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Please Spank Me, Sir
Date: 1/29/2024, Categories: Fiction Blowjob Domination/submission Humiliation Male/Female Masturbation Role-playing, Spanking, Author: zenmackie, Source: sexstories.com
... “Look at me, Laurie,” and when she raised her eyes, demanded, “ Is it?” She continued shaking her head for a moment and then stopped. Without looking away she whispered, “Yes. I’m a…a bad little girl.” Then, her voice pleading, added, “Please spank me, Sir.” She took a gasping breath. “Oh god. Please.” I held her gaze for a long moment, making her squirm a little. Then I replied, “Very well. Pull down your pants, Laurie.” And even though this was part of the scenario she had described to me, her gasp seemed genuine. “Oh! Oh no, Sir! Please don’t make me…” I stopped her with a raised hand. “Pants down , Laurie.” And when she hesitated I added, more loudly, “ Now! ” Blushing furiously, she undid her belt, opened and then slowly unzipped her pants, looking at me beseechingly as if begging me to let her stop, her mouth hanging open and her lips quivering, but when I said nothing she continued on, tugging her pants down over her hips and lowering them until they were crumpled around her knees. Then she straightened up again and waited. She had obviously given some thought to her lingerie, as her panties were a reddish color that complemented both her lovely hair and her sweater, and were feminine without being overly lacy or girly. She saw me looking at them and looked down at herself, murmuring “Oh god,” when she noticed the darker wet spot in the crotch. One hand twitched toward it as if to cover the spot but she forced it back to her side ...
... and looked up at me again. I made her wait, deliberately looking her slowly up and down. Then I got up and retrieved a pad of paper and a pen that I had left on the bookshelf. Placing them on the seat of the chair, I stood behind it, pointed at a place on the floor in front of it and said, “Kneel.” She slowly fell to her knees in front of the chair, looking up at me the entire time. “Pick up the pen.” She did so, and I continued, “Write ten times: ‘I’m a bad little girl and I deserve to be punished.’” “Yes, Sir.” She bent over the chair and began to write. I walked slowly around her, observing, while she wrote, returning to my position behind the chair as she finished up. When done, she looked up at me. “Put them on the floor over there,” I instructed her, indicating a spot to the left of the chair from where I stood. While she did so I pulled the chair back slightly, coming around to sit on it so that when she straightened up she was only an inch or two from my knees. She was breathing more heavily now, knowing what was coming. Without being told, she scuffled, still on her knees, to my right side. Then she stood. After a moment she said, “I haven’t touched myself since you told me not to, Sir.” Then she slowly, carefully, draped herself over my lap, using the far edge of the chair seat for support as she lowered herself into position until her cute, slightly large behind was directly in front of me, the fabric of her panties stretched thin, her sweater ...