Please Spank Me, Sir - Sex Stories

Please Spank Me, Sir

... riding up her back, her jeans fallen further down towards her ankles.

Again I made her wait, letting her fully experience the moment. Her face was nearly touching the pad of paper on the floor.

“Read it to me.”

She moaned softly. Then she began, her voice nearly a whisper: “I’m a bad little girl…”

I seized her by the hair and pulled her head up, making her gasp.

“Louder,” I told her, and then let her head fall again.

“I’m a bad little girl…” she began, only marginally louder, but when I seized her hair again she stopped abruptly and, as I released her, started over, this time at a normal volume.

“I’m a bad little girl and I deserve to be punished - OW!”

Her back arched and she hissed with pain as I landed the first hard swat on her behind. Without thinking, she reached back with one hand as if to cover the spot but I pushed it away, saying, “Keep reading.”

“Oooo. Oooo,” she breathed, then added, “Yes, Sir.” She hesitated for a moment, then continued, “I’m a bad little girl and I deserve to be punished - OW! OWW! Oh, shit!” she cried out as she received two more slaps, one on each cheek. I saw her hands curl into fists on the floor but I said nothing.

She gasped repeatedly as if trying to catch her breath, and when she finally spoke again her voice was ragged. ““I’m…oh god…I’m a b-bad little girl and I…” She hesitated, then made herself contine, rushing through the last part of the sentence, “...I-deserve-to-be-p-punished, Sir! - OW! Oh please… ...

... OW! OW! Jesus! Fuck!”

Three swats, one on each cheek and one in the middle. I could hear her whimper and begin to sob but she went right on, more loudly, “I’m a BAD little girl and I DESERVE to be punished! OW! Motherfu- OW! OW! OWWW! Ohhhh…my god. Please…”

“Please…what?” I asked softly, wondering if she wanted to stop.

For a moment it seemed as if that was what she wanted, as she continued to lie across my lap, sobbing. I grabbed a tissue from a nearby box and handed it down to her. She blew her nose a couple of times then tossed the tissue aside and lowered her head once more. “I’m…oh god…I’m a bad little girl and I deserve to be punished.”

She must have gritted her teeth immediately afterward because as I landed the next five swats on her behind she merely grunted between sobs: “Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! UNH!”, squealing behind her teeth when the last one struck. “EEEEEeeeeee!”

She lowered her forehead to the pad of paper beneath her, and even from where I was sitting I could see that it was blotched with tear-stains, snot and sweat. She fumbled blindly for the tissue she’d tossed aside, found it and blew her nose once more. Then, still whimpering with pain, she raised herself slightly off the floor, taking a long indrawn breath as she felt me pulling up on the elastic of her panties so that the fabric became trapped between her ass-cheeks, leaving them completely exposed.

They were blotched and red all over, with visible handprints in a few places. I managed to ...