Ann's Spanking
Ann sat on the corner of the bed waiting for Tom to enterthe room and give the inevetible order to strip and lay acrossthe bed for her spanking. She could hear the sound of the straplanding across her Jennifer's rear and the accompanying cries ofpain and promises to be a good girl. As she sat listening sheremembered one of the many spankings she had recieved from her father many years ago. She had been sixteen and, she figured, too old to be spankedanymore. Ann's father had just started allowing her to go out withsome of the boys from school, on the stipulation that she be homeno later than 10:30. She usually had no problem being in on timebut never really worried about what might happen if she should belater than that, figuring that at most she would be grounded for aweek or so, after all, it had been almost 2 years since her lastspanking. Well, one night she was out with a boy she particularly likedand didn't pay attention to the time, it was nearly midnight before she came home. As soon as she stepped in the house her father was waiting for her strap in hand. "Well young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?" he asked."Didn't I tell you that you were to be in by 10:30 or you'd be punished?" She didn't know what to say, "Y-yes sir, b-but it's not evenmidnight yet, I didn't think.." "That's right, you certainly didn't", her father broke in, "andnow you're going to be punished, you had no right worrying your mother & me like that.". "I'm sorry dad, it won't happen again, I just lost track of thetime". Her eyes were transfixed to the leather strap dangling in herfather's hand. "You bet it won't happen again young lady," he said, "after Iget through with your backside you'll be sure to be in on time fromhere on." "B-b-backside" she stammered, "you're not really going to strapme now are you, I'm too old for that." "Nonsense girl, obviously you aren't old enough to follow my orders, and if you're going to act like a 10 year old you can figure on being treated like one includung having your bare bottomstrapped." "Now go to your room and take off your jeans and panties" he ordered. "Oh how humiliating!" she thought, "not only getting a strappingbut a bare bottomed one at that, and at my age." She knew better that to argue though, she could tell that her dadmeant business and now was not the time to try to bargain her way out of what she had coming. Slowly she walked to her room with herdad right behind, once inside she fumbled nervously with the buttonson her jeans finally getting them undone, then slowly she slid them off, past her shapely hips and to the floor. "Panties too" said her father, and then lay down across the bed." "Please dad, can't I leave them on, it'll hurt just as bad," shepleaded, thinking how embarrasing it would be for her to have toexpose her maturing body to her father. "You heard me girl, either you take them off or I will!" he exclaimed. She certainly didn't want that so she complied, removing herpanties and draping her body across the bed. "Legs apart," he ordered, and she did as she was told. SMACK!! the strap landed without warning bringing a yelp fromAnn's throat, OWWW! SMACK, WHAP, SMACK, SMACK, the strap landed again and again onthe unprotected cheecks until she lost count. The strapping seemedto go on forever to her, though in reality it only lasted five minutesor so it seemed an eternity to her stinging, burning bottom. WHAP, SLAP, WHAP, the strap continued to land, each strokecausing the fire in her bum to burn ever hotter, by the 15th strokeshe was blubbering like a baby, chanting the same song all naughty girls do at these times, "PLEASE DADDY, I-I'M SORRY, I'LL BE A G-GOODGIRL I PROMISE! PLEASE NO MORE!. The sounds of that long ago whipping were still ringing in herears when Tom walked into the room with his belt still in hand. "Well, do you have anything to say for yourself before we start?"he asked. The sound of his voice snapped her back to the present, she had begun to get turned on thinking about her fathers belting, and shehad almost forgotten that she was about to recieve another that wouldsurely be at least as severe as that one for charging her and Tom's credit card to the limit without telling him. She could only shake her head and murmer a soft "no, but I'm sorryTom, it won't happen again." "I know it won't Ann," he said, "because after I'm done with yourbottom you'll think twice before charging our card up like thatagain." "I've decided to use the razor strop on you to make sure ofthat, now take off your panties and bend over the corner of the bedwith one leg on each side of the corner, with your legs well apart." "Oh no Tom, not the strop, please!" The strop had been Tom's grandfathers, and he'd never used it onher before, it was thick and Tom had made sure to always keep the leather well oiled to keep it from cracking, he had threatened to useit before but never had. Ann knew that this time she was beingpunished for real. "Please, just use your belt,"she pleaded, but it fell on deaf earsas Tom was already getting it out of their closet. "Don't try to get out of it Ann, you know you deserve it andthere's nothing you can say to change my mind, now bend over and take down those panties," he commanded. Tears welling up in her eyes she did as she was told, hooking athumb in each side of her panties she slid them down around her anklesand straddled the corner of the bed laying her stomach on the mattresswith one leg on each side of the corner knowing this would be aspanking she would never forget. Placing a hand on each thigh at the top Tom pulled her back untilher bottom was hanging over the corner of the bed with her pubessitting right at the edge. "Are you ready for your punishment Ann?" he asked. "Y-Yes," she whimpered, "I'm sorry." WHOOOOSH, CRAAACK! the strop landed without warning. "OOOOOOOOHHHH" Ann cried, "PLEASE NO!" Again it whistled through the air, SMAAACK!, right across hertender ass. "OHOHOHOH! PLEASE TOM, IT HURTS!" Taking no notice Tom raised the razor strop again, briging it firmly down across both cheecks of Ann's naked posterior, WHAACK!CRAACK!, SMAACK!. Ann was sobbing lustily from the third stroke on, she had neverexperienced a burning like this in her behind before, "PLEASE, NO MORETOM, I'M SORRY, OOOOHHHH!" Tom continued his assault on his wife's quickly reddeningbackside. WHOOOSH, CRAAACK! "OOOOWWWW!" P-PLEASE", was all she could say, her cheeks would clench and unclench franticly trying to reduce theheat that quickly built in her bottom but to no avail, and throughall of her crying Tom continued undaunted. WHISSHHH, SMAACK!, WHAAPP! the leather continued to find it'smark, making an angry red stripe and a weal on each side of the belt on every stroke. By the eighteenth stroke Ann's crying was one continuous wail. "OHHHHHH, PLEASE, I'LL BE GOOD," she cried, "NO MORE, PLEASE!" But the strapping went on for a full five minutes, by the timeTom laid the strop down Ann's ass was a mound of red stripes, somealready turning a light blue with white weals on either side of where the strop had landed. As he looked at the form of his now sobbing wife, still bent over with her legs spread and ass hanging over the edge of the bed, he pulled out his now hard and reddened cock and slid it tothe hilt into Ann's dripping cunt. Tom couldn't remember the lasttime her pussy felt so hot or wet. As Ann lay bent over still crying, she felt Tom thrust into her and was surprised at how hot she felt, she came almost at once, and she was still crying! The orgasm went from the tips ofher toes to the top of her head it felt like. Tom fucked her frombehind like that until she came three more times, then he releasedwhat felt like a quart of come into her dripping hole, some spillingout around his engorged cock, laying down both of them spent, Tom kissed the remaining tears from Ann's face, and told her all was forgiven, they both agreed however, that that was one of the mostintense love-making sessions that either one had ever experienced. As they rested Ann slid down and licked Tom's tool clean bringingit slowly back to life, they made love twice more that night and bothagreed that the strop would be used again for any more major infractions, and secretly Ann hoped it wouldn't be all that longbefore he had to use it on her again.
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