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Get your own Free Home PageChapter 4 - The Big Day Arrives.
We arrived at my house fully intending to get our work done and then onto our other discussion topic. Of course, as soon we put our books down we were hugging and kissing and then I saw something else on the table. There was a note from my folks saying that they had gone someplace and wouldn't be home until late that night. It went on to say that I would find leftovers in the refrigerators and such things that parents say in messages like that. The only part I was concerned with was that Sarah and I had the house to ourselves. I took tremendous self-control for us to do our schoolwork but that had to be done albeit hastily and without our usual attention to detail. Then we closed our books and looked at each other for moment. Neither of us said anything as I moved my chair away from the table and she bent down to take her shoes and socks off. When she walked around the table to stand next to me she said, "I'm nervous."
I responded, "We don't really have to do this if you don't want to."
She smiled. "You don't understand. I'm always like this before getting spanked but this is the first time I'm looking forward to it. I'm ready whenever you are."
She stepped closer and pushed her pelvis forward to facilitate the removal of the first piece of clothing. She wasn't the only one who was nervous. My fingers were shaking as I went down on one knee to unsnap her jeans. I caught a glimpse of her private areas when she got spanked at her house and saw her bare bottom twice since then but this was completely different. I was preparing her for a spanking on my lap and not just for a quick peek. She shivered slightly as the pants slid down her legs. I tried not to stare at the front of her panties but was not successful. When she stepped out of her pants I tossed them to one side and patted my thigh. She stopped for a kiss on her way down and then settled in. This was much better than the view I had during our practice session. Her panties hugged her bottom wonderfully and of course, I 'played' with their contents for a few moments. But as I promised, I did not make her wait long for the first swat. I had debated whether to make it a light tap or strike with a little more force. Then again, she had always contended that she wanted them to be hard so I think I found the right balance. I didn't make her whole body shake the way Uncle Jim did but her head shot up in surprise. I quickly gave her two like that and then gently rubbed the surface. I considered asking her if they were too hard but decided that would spoil the mood. If she had any real objections she could raise them herself. So I repeated the volley of three good swats and gentle rubbing twice more.
I helped her to her feet and pointed to the panties. Keeping the silence she pulled them down but just as she told me the first time we discussed spanking, they came down inch by inch. What a wonderful torment for me. When they were tossed to join her jeans she crossed her hands in front of her. She was looking coy and grinned when I pointed upwards. She slowly put her hands back on her head and then thrust her shoulders back. I put one hand on her waist and slid it down the outside of her thigh. When it came back up my thumb came very close to edge of her pubic hair and she took a quick breath. I pulled her back over my lap and although I had seen her bare bottom before it was never as beautiful as it was then. Slightly pink in spots and inviting more.
I continued as before. Some sharp slaps and then caressing. The only modifications were that I varied the number of spanks between the rubbings and occasionally I gave her an extra hard one. The way she jumped when that happened was quite exciting. The sounds that came form her were equally enticing. Soft moans with an occasional sharp intake of breath on the harder ones. I could've kept up that spanking for hours. As it was, I really can't recall how long that portion lasted but her bottom was a uniform shade of pink when she stood up again.
She was rubbing her rear end gingerly while I had to, um, rearrange a part of me so I could get to my feet. I had waffled back and forth as to whether she should be nude for the paddle position or not but her stance after she took off her panties tipped the scales. She stopped what she had been doing when I started to unbutton her shirt and smiled but stepped back a little and shook her head. She unbuckled my belt and went to the chair. With another smile she bent over and arched her back. I got the hint. The possibility of using my belt as a substitute for the paddle had been unresolved until that moment. I drew it out from my pants and moved to her side.
Oops, that created a problem. Unlike the previous time I took my belt off I was wearing different pants. The ones I had on were much looser and needed the belt. Can you imagine trying to play the part of a stern disciplinarian while holding your pants up with one hand? The girl with the bright pink bottom sticking out and in preparation for a whipping should be scared or at least contrite, not giggling. She said, "Take them off."
The continuation of her punishment(?) was postponed for a minute or two while I went to another chair, sat down, took off my shoes and then the pants. It probably was a good thing I did that then since one of the laces on my shoe decided to emulate the Georgian Knot and I had a heck of time convincing it that time was of the essence. Anyway, I'm glad it didn't happen when I was getting undressed for what I hoped to be the after-spanking festivities. As I stood up she smiled again and said, "Lose the socks."
OK, now I was the pictures of uncompromising authority in my white briefs and leather strap at the ready. She seemed more interested in what was starting to poke out of the briefs than the fearsome implement in my hand. As I moved closer to her she reached out an touched it. Not the belt.
The aforementioned continuation was in jeopardy but then she moved her fingers to the belt and whispered, "I want to feel it."
What was she talking about? She was already touching it. Oh, I get it, she wants to feel it on her bottom and in a subtle way she was telling me that she wanted more than just a few light taps with it. Still clarification was in order. I puffed myself up and relied, "Don't worry, You'll feel it seventeen times and I hope you learn a lesson from it. And I warn you, if you move from that position before I tell you to the penalty swat will be as hard as the one I gave you over your jeans."
As soon as the last sentence left my mouth I wondered what I had been thinking and why I said it. Oh well, there's nothing to be concerned about. I wasn't going to hit her very hard and it did add to the my image.
She put her hand back on the chair and pushed her bottom out as far as she could. I folded the belt in half and took aim. I admit I was new at this sort of business and wasn't sure how to judge the force of the blows. If this was a real punishment it would be no problem. The object would be to cause as much pain as possible but this wasn't like that. However, it had to something to satisfy her desire to 'feel it'. My consternation was for naught. I stumbled on the appropriate level right away. Not enough to get the screech and grimace I saw when Uncle Jim used the paddle but enough to elicit an "Oh" or some similar comment and by the fifth stroke she was doing a little wriggling. The belt was leaving small red marks that stood out from the pink background but they were also fading quickly. Overall I was quite happy with the way things were going.
We took a short break about halfway through and I used my hand to feel the heat from her bottom. You may have noticed that my original description of how I would spank her included rubbing between her legs. And that I've made no mention of that sort of thing during this spanking. The reason is that I hadn't. Why? I don't know. Maybe I was too involved in the joy of spanking her but this was a good time to correct that. Her legs were clamped together they way they were during the paddling but as I was caressing her I said, "Feet apart. Wider, Wider."
I touched her 'there' and she gasped and pushed back towards me. She lowered her upper torso so her face was on the chair and presented me with an obscene but marvelous display of her secret charms. The hell with the aforementioned continuation. It was time for other things. As one hand was probing new territory the other went under her to squeeze a breast. She liked that but when I attempted to raise her to her feet she panted, "Not yet."
Her legs came back together and I barely got my hand out before it was crushed and she shook her body as if to get it away from the hand under her. I picked up the belt from where it had fallen on the floor and went back to work with it. I avoided the temptation to use it in earnest to let out my ever building frustration and in a stroke or two I was back to just enjoying the present activity. The other thing I wanted us to do together was either going to happen or not and it did no good to worry about it. Carpe Diem and all that as I swung the belt again.
She was really doing the knee bend dance by the time finished but she was upright as soon as the seventeenth one landed. I didn't think anything of it as was about to give her a hug when she went right back over and said, "I'm sorry Sir. I stood up before you told me I could. One more stroke as a penalty."
Now I was in a quandary. Did she want me to go through with my stupid threat or was she just playing with me? She moved her feet apart just a little to get a more stable stance and I saw her hands grip the edge of the chair very tightly. She was getting ready for something much harder than the swats I had given her so far. I'll admit I was reluctant but if this was what the girl wanted I would do it. I picked the belt, let it out to its full length and let it swing. She really yelped and immediately did the deep knee bend and wriggle. I moved towards her but she managed to say, "No. Stay there."
I had to watch as she tried to assuage the sting without the use of her hands for at least a minute. When she finally asked if she could stand up I gave my permission. Her hands went to her bottom for some soothing and she said, "Wow, that was great and that last one could almost compare with Uncle Jim. Wait a minute. What happened to that?"
That last sentence was said with considerable surprise and the 'that' she referred to was the front of my briefs. More to the point, the lack of anything significant in them. I shrugged and answered, "I guess I didn't find actually hurting you very arousing. As you see, it had just the opposite effect."
She came to me saying, "Oh, Bill. I'm sorry. I had to know what it felt like. If it's any consolation, I'd put it right up there with Uncle Jim's strap and I don't ever want to do that again. I'm sorry, I didn't even think of how you would feel about it."
What's wrong with this picture? She's the one with a red stripe on her rear end that obviously still hurts and she's comforting me? Either way we found ourselves in each other's arms. She put a hand on her rear as it was still stinging and what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't assist. I don't think she minded although she pulled away from my hand a little. Given our respective positions the only way to move that part of her body was closer to mine. It didn't take long for my body to try and push hers away via a certain part swelling up. We hastily got all her clothes off and most of mine. Soon the only piece of clothing between us (and it really was between us) was my briefs. She had a good time removing them for me and gave me a little kiss down there. Then her wonderful fingers started to work on me but not to the point she brought me the previous time I was, um, exposed. I had a better idea and got something from my wallet that I'd been saving for just a situation like this. It proved to be very useful but I won't go into that here. I will tell you that it was absolutely wonderful.
We were definitely going to do that again. No, not just that but the spanking. Make that the spanking without the belt. And what the heck, we'll do that other thing too. And, in fact, we did. Many times.
Life is good.
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