according to plan at all.
“I need your driving licence and the car’s registration,” the lady said matter-of-factly.
Emma nodded and ruffled through her bag to find her purse.
“I… It’s in here somewhere…”
“You don’t have your papers with you?”
“No I do… It’s just… Hum…”
“You realise you’re in another country, fraülein, right?” she said dismissively and crossed her arms over her chest again.
“I…” Emma blushed even more, looking in her bag again, desperately emptying it over the passenger’s seat.
The policewoman rolled her eyes.
“Come out of the vehicle, mademoiselle.”
“Come out of your car,” she said again with a stern look. There was no arguing with her and Emma knew she was in enough trouble already ; apparently that woman knew she had been caught speeding before, she didn’t have any papers with her, she should play nice. The young blonde girl opened the door and gingerly stepped out. Cars were flashing by on the motorway by the dozens.
“Do you know what country you’re in?” the officer said with a smile.
“Frankreich? I mean, France?”
“Yes. And we don’t have autobahns here, you understand? Speed is limited. Everywhere. But you know that, don’t you?”
“You know that because my colleagues have told you so before.”
“How… How do you know it was me?” she said, a little defiant.
“Blond, German girl in her late twenties driving a white BMW at reckless speeds and trying to entice young policemen? There are surprisingly few of those.”
“Still doesn’t prove—”
“I’ve gotten them to give me your plate number, mademoiselle,” she cut her.
Emma blushed and looked down, her hands nervously twisting.
“Now, I think there’s only one thing to do… I’ll have to take you to the station. We’ll arrange for your car to be towed…” the policewoman continued.
“No, please… I’m sure my papers are in there… I… I’m sorry… Bitte… Please…”
“I don’t want to know how you got out of trouble before, I’ve only heard the other guys bragging about ‘that German hottie in her white car’, but it’s not going to work on me, I can tell you that.”
“Please, Madame, I… I was going to be late to an appointment… It’s really important…”
“Well look at you now! You’re not going to make the appointment at all!”
“I beg you…” she teared up, her lip quivering, “I will lose my job…”
The policewoman looked at the young German girl in silence while tears rolled down her face. With her hair cut to shoulder length, her big, flashy sunglasses up in her hair, the fancy clothes and car, she was everything the French woman despised. She was young and well off and thought herself above the rules and laws. “I’ll show her…” she thought.
“Fine,” she said, “Step over to the front of the vehicle and put your hands on the hood.”
Emma sniffled and did as she was told. The hood was warm to the touch. She looked back at the officer over her shoulder.
“Are… Are you going to search me? I don’t do drugs, I…”
“No, mademoiselle, I’m going to spank you.”
“You’re going to wh—”
The first slap interrupted her, her head jolting up in surprise. “Oooow!” she yelped. The slaps came in quick successions, heating up her bottom through her tight jeans. She tried to cover her behind and only got harder slaps for her trouble.
“Keep your hands down or it’ll get a lot worse for you,” the woman warned as more heavy smacks rained down on her poor teutonic buttocks. Cars were still zipping by, some of them honking as they passed them.
Emma tried to get up again. “That’s enough!” she said, her voice trembling with humiliation and anger.
“You had been warned!” the policewoman said, putting her hand on her back and pushing her back down. Then, with her left, she grabbed Emma’s jeans and yanked them down to her thighs.
“Nooo!!” Emma cried, “You can’t do that!”
“I don’t think you have a say in the matter, mademoiselle,” the officer answered as she pulled the pair of white panties down as well. “Now don’t move!”
Emma was wincing and clenching her round cheeks as the spanking began anew with renewed fury over her bare, exposed bottom. It was now in full view to all the people driving along the road, and she heard people yell encouragements to the police officer through their car windows. She struggled to stay still, rising on her toes with each hard slap. She had never been so humiliated in her life! That… monster was pouring spank after hard spank on her round cheeks. The burning was intense, the shame unbearable, and still she went on.
The spanking went on for what seemed like an eternity to the poor Emma, her roasted bottom on display and sending wave of heat and pain up her core. She clenched her teeth and tried not to give the policewoman the satisfactions of the moans of pain, but failed miserably.
“Oooooooow! Oow! Aaaaa…”
The woman, on the other hand, was enjoying herself fully, dishing out pain and justice with every hard blow. That dumb German bimbo thought she could get the better of the French police? Well who was having the last laugh now? She grinned as she spanked the girl’s two red orbs, marking them with deep red handprints.
When the officer finally relented, the poor girl almost fell down on the hood of her car, sobbing, rubbing her poor, thoroughly punished bottom. She wasn’t thinking of the people passing by anymore, she wasn’t even thinking about the policewoman or her appointment, all she could think of was how much her bottom hurt.
The policewoman rubbed her hands together, sore as they were, and cleared her throat.
“Consider this a warning, then,” she said with a cruel smile. “I’ll give you a form so that you can make it to your appointment even without your licence…”
The girl sobbed and nodded a little “Danke,” still rubbing her bottom.
A few minutes later, she was back in her car, trying to fix her makeup as most of it had run down her cheeks. She had cringed and yelped as she had pulled her jeans up over her burning, crimson behind, and again as she had sat on the leather seats, her bottom sore and swollen.
“Well,” she thought, “at least I got away with it again… But that woman spanked a lot harder than the other policemen…”
I’m very please to welcome a guest writer today, the lovely Gesperax from over at dA, who has a particular thing for international spankings. Her main character, Belinda, a typical German girl, always finds herself in some kind of spanking-related trouble… ^^
The party was in full swing. There were people dancing in the ballroom, mingling between themselves throughout the halls, and committing debauchery in the upstairs bedrooms. This year university Halloween party had an animal theme, so the all guests were dressed in the costumes more or less looking as different animals. Of course, the most popular were exotic predators, but some of the students had chosen types more usual to Northern Hemisphere.
A not very tall curvy blonde in a very revealing wolf-costume walked around the hall. It was Belinda – a German exchange student. She looked around and took a glass of grog from the table. She looked around again and grinned, seeing Melissa – a small slim brown-haired girl in a bunny costume, which looked more like a playboy-girl costume. The German came near and whispered: “Are you a snack?” she giggled at her own joke.
“Very funny, Belinda!” Melissa replied “But would you like to tease someone else? I don’t like your sense of humour!”
“Or, really?” Belinda grinned, “Maybe have you no sense of humour?”
“I’m not sure, that you have one!” Hélène – a beautiful French girl in a vixen-costume said, suddenly appearing from behind. The German turned to her.
“What did you say?” she asked a bit angrily.
“I said, that your own sense of humour is really bad,” the French girl replied “So it’ll be better if you won’t repeat such jokes!”
Belinda grinned: “Oh yeah, and what will happen to me if I do?”
Hélène grinned: “Your plump butt will be as red, as this grog!”
For a few moments, Belinda looked rather confused and even frightened, then her face turned a bit red from the anger. “Watch your tongue, Foxy!” she stepped forward, getting closer to her opponent.
“What’s the matter, Wolfy?” Hélène giggled.
“How dare you call me fat?” the German whispered angrily.
“Maybe because that’s true?” the French looked at her innocently and stepped back.
Belinda groaned and spilled her grog right in her opponent’s face, but right when she tried it, somebody in a bear costume appeared right between them. A moment later he stopped, wiping his face, and then turned to Belinda, who recognized Vladislav – a tall, really looking like a bear, muscular exchange student from Russia, who was famous for his very short temper.
“What the hell is going on?!” he shouted “Do you think it’s funny?!”
“Emm…” Belinda mumbled.
“Oh, I’ll show you an emm!” he said and pulled girl by her ear to the chair nearby. He sat down and pulled the German over his knee. Belinda squirmed and struggled, trying to break out. “What do you think you are doing?!” she shouted.
“Well, just give you your reward!” he said and lifted her grey mini-skirt and pulled her panties to her knees. Her bottom was on display to everyone at the party who was watching.
Belinda gasped in fear and shame and tried to break out but Vladislav held her firmly. He raised his arm. Hélène stood behind him, grinning.
Suddenly there was a loud pop followed by a cry as the Russian palm came down hard on the German bottom. Everyone cheered and laughed at the punishment. Vladislav smiled and told the crowd that it would appear Belinda had never gotten a proper punishment before. The crowd laughed even harder as he brought his palm down repeatedly on Belinda’s bottom.
Belinda moaned and clenched her teeth, trying not to scream again, but after the few more spanks she started squirming over the Vladislav’s knee and wagging her bottom, trying to save it from his stinging palm. She moaned and screamed in pain, cursed and sweared, but quickly started begging and bawling. She felt like her bottom was on fire. She howled in pain like a real she-wolf, when the Russian bear finally thought that she had enough and threw her from his knee.
The poor girl landed right on her tender bottom, and that made her jump up screaming in pain and started the brat war dance for a few minutes. Finally relieving from the pain a bit she looked around. Everyone were looking at her, laughing. She cried in shame and ran away, clutching her sore bottom.