Samantha Gets Spanked

“I think you’d better come on.” He patted his knee. “Just take your punishment.”

I didn’t want to do it, but I had a feeling he was about to leave the room and pick up a phone if I kept fighting it. “Are you gonna tell my dad?”

“Only if you don’t take your spanking tonight. If you just hurry up and take it, we’ll never say a word if you don’t.”

“We?”

“Yeah, me and my wife. She knows I’m in here. In fact, I think she might’ve been mad enough to spank you herself.” He once again patted his knee. “Come on. Up and over. And this time it’s on your bare butt. You’re old enough to know better.”

I took a deep breath, then walked toward him, reluctantly. That same sick feeling came over me, the one I used to get when I was about to get a spanking as a child. That nauseating feeling of dread and acceptance. And I sure as hell didn’t want to take a chance of receiving a paddling - or worse - from my dad.

I stood there at Mr. Murphy’s thigh, just about to bend over. Shouldn’t this be the part where I’m turned on? My fantasy was suddenly vivid in my head. And it was nothing like this.

Mr. Murphy glared at me. “I don’t have all night. Come on. Over my knee.”

I gulped. As a last ditch effort to try to make the situation a little brighter for myself, I looked in his eyes, hoping to see his sympathy like I had that day so many years ago. But his eyes were cold. The only emotion I saw was anger.

And somehow, his anger turned me on. Sure, it might hurt, but I looked around for a second and realized he was going to spank my bare butt with his hand. Yes! I knew I had to suppress my smile and prepare to embrace the pain. I was determined to make the most out of this disappointing situation. I had boyfriends over the years who spanked me once in a while, and I loved it, but it was nothing like a real spanking. And here he was - the man who had driven my imagination wild over the years. And he was about to spank me, for real.

I met his angry stare. “You said ‘bare bottom,’ right?”

He smirked. “Yes.”

“Okay.” I pulled up my little nightgown that barely covered my ass, and slipped my thumbs inside the waistband of my pink panties. I stood there at his thigh and pushed them down, stopping a few inches below my butt.

I didn’t turn to give him another look. With my panties pulled down, I bent forward, across his lap. He immediately grabbed my waist and pushed me along a little further until my hands lay flat against the carpet and my feet no longer touched the floor.

Mr. Murphy couldn’t see it, but I was smiling ear to ear. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, reveling in the way his strong arm secured me to his lap. He grabbed my panties and pulled them down to my knees.

Maybe this won’t be bad at all, I thought, as I felt a cool draft of air against my bare skin.

And then the spanking began. Immediately, I knew I was wrong.