4 – Amy Gets It Good
The next day passed agonizingly slowly as we both waited for the end of the day. I knew I was ready to go for it, and I had a good feeling that Amy was too. We passed each other in the hallway a couple of times, only saying hello, and based on the look on her face, I couldn’t imagine her coming to me with disappointing news. While Amy could easily feel relieved that she’d avoided temptation by saying no, I was sure she’d be as disappointed as me.
It was near quitting time when, on a Friday, many had already left early for the weekend; Amy showed up at my door with an expectant look. She wanted me to say if we were going to stop it.
“So? What do you think, Mark? Should we do it?” she asked as she leaned against my doorframe in her tight jeans and simple, but even tighter, top. She looked good, but that didn’t influence my decision. She was leaving it up to me. If I said yes, she was all for it and quite happily, I imagined, but if I said no, then it didn’t matter how she felt. We had to agree, and I was positive she’d decided to go through with it.
“You know, Amy,” I started, “This is a tough position you put me in.” Her face fell as she expected me to say no. “… and I think you should be punished for doing that to me,” I finished with a smile. Her face lit up again, but with some doubt still evident.
“You mean it?” she asked, her excitement about to overflow as she walked further into my office.
“Yes. You’ve been a naughty girl and deserve a good spanking!” I said, emphasizing the ‘good’ to her obvious delight.
She came up to me and, looking at me with downcast eyes, she said, “I’m sorry, Mark. I know I’ve been a really bad girl and deserve a really good spanking for it!”
“Yes, you do, Amy,” I said, trying to make it sound enticing and threatening at the same time. “I want to see you here at the same time as last week. Understand?”
“Yes, sir!” she said a little too happily and disappeared out the door.
I looked at my watch and realized she’d return in less than an hour. I walked around the building to satisfy myself that everyone was gone, and having seen no one, I headed to the office from which I’d borrowed the chair the prior week. As I placed it in my office, I pictured myself sitting in it with Amy over my knee with a deep blush on her cheeks. The thought of having my hand in her panties was making the crotch of my pants rapidly tighter.
I started planning how I would handle it and, like many times before, realized I couldn’t plan such a thing and decided to let it go where it wanted to. I’d start with her over my knee, and at some point, I’d probably have her bend over my desk, but that was about it. Everything else would be ad-libbed, and I didn’t rule out the possibility of some unique inspiration changing even those plans. It had happened before.
I reminded myself of the big difference in this situation: that I would not have the ultimate involvement at the end, my stiff shaft buried deep in Amy’s pussy. By the time I’m done, or nearly done, with a good spanking, it doesn’t take much to make me cum, but Amy wasn’t going to be a party to it.
While it was a casual Friday, and I was dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, I wished I’d had the opportunity to change into something else, though not quite sure what, but something else. For this kind of scenario, I would prefer the setting to be more comfortable and homier. Amy had planned for a change of clothes, and when she showed up, my delight was apparent.
“Well, doesn’t my naughty little girl look beautiful!”
“Thank you,” she replied shyly, “I thought it would make things easier. And more interesting?”
I would agree with both as I took in the beautiful, colorful dress she had changed into. Bright yet subdued in a way appropriate for the evening, the lightweight, translucent fabric swirled around her when she moved, and seeing my approval, she played it up with sensual moves that had the dress gliding around and over her delicious body.
An elasticized top that stretched from just below the top of her breasts left her shoulders bare and enticing. She came to me, and I placed my hands on her bare shoulders and caressed them lightly. She turned again so I could see the back up close, particularly the belt that tied in the back, drawing elastic at the waist in even tighter to add shape.
She looked down her back and then up at me to see if I realized how easy it would be to remove; one tug on the belt to undo the bow and the dress would come off quickly, either up or down. I also noticed that besides the dress, she wore only a pair of flat, slip-on shoes and white panties, which I could barely see through the sheer fabric, nothing else. She could be naked in seconds, which I’m sure was her intent.
“Gorgeous!” I said as she stood before me again, “but you needn’t have bothered. I could just as easily have taken those tight jeans down to your knees and off to spank your sexy, bare bottom!
“I thought you might like it if I wore something prettier. I know you’ll enjoy spanking me, but I hoped you might also enjoy everything else.” I thought I knew what she meant by ‘everything else,’ and I didn’t want to get my hopes up, so I stopped my imagination from running away with me before I ended up disappointed. I would enjoy spanking her and making her cum, and the fact that she’d likely be completely naked when I did, increased my anticipation of the end game, but I still expected to finish things by myself.
“Thank you for thinking of me, but I hope you realize it’s not going to affect the kind of spanking you’ll get!”
“Well, I thought it might. Does that mean you’re still going to spank me just as hard?” she asked as though that was her intent, though we both knew she wanted all I planned to give her.
“Yes, and you’ll learn in time that any attempt to lessen your punishment in any way will likely have the opposite effect, which means a longer, harder spanking!” I threatened. “Now close the door, young lady. It’s time we taught that naughty bottom of yours a lesson.”
“Ohhh, I don’t know why you have to spank me so hard!” she whined as the door closed. “And I suppose you’re going to spank me even harder with this hairbrush you told me to bring!?” she added as she pulled a wooden, oval hairbrush from her purse. Although I hadn’t told her to bring it, I had mentioned a hairbrush in our discussion of implements the prior day. She wanted to see what getting spanked with something other than my hand felt like, and a hairbrush was the only thing she had ready access to.
“I’m glad you remembered,” I faked, “I’d almost forgotten.”
“I wish I’d forgotten! Maybe I wouldn’t get spanked with it.”
“Ah, but if I’d remembered? And you hadn’t. Can you imagine what would happen then?”
“Yes, a longer, harder spanking, right?”
“You’re catching on. Now, I think it’s time,” I said as I sat in the chair, pulling her to my side as I did, “to start reddening this sexy butt of yours!” I gave her a good hard swat across her bottom as though prompting her to my side. “Over you go!” I pulled her down to me, meeting token resistance that was easily overcome, and she was over my knee quickly.
“I’m sorry, Mark. Please don’t spank me too hard?” she said, twisting to look back at me.
“You will be spanked as hard as is necessary!” I said, but thinking to myself, ‘as hard as is necessary to make you cum!’ I let my hand rest across her soft cheeks as she found a comfortable position. I stroked her bottom when she’d settled down, gently squeezing the soft flesh. I could tell her panties were tantalizingly tight, which had me wishing I’d lifted her dress before laying her across my knee so I could have seen how they looked in front. “Now, do you remember why you are getting this spanking?”
“Because I was inconsiderate of your feelings and taunted you with my bare behind.”
“Very good,” I said as the first few spanks landed over her dress. She squirmed and complained a little, but her body language said ‘more’ and ‘harder.’ I let loose a volley of at least thirty good swats all over her bottom, intended to warm things up.
“Oh God! Ooo! Ow!” she said, raising her bottom to ask for even more.
The fabric of her dress was so thin as to provide no protection whatsoever, so I pulled it up slowly, saying, “I don’t think this is doing either of us much good. Let’s get it out of the way so I can see these nice, tight panties covering your naughty bottom.”
“Mmmmmm,” she hummed as my hands slid up her thighs and over her cheeks, pushing the dress in front of them while she lifted her hips, leaving the skirt bunched around her waist. I could now see the pretty, white bikini panties with soft lace around the legs and waist, out of which her firm flesh bulged just enough to show how tight they were. As much as I was enjoying the sight of her sexy ass confined in tight panties, I was already looking forward to taking them down and off as well.
I resumed spanking her beautiful butt in a steady pattern of a few to each cheek before switching sides and scolding her as well. She responded with moans, cries, and apologies, less than half of which were responses to pain.
I spanked her differently than the first time, partly because I knew what she could take and would want but mainly because this was a ‘good’ spanking. That meant a long series of semi-hard spanks interspersed with soothing strokes of her warm bottom between. My hands wandered more than last time between her cheeks but only glancing over the bulge in the crotch of her panties until it was fully exposed.
Occasionally, I would count the spanks to ensure I kept a series of them in the twenty to thirty range. Starting relatively softly but building up the force made each volley feel like a whole spanking, complete with soft, soothing caresses and appreciative moans. After five or six such sequences, I decided it was time for the panties to come down.
“Alright, young lady, that’ll be enough warming up. It’s time to take these panties down and get the real spanking underway on your bare bottom!” My fingers were wandering now to the point of feeling the heat and humidity that had built up between her legs, and her squirming told me she loved it, but she looked up at me in surprise when I said, “Stand up and pull your panties down!”
She understandably expected me to take them down as I had done last time, but I had two reasons for changing this. First, I wanted her to experience some change so she’d start to know what she liked, and second, I wanted to see her standing before me in those tight panties. Being the panty freak I am, I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see how the fabric flowed over her pussy and into her crotch. I was hoping for some cameltoe but would be happy with a tight outlining of those fleshy lips.
She clambered off my lap and stood on somewhat shaky legs, her crotch just below my eye level. Sliding her dress up, she hooked her fingers into the waist of her panties, ready to pull them down, but her dress was falling in the way, covering all I’d hoped to see.
“No, no, keep that dress up!” She looked at me with a ‘how am I supposed to do that?’ face. “Here, you hold up your dress, and I’ll pull your panties down.” She did as I asked with a little smile, as my fingers now slipped into the waist of the tight, white panties.
Not taking my eyes off her crotch, I was treated to the view of her pubic mound, enticingly pronounced by the tight stretchy fabric covering it and a bonus in the form of a short, wet line defining her slit, revealing how much she was enjoying herself. When I saw this, I had to touch it. Several fingers gently touched the wet spot and slid slowly between her legs, enlarging the damp stain. She moaned and squirmed slightly at this violation but made no effort to stop me.
“Ooo, just a little wet, are we? I think someone has been enjoying herself!” I said as I looked her in the eye. “Perhaps you like having your bottom spanked, hmm Amy?? Do you like being over my knee for a spanking?”
“No, sir, I just …”
“You ‘just’ what, Amy?”
“I’m just sweating, sir. My bottom is really hot, and I’m just … sweating,” she said, intentionally unconvincing.
“Hmm. I’ll have to keep an eye on that! … or maybe a finger!” I said, tapping my finger right on her pussy. I continued the unveiling, sliding my fingers around back to pull her panties down over her warm bottom, then circled around the front, sliding them down as I went. A small triangle of trimmed hair appeared atop her pubic mound, below which was the beginning of her slit that disappeared between her legs.
I pulled the panties down slowly while enjoying what was gradually revealed, but when done, I yanked them down to just above her knees. From there, I hoped they’d work their way down to her ankles with some spirited kicking while back over my knee.
My fingers skimmed across the firm flesh of her sumptuous thighs before slipping briefly into her slit again. I pulled my hand out, one fingertip lightly through her slit, and brought my fingers together, rubbing the tips together, feeling the lubrication. “Sweat, huh?” I said, looking her in the eye.
“My bottom’s really hot, you know!” she claimed defensively, “… and it hurts!!”
“Well then, you’ll have to beHAVE yourself to avoid getting another SPANKing! Won’t you?” I replied, emphasizing those syllables with a firm slap to each cheek.
“Yes sir,” she said meekly as she bent over to place herself again over my knee. While she settled in, I caressed and gently squeezed her brilliant pink cheeks. They were warm, but we knew that wasn’t sweat coating her labia. She wanted to hold on to the punishment aspect of this spanking a little longer before admitting how much she liked and wanted it.
“Mmm, nice warm cheeks,” I said as my hands embraced her fleshy mounds. Amy squirmed in a way that told me to get on with the spanking. I resumed swatting her bottom playfully but gradually built up to a long, hard series, the sound of a spanked bottom filling the room.
She was torn between pain and pleasure, relishing every strike to the bottom she raised in invitation but recoiled in pain as soon as it sunk in. Her gyrations threatened to toss her from my lap, so I circled my left hand around her waist and pulled her close to me, my left hand resting on her tummy underneath.
I gave her another ten in a row on each cheek before giving her another rest, my hands immediately going into high gear on and between her cheeks. Breathing heavily and moaning loudly between breaths, Amy loved what I was up to. I was about to slip down between her thighs again, using my finger as a dipstick to measure her lubrication level, when she surprised me.
“Oh, my poor bottom!” she said in her cute voice.
“What’s the matter? Is your ‘poor bottom’ hurting, Amy?”
“Yes. My bottom hurts! … a lot!” she whined while squirming on my lap in response to the massage I gave her sore cheeks. Thankfully, I still had the presence of mind to realize that may have been a signal that she wanted to move to the next stage, and I was more than ready to accommodate her.
Starting at the top of her butt crack, several fingers of one hand traced their way down through the deep cleft, over her tight little rosebud, and further but pulling out before reaching the steamy section. The other hand followed the same track, going slightly lower than before. Taking my eyes off her gorgeous ass, I looked to see where her panties were and found them halfway between her knees and ankles. Far enough that they’ll slide down as soon as she spreads her legs, which I was about to try and get her to do.