Pain and Pleasure - Sex Stories

Pain and Pleasure

... another woman. We 69’ed.” “I see,” Eva replied solemnly. “I can see why you need to be punished. Have you done anything like that before, Chloe?” “No, erm, Eva.” Eva said sternly, “Ah, now we have to get this straight, Chloe. You only address me as Miss. Understood?” “Yes, Miss,” I replied quickly. Eva stepped in front of me and placed her hand on my cheek. She looked stern. She pulled her hand back and slapped me hard across the face. It stung. “Sorry, Miss,” I said as I rubbed my cheek. “I can see you need a good punishment session, my girl,” Eva said sternly. I watched as Eva picked up a wooden backed hairbrush before sitting on a chair. She looked up at me and ordered, “Get across my lap.” I took a deep breath as I stepped over to the now seated Eva and looked down at her lap. I took a deep breath before easing myself down. It felt strange as I looked at the floor and at the backs of her legs. Nice legs mind, I thought. The first spank over my thin dress was a taster of the pain I was going to suffer over the next forty minutes or so. The spanks continued slowly at first but increased in speed and intensity. After about thirty spanks I felt Eva raise the hem of my dress above my waist before she rubbed my bottom cheeks over my knickers. The spanks started again, harder than before although that might be because the spanks were over my knickers rather than my dress. Another thirty or forty spanks I reckoned. Then I felt Eva put her thumbs inside the elastic of my knickers ...

... which were then yanked down. Another thirty or forty spanks landed on my bare bottom cheeks. Harder ones making my bottom start to sting. I felt the hairbrush tapped on my bottom. I held my breath. “Naughty girls need to be taught a lesson, Chloe. I’m very good at teaching naughty girls a lesson.” I didn’t think Eva wanted an answer. In the event I wouldn’t have had time anyway. The hairbrush smacked down on my left bottom cheek and I gasped. It hurt more than I had expected. Had I really asked to be spanked with such a thing? The spanks rained down all over my bottom and I cried out. I didn’t ask Eva to stop though. I wanted to be spanked and to be made to grovel. I knew I would beg her soon to stop, but not yet. Before I could plead with Eva she ordered, “Get up and take your clothes off, girl.” I stood up and quickly unzipped my dress and let it drop to the floor. My bra followed and lastly I stepped out of my knickers. I scooped up my clothes and put them on a chair. “Get back over my lap, girl,” Eva ordered. I did think it slightly odd. Me a thirty-three-year-old woman being spanked by a girl a good ten years younger than me; but then did age really matter? No, I told myself. Soon the spanks re-started. The hairbrush hurt me like crazy but I needed it to hurt. Wanted it to hurt. I was a goody good shoes and no one knew my desire. To be spanked until I cried and then spanked some more. I wanted to be dominated by another woman. Reduced to tears and used. Yes, I needed to ...