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Mr. Jones has lived next door to my mom and I for a couple of years now and we have become good friends with him. Mom is always complaining to him what a bad girl I am and how I need someone to teach me a lesson. I never quite understand what she means by this, she is always saying to me that if I was Mr. Jones daughter he would know how to deal with me. She will even say that when I am standing right next to him and he just looks at me and grins. I like Mr. Jones, he is a good looking strong man probably a little older than my mom and whenever he talks to me I get this little tingle in between my legs. We share the same mail box so I get to take his mail over to him every couple of days and he always invites me to sit and have a glass of lemonade with him as we chat. The other day mom and Mr. Jones were standing outside the kitchen window and I could hear that they were talking about me. Mom was going on about the usual stuff, like how my room is a mess, I don't do my homework and I don't pick up after myself. Mr. Jones replied that he did not think of me as a bad girl just that I need some good old fashioned discipline to make me more responsible. He continued by saying that he would be willing to help with this if my mom thought it would be of benefit. What my mom said next just floored me because she asked him how he would go about “spanking” me. “SPANKING”, the word just screamed in my mind, is that what she had been alluding to all this time, why on earth would I deserve to be spanked. My ears were glued to the conversation now as Mr. Jones told mom how he has this thick leather strap that he would use on my bare bottom, mom said that she thought that might be too harsh but Mr. Jones assured her that discipline should not be taken lightly and should make a good impression on a naughty girls bare bottom. My mom said she agreed with him and would give it a lot of thought and would let him know when the time was right, with that she headed back into the house and I darted upstairs to my room.
I was sitting on my bed, the words spanking, bare bottom and leather strap still ringing in my ears, my legs were actually shaking and my whole body trembling. I started to imagine how an actual spanking would take place, what I would be wearing and how he would do it. I distinctly remembered him saying bare bottom and I felt a little tingle in between my legs as I pictured him looking at me with my dress up and my panties around my ankles. I could feel my face blush and get hot as I imagined him seeing not only my bare bottom but my private little fun place between my legs. I wondered if I would be over his knee or bent over something like a table or chair, as my imagination took on a life of its own I instinctively let my fingers drift down under my dress to stroke my kitty. The stroking of my kitty became faster and more urgent as I laid back on my bed petting and fingering my little peach quickly bringing me to a very intense orgasm. I thought, wow that was intense and quick, could the idea of being spanked by Mr. Jones have brought on such a powerful orgasm. For the next week I was consumed by these thoughts and every opportunity had me fingering myself to climactic bliss. I did notice as the week went on how Mr. Jones looked at me a little different, as though he was undressing me with his eyes but the tension only served to fuel my arousal as my young brain began to invent all kinds of scenarios with me and Mr. Jones in them. Mom was a little more reserved than usual as I could tell she was preoccupied in thought and I knew just what that thought was but I needed to get this out in the open between Mr. Jones and myself.
It was Saturday morning and I had spent a restless night thinking about how I would go about opening up to Mr. Jones but I decided that I would just let fate take its course after I set the wheels in motion. I took my time bathing and of course fingering my kitty then picked out my favourite little summer dress and a pair of thin skimpy panties. The dress was short with an empire waist and flowed seductively as I walked, mom didn't like it because the design made it ride up over my bottom if I bent over at all but I thought that is exactly what I wanted today. We didn't have mail delivered on Saturday but I had saved one letter so I would have an excuse to go see him. Mr. Jones had a big smile on his face when he saw me at his door and as he asked me in he made a comment about my trembling hands as I gave him the letter. He invited me into the kitchen like he always does to pour us some lemonade, he complimented me on how pretty I looked today then said he did not ever remember seeing me in this dress. I explained the reason why, that mom didn't like the way it rode up over my hips to show off my bottom and he added that he liked the way it fit me and that I should be proud of my full round bottom, that made me blush considering the reason I had come to see him. Mr. Jones saw me blush asking me why I appeared so nervous today and I told him that I had something rather personal that I needed to clarify with him. He assured me that whatever it was, I could say and ask anything that was on my mind irrespective of how embarrassing I thought it might be. I nodded and then blurted out saying, do you think I am a bad girl Mr Jones, do think I need to be punished. He sat back in his seat and looked deep into my eyes for a minute while stroking his chin then stated simply, no, I don't think you are bad and no you do not deserve to be punished. He continued saying that bad and punishment do not enter into this; you are a good girl by nature and just need a little guidance and direction in your life. Do you need to be spanked, absolutely but not as punishment, a good hard spanking and a good cry will make you a more compliant young lady and give you a clear outlook on life. I sat listening to him finally understanding the difference then told him that I had overheard him and my mom talking and wanted to know if he really intended on spanking me. Well, he said, I will spank you if that is what you want me to do; I am not your guardian so I have no legal claim over you so you must enter into this agreement of your own free will. I said that I had already thought long and hard about it but didn't tell him about how many times I had masturbated thinking about it, and then said that I would accept whatever treatment he felt was necessary and had dressed like this today in preparation. Mr. Jones said that he appreciated my honesty and frankness then pointed out that my selection of dress was perfect for the situation. He got up from the table and went to the cupboard, he opened it and withdrew a rather long heavy sinister looking leather strap, brought it back and set it down in front of me. It was almost three feet long, two inches wide and a good half inch thick, the site of it made my heart pound so hard I thought it would leap out of my chest and the scent of the well-worn oiled leather was actually intoxicating. My next question was a simple one asking him what he wanted me to do; his answer was short and to the point. First he said, drop the Mr. Jones and call me Mark, next I want you to reach under your dress and remove your panties because you won't need them and bring the strap with you into the living room.
He took me into the living room where he positioned me in front of a odd shaped heavy table, it was padded on the top, sloped away at a shallow angle and had a horizontal brass bar at ankle height. Mark told me to place my feet on the inside of the bar and bend over the table, as I did my dress slid up over my hips as I expected, exposing my naked bottom and rapidly moistening kitty to his view. Mark stopped for a minute to take in the site of my soft flawless round bottom and the tell-tale signs of an aroused pussy. Next he asked me to place my hands in the small of my back so he could hold them there, once in this position I realized that I was powerless to move and he could pin me down while the bar prevented me from lifting my legs. Mark could see everything he had always wanted to see and was pleased to notice that a considerable amount of slick fluid was seeping out from between my girl parts; he admired the clean hairless peach of a pussy and longed to lick those plump little labia. Marks cock swelled in his trousers as he considered ravishing this innocent vulnerable slip of a girl but first things first as he adjusted his rigid organ so it would lay comfortably against his belly. Mark cleared his throat as he spoke to try to cover his obvious excitement and fought to keep a clear head which was being distracted by the vision bent over in front of him. Finally speaking in a soft low voice he described what he was about to put me through, as he tapped the heavy strap against my unprotected bottom he told me that he intended to spank me hard and fast until I was crying. I did not have long to wait as he swung that heavy strap making the air sing and then SMACK, the impact of the heavy strap made my whole body shake, driving the wind out of my lungs and making me grunt with every stroke. The sting had not hardly started as the strap found its target for the second and third time but by the fourth I was well on my way to wailing aloud in pain. Oh gawd Mark I yelled it is too hard and too painful, I can't take it, but Mark quietly replied that I would take it and I had no other choice. He did not let up but actually struck me even harder; oh gawd I wailed as the strap whipped my helpless bottom. The heavy leather made a meaty whup sound every time it sunk into my burning flesh but when I figured it could not get any worse he started down the backs of my tender thighs. I was beyond yelling and was only able to cry and weep, pinned down by his strong hand and locked in place by the brass bar over my ankles I could do nothing but lay there and absorb the blows. I my effort to struggle I did not realize that I was actually spreading my legs farther apart giving him a better view of my honey pot and also allowing the strap to strike my tender inner thighs. All I could feel was a burning pain but Mark could see something that he was urgently waiting for and that was my slippery lubricant leaking from my aroused pussy. I was unaware that I was so aroused until the first orgasm overcame me; the convulsions of my orgasms were timed with the striking of the strap as though they were in unison. Mark kept striking me with that evil strap as hard as he could until I screamed in one massive orgasm, squirting my fluids all over the floor.
Mark was gently rubbing my inflamed swollen bottom and thighs telling me what a good girl I was and how he would be proud to call me his daughter. He watched the thick slick fluid dripping from my kitty and running down the insides of my thighs and admiring my pussy lips quivering and swollen with arousal. I looked back at him through my tears and smiling replied, I would be happy to be your daughter if you would do this to me every weekend, but what if I was your wife how would you treat me then. Mark whispered in my ear, well if you were my wife you would get the strap every night and then you would get this. He moved in behind me and kicked my legs farther apart and while holding my hands tightly behind my back I could feel something pushing against my kitty spreading the slick wet lips apart. As he slid the massive head of his large rigid cock into my little kitty he asked me if I wanted this, all I could do was moan my approval, so he plunged his stiff member deep into my belly. In and out he plunged the whole length of this muscular python, pushing my body into the table making me grunt with every thrust. His rigid massive cock near split me in half as it slid deep into me, the pounding turning my exhausted body into a rag doll dangling from the end of his cock. I thought all my orgasms were used up but he would show me otherwise and as it built up and up to one more explosive body racking orgasm his own flood of cum burst into me like a fire hose. Mark was laying heavy on my back as we tried to catch our breath, both completely spent from the exertion. When he finally let me up I spun around and throwing my arms around his neck gave him a long wet kiss. I started saying things like I want to spend the night and I love you but Mark was much more patient and he said, I want you to go home talk to your mom about what just happened, sleep on it tonight and tomorrow I will give you a choice so I agreed to his terms and did as he said. The next day I hurried over to Marks house and on the kitchen table was the heavy strap but also he had two lovely outfits, one was a nice school girl outfit and the other was a wedding dress. Mark stood behind the table and said, please choose the life style you want, well I chose both and Mark looked confused. I explained that I would love to be his wife but sometimes I will need to be treated like a schoolgirl.
I was sitting on my bed, the words spanking, bare bottom and leather strap still ringing in my ears, my legs were actually shaking and my whole body trembling. I started to imagine how an actual spanking would take place, what I would be wearing and how he would do it. I distinctly remembered him saying bare bottom and I felt a little tingle in between my legs as I pictured him looking at me with my dress up and my panties around my ankles. I could feel my face blush and get hot as I imagined him seeing not only my bare bottom but my private little fun place between my legs. I wondered if I would be over his knee or bent over something like a table or chair, as my imagination took on a life of its own I instinctively let my fingers drift down under my dress to stroke my kitty. The stroking of my kitty became faster and more urgent as I laid back on my bed petting and fingering my little peach quickly bringing me to a very intense orgasm. I thought, wow that was intense and quick, could the idea of being spanked by Mr. Jones have brought on such a powerful orgasm. For the next week I was consumed by these thoughts and every opportunity had me fingering myself to climactic bliss. I did notice as the week went on how Mr. Jones looked at me a little different, as though he was undressing me with his eyes but the tension only served to fuel my arousal as my young brain began to invent all kinds of scenarios with me and Mr. Jones in them. Mom was a little more reserved than usual as I could tell she was preoccupied in thought and I knew just what that thought was but I needed to get this out in the open between Mr. Jones and myself.
It was Saturday morning and I had spent a restless night thinking about how I would go about opening up to Mr. Jones but I decided that I would just let fate take its course after I set the wheels in motion. I took my time bathing and of course fingering my kitty then picked out my favourite little summer dress and a pair of thin skimpy panties. The dress was short with an empire waist and flowed seductively as I walked, mom didn't like it because the design made it ride up over my bottom if I bent over at all but I thought that is exactly what I wanted today. We didn't have mail delivered on Saturday but I had saved one letter so I would have an excuse to go see him. Mr. Jones had a big smile on his face when he saw me at his door and as he asked me in he made a comment about my trembling hands as I gave him the letter. He invited me into the kitchen like he always does to pour us some lemonade, he complimented me on how pretty I looked today then said he did not ever remember seeing me in this dress. I explained the reason why, that mom didn't like the way it rode up over my hips to show off my bottom and he added that he liked the way it fit me and that I should be proud of my full round bottom, that made me blush considering the reason I had come to see him. Mr. Jones saw me blush asking me why I appeared so nervous today and I told him that I had something rather personal that I needed to clarify with him. He assured me that whatever it was, I could say and ask anything that was on my mind irrespective of how embarrassing I thought it might be. I nodded and then blurted out saying, do you think I am a bad girl Mr Jones, do think I need to be punished. He sat back in his seat and looked deep into my eyes for a minute while stroking his chin then stated simply, no, I don't think you are bad and no you do not deserve to be punished. He continued saying that bad and punishment do not enter into this; you are a good girl by nature and just need a little guidance and direction in your life. Do you need to be spanked, absolutely but not as punishment, a good hard spanking and a good cry will make you a more compliant young lady and give you a clear outlook on life. I sat listening to him finally understanding the difference then told him that I had overheard him and my mom talking and wanted to know if he really intended on spanking me. Well, he said, I will spank you if that is what you want me to do; I am not your guardian so I have no legal claim over you so you must enter into this agreement of your own free will. I said that I had already thought long and hard about it but didn't tell him about how many times I had masturbated thinking about it, and then said that I would accept whatever treatment he felt was necessary and had dressed like this today in preparation. Mr. Jones said that he appreciated my honesty and frankness then pointed out that my selection of dress was perfect for the situation. He got up from the table and went to the cupboard, he opened it and withdrew a rather long heavy sinister looking leather strap, brought it back and set it down in front of me. It was almost three feet long, two inches wide and a good half inch thick, the site of it made my heart pound so hard I thought it would leap out of my chest and the scent of the well-worn oiled leather was actually intoxicating. My next question was a simple one asking him what he wanted me to do; his answer was short and to the point. First he said, drop the Mr. Jones and call me Mark, next I want you to reach under your dress and remove your panties because you won't need them and bring the strap with you into the living room.
He took me into the living room where he positioned me in front of a odd shaped heavy table, it was padded on the top, sloped away at a shallow angle and had a horizontal brass bar at ankle height. Mark told me to place my feet on the inside of the bar and bend over the table, as I did my dress slid up over my hips as I expected, exposing my naked bottom and rapidly moistening kitty to his view. Mark stopped for a minute to take in the site of my soft flawless round bottom and the tell-tale signs of an aroused pussy. Next he asked me to place my hands in the small of my back so he could hold them there, once in this position I realized that I was powerless to move and he could pin me down while the bar prevented me from lifting my legs. Mark could see everything he had always wanted to see and was pleased to notice that a considerable amount of slick fluid was seeping out from between my girl parts; he admired the clean hairless peach of a pussy and longed to lick those plump little labia. Marks cock swelled in his trousers as he considered ravishing this innocent vulnerable slip of a girl but first things first as he adjusted his rigid organ so it would lay comfortably against his belly. Mark cleared his throat as he spoke to try to cover his obvious excitement and fought to keep a clear head which was being distracted by the vision bent over in front of him. Finally speaking in a soft low voice he described what he was about to put me through, as he tapped the heavy strap against my unprotected bottom he told me that he intended to spank me hard and fast until I was crying. I did not have long to wait as he swung that heavy strap making the air sing and then SMACK, the impact of the heavy strap made my whole body shake, driving the wind out of my lungs and making me grunt with every stroke. The sting had not hardly started as the strap found its target for the second and third time but by the fourth I was well on my way to wailing aloud in pain. Oh gawd Mark I yelled it is too hard and too painful, I can't take it, but Mark quietly replied that I would take it and I had no other choice. He did not let up but actually struck me even harder; oh gawd I wailed as the strap whipped my helpless bottom. The heavy leather made a meaty whup sound every time it sunk into my burning flesh but when I figured it could not get any worse he started down the backs of my tender thighs. I was beyond yelling and was only able to cry and weep, pinned down by his strong hand and locked in place by the brass bar over my ankles I could do nothing but lay there and absorb the blows. I my effort to struggle I did not realize that I was actually spreading my legs farther apart giving him a better view of my honey pot and also allowing the strap to strike my tender inner thighs. All I could feel was a burning pain but Mark could see something that he was urgently waiting for and that was my slippery lubricant leaking from my aroused pussy. I was unaware that I was so aroused until the first orgasm overcame me; the convulsions of my orgasms were timed with the striking of the strap as though they were in unison. Mark kept striking me with that evil strap as hard as he could until I screamed in one massive orgasm, squirting my fluids all over the floor.
Mark was gently rubbing my inflamed swollen bottom and thighs telling me what a good girl I was and how he would be proud to call me his daughter. He watched the thick slick fluid dripping from my kitty and running down the insides of my thighs and admiring my pussy lips quivering and swollen with arousal. I looked back at him through my tears and smiling replied, I would be happy to be your daughter if you would do this to me every weekend, but what if I was your wife how would you treat me then. Mark whispered in my ear, well if you were my wife you would get the strap every night and then you would get this. He moved in behind me and kicked my legs farther apart and while holding my hands tightly behind my back I could feel something pushing against my kitty spreading the slick wet lips apart. As he slid the massive head of his large rigid cock into my little kitty he asked me if I wanted this, all I could do was moan my approval, so he plunged his stiff member deep into my belly. In and out he plunged the whole length of this muscular python, pushing my body into the table making me grunt with every thrust. His rigid massive cock near split me in half as it slid deep into me, the pounding turning my exhausted body into a rag doll dangling from the end of his cock. I thought all my orgasms were used up but he would show me otherwise and as it built up and up to one more explosive body racking orgasm his own flood of cum burst into me like a fire hose. Mark was laying heavy on my back as we tried to catch our breath, both completely spent from the exertion. When he finally let me up I spun around and throwing my arms around his neck gave him a long wet kiss. I started saying things like I want to spend the night and I love you but Mark was much more patient and he said, I want you to go home talk to your mom about what just happened, sleep on it tonight and tomorrow I will give you a choice so I agreed to his terms and did as he said. The next day I hurried over to Marks house and on the kitchen table was the heavy strap but also he had two lovely outfits, one was a nice school girl outfit and the other was a wedding dress. Mark stood behind the table and said, please choose the life style you want, well I chose both and Mark looked confused. I explained that I would love to be his wife but sometimes I will need to be treated like a schoolgirl.
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