Next Door.... MF/f semi-con
Steven
Steven
Helen Kerrsutherland
a naughty lass but one must always make sure that the appropriate gender is
chosen as the Disciplinarian. :->
Helen
reply to: kerrsut...@hotmail.com
Darleen D
The recent neighbors story inspired me to write of my own similar experiences.
This is for adults only.
My last spanking at home, when I was 12 years old, was a bare bottomed
hairbrush spanking which left me with an unexplainable desire.
Unexplainable, why a 19 yr old gal would desire to be spanked, but not
unattainable, as you shall see.
After that last unforgettable spanking, my parents used other methods of
discipline and while I was never a "bad" kid, I did get away with many stunts
and was, well...spoiled.
Not so with the girl next door, Kelly. Kelly's parents believed in frequent
and severe spankings so Kelly got plenty even in high school. Kelly didn't like
to talk about her spankings, though I did ask, but many times I heard her
bawling from next door and several times I saw marks on her legs.
I always felt "funny" when I heard Kelly's cries, or spotted her marks, and I
wondered what it would be like to be spanked like that at her age.
I was close with her parents, Ted and Martha, and was often in their house for
various reasons. One day last month, I saw my chance because Martha left $40
cash on the table when I was over to deliver a message.
I grabbed the money and my heart raced. The money meant nothing, I'm rich and
spoiled, and the crime was juvenile, but the fear of being spanked like Kelly
was overwhelming.
It only took an hour for them to figure out what I'd done, but when they
called to ask if I'd "accidently" picked up the money I acted all put-out and
lied, to add to my punishment if it came to that.
I was home alone and spent the next hour dressing up and looking at my bare
bottom in the mirror, imagining what I may be in for. I finally settled on
shorts, panties, tank top with no bra and tennis shoes and socks, finding them
suitably juvenile but shamefully revealing.
I'm a good 5'7" tall, long blond hair, pale skin, with proud breasts and a
cute round firm fanny, if I do say so myself! I paraded over to Ted and
Martha's house (knowing Kelly wasn't home) and handed over the $40, making my
admission.
They were shocked, but tried to pass it off as a mistake and forgive me. I was
scared and confused but willful enough to insist that I be punished.
I stammered that I knew 17-year-old Kelly still got spankings and I asked to
be disciplined like Kelly would be for the same offense.
They finally "got it" and proceeded to agree that I should be spanked but they
warned me that for stealing and lying Kelly would have been severely spanked
and caned by both of them!
My nipples were long and my breath short as I listened to Martha explain what
I was in for. She gave me one last chance to back out, and part of me wanted to
run, but I bucked up and agreed to take "everything."
I stood in front of where Ted sat and felt his fingers unsnapping my shorts
and I was shivering as he tugged my shorts down and off! Going over his lap was
like heaven, the helpless, exposed feeling of being over a strong man's knees,
as he laid his broad hand on my panties and explained that it wasn't "proper"
for him to hand spank a girl's bare bottom.
He started in spank spank spanking my panties hard and steady and I squirmed
but kept silent as the heat built up slowly. My humiliating position, and the
sound of the spanks on my butt, and Martha's lecturing conspired to make me
wet.
After a good long time, I was sweating and hot all over, mostly on my butt,
and he stood me up so I could rub my panties and catch my breath.
Martha told me they usually "warmed" Kelly up like this but that for lying,
Martha would revert to her own up bringing in England by giving me "six of the
best" with a cane!
I'd never even seen a cane, let alone felt one. So I followed her orders to
bend over the chair with wonder. The position was strange, weren't spankings
over the lap? It felt weird with the top of the chair hard against my hips,
and with my legs straight and head down, it felt like my behind was the biggest
thing in the room.
It felt that way even more when Martha explained all Kelly's canings were
bare, and I felt the cool rush of air on my warm fanny as my panties were
pulled to my knees.
That first cane slice, across the center of my plump firm butt, felt like
fire! I jumped up and grabbed my fanny, not caring that I was showing my
patch.
Martha gave me a break, calmly telling me that a cane stroke doesn't count
when Kelly jumps up, but counting the first one as a warning.
I stayed, trembling and tears dripping, in place for the next four strokes,
one higher on my bottom and three lower and lower and lower, leaving dark red
welts across my sensitive buns.
Martha made me wait for the last stroke, lecturing me on honesty, and all I
could think of was how much Ted must be enjoying the view. And how
humiliated and excited I was.
The last stroke was vicious, right under my cheeks, and I screamed and lept
up, bawling to beat the band. Martha let my outburst go and they both watched
my whipping dance around the room. As much as my behind blazed, I could still
feel the shame of showing off my thick black pubic hair as I could only clutch
my butt and jerk around.
Now, totally chastized and sorry I'd ever even HEARD of money, I was sobbing
and begging to be let off. But they both told me I was now in for my "real"
spanking for theft, just like Kelly would get.
While I calmed down enough to obey and take my underpants all the way off and
put them on the floor, Martha fetched a thick, wide, heavy wooden hairbrush
with a long handle.
Once again I was draped over Ted's lap, this time in complete fear and dread,
but sopping wet enough to leave a spot on his pants, under which I could feel
his thick thing poking my crotch.
The hairbrush stung ten times worse than I'd remembered from my last brushing
at 12. The first few WHACKS made me wail and kick like a 12 year old and that
was just the beginning.
I could sit on a hot stove more easily than take those blistering hot burning
strokes of slick wood flattening my buns! And where the brush slapped against
my cane welts it felt like my bare bottom was exploding.
After only about 12 spanks I remember thinking, "Kelly could NOT stand this
and neither can I" and I jerked off Ted's lap onto the floor, where I sobbed
and begged for mercy.
In a flash, Martha helped Ted yank me back up, telling me to "take my
medicine...even Kelly doesn't whine so much" and I was quickly pinned, for
reals, over Ted's lap.
He's big and strong and he clamped my legs with his and held my wildly waving
arm and proceeded to lamblast my bare bottom and thighs with the back of that
horrible hairbrush. For a split second, I realized I was being paddled with the
same exact wood which made Kelly yell loud enough for me to hear next door!
He spanked hard and steady and it felt like my bare buns burst into flames! I
was already screaming and bucking when he finally focussed in on my sit spot,
just below my cheeks, where he spanked the tops of my thighs until I was
choking on my own tears and snot.
I barely recall the end. Just that my tank top had slipped down so one of my
breasts was exposed as I did my dance. I wonder if Kelly's bare boobs jiggled
as much? They later told me I pranced and jumped and howled around the room
for almost three minutes before I calmed enough to retrieve my panties and
shorts.
I was almost relieved, despite the throbbing pain, to do "corner time" (how
quaint) like Kelly apparently had to do. I remember touching myself and
getting off in the corner, as Ted and Martha put away the brush and watched me
quiver as the blisters continued to rise on my bare behind and thighs.
Back home, I got myself off 4 more times over the next 3 hours, re-living but
determined never to repeat my terrible spanking next door.
Darleen
You can call me Al
>From: darl...@aol.com (Darleen D)
>
> The recent neighbors story inspired me to write of my own similar
>experiences.
Delicious!
Thanks for posting, Darleen!
Al