Naughty Spanking One

by Miranda Forbes

  As her body slowly came down off the peak of her orgasm, Jack leaned over her, his abdomen touching her hot ass, his chest pressing her cuffed hands against the small of her back. He lowered his body to hers, sliding his hands between her chest and the table, cupping her tits in his palms.

  ‘Arch your back,’ he ordered, massaging her breasts as she complied.

  His fingers pinched her taut nipples, sending more zings of ecstasy from her tits to her clit. Then the sensations intensified again as he began to thrust in and out. He rolled her nipples between his fingertips, tightening the pressure on them. ‘You like this? You like it when I pinch your nipples?’

  Her heart thundering in her chest, her breath wheezing in and out, she couldn’t answer for a minute as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. ‘God, yes,’ she moaned. ‘Do it more. Pinch them harder.’

  In response, he held on tighter and she felt the flames of ecstasy spiraling around her nipples, through her breasts and burning down to her stuffed pussy and ass. It had been so long since she’d been thoroughly dominated and fucked like this and she loved it! ‘That’s… it, sir.’ The words escaped between each thrust into her. ‘Please… I need to… come again.’

  Releasing her throbbing nipples, he started pumping his hard cock faster, reaming her spasming pussy. She whimpered in disappointment at the loss of the pressure on her tits, but yelped with surprise when his large hand came down on one side of her hot ass. Then the other hand slapped the other side. With no rhyme or reason, he continued sporadically spanking her blushing ass.

  The sting from his slaps, coupled with his increasing power of his shaft plunging deeper and deeper into her body, brought her to the edge of orgasm. ‘Please, sir,’ she begged. ‘I need to come.’

  ‘Wait for it,’ he commanded. ‘I’ll let you come in a minute.’

  She wiggled against the fullness invading her body, feeling the sensations growing stronger, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Relaxing her muscles as much as she could, she let Jack piston his huge shaft in and out of her pussy.

  Just when she thought she couldn’t wait one more second, he brought both hands down on her spanked ass, his thumbs pressing on the butt plug. He thrust as deep into her body as possible and held his erection inside her. ‘Now!’ he shouted. ‘Come for me now!’

  She felt the warmth of his semen, even through the condom, as he spurted in orgasm. Her muscles clenched around his pulsing cock, milking every drop she could as her body shuddered and shook with her climax. Wordlessly, she cried out, feeling the sensations coursing through her body, increasing in intensity. She gasped for air, trying to keep her heart from beating right out of her chest.

  Just as the spasms shaking her body began to lessen, Jack reached one hand beneath her, his fingers touching and rubbing her clit. Unadulterated ecstasy shot through her body, tightening every muscle, making her pant until she nearly passed out again.

  Just as she thought she was going to faint, his fingers released her throbbing clit, letting her slowly down from the peak of her pleasure.

  A tiny click sounded and her arms fell to her sides, her wrists released from the cuffs. She groaned as she brought her arms up. Turning her head to one side, she laid her head against her arms, not moving another muscle.

  Jack leaned forward, enveloping her body as he brought his arms around her, cradling her against his chest. ‘Are you okay?’

  ‘I don’t think I can move,’ she said. ‘I’ve never come that hard.’

  ‘Not even when you’ve been spanked?’

  She sighed, remembering several lovers who’d warmed her ass. ‘Not even then. This was incredible.’

  Nuzzling the soft skin beneath her ear, his breath warmed her lobe. ‘You realize that our entire relationship has completely changed.’

  She stiffened as his words rumbled in her ear. ‘I know.’

  ‘I know… what?’

  She shivered with delight. ‘I know, sir.’

  ‘I’m not going to hesitate to spank your ass till it burns if you sass me again.’

  There was only a slight hesitation before she said, ‘I know, sir.’

  ‘And I won’t hesitate to fuck you in the ass if you misbehave.’

  With his cock still in her pussy, the butt plug in her ass and his arms wrapped securely around her, she paused a moment. Finally, she turned her face farther back so that her lips practically touched his.

  ‘I know, sir,’ she replied, knowing that there was no going back, knowing that she didn’t want to. ‘I know.’

  Colonial Times

  by Mel. J. Fleming II

  It was the year of 1773, in pastoral Boston countryside. The newly married Lord David and Lady Barrington had just arrived in their new large home, just outside the city limits. Nevia Barrington was a lady who desired all things be in perfect order for her husband, who was often out and about on King George’s business in the Colonies.

  The two new female servants, Mary and Sophia, were busy putting plates in the kitchen, while removal men put all the furniture in its proper order. The stable boys were currying and feeding the horses, all was busy as she gave directions.

  Lord Barrington was a lovely but strict husband who believed in discipline when running his affairs. A former Commander in the Royal Navy, he was not against physical punishment, having had many seaman flogged on the gratings. In fact when he was engaged to Nevia, he had soundly spanked her several times on her sumptuously bare bottom when displeased with her behaviour.

  There had been an occasion when she spoke ill of a lady at Royal Court, and he was told by one of his spying servants, whom he paid a fee to keep secret watch on her. Later that night, he made her take off her dress in a spare room, down to her bloomers. “Now, my darling, you had no business using a harsh tongue toward Lady Emerson. She was our hostess and you’ve grieved me deeply. Now you must learn a lesson in humility.” He then sat in an armless chair, taking her over his lap, her bountiful bottom encased in her linen bloomers, placed in the proper spanking position. Taking his leather belt in his right hand, he doubled it, taking careful aim at her bottom.

  Raising the belt, he suddenly let fly, and it made a loud snapping crack against her left

  cheek! Nevia shrieked and kicked her legs, but she was tightly held in his grip. He struck her right cheek and her wails of pain and suffering began. The leather belt made cracking sounds against her bottom, becoming scorched from its impact.

  “Oh please! I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! Please stop!”

  However, unconvinced, David continued the whipping, lecturing poor Nevia on the virtues of the lady-like behaviour expected if they were to marry. The belt fell across her plump red bottom a dozen more times, before he finally stopped. He tossed the leather down, taking her in his arms, kissing her deeply, pulling down her bloomers, and massaging her bouncing sweaty backside.

  He soon pulled her atop him, inhaling her beautiful breasts, like a suckling infant, as she cried from the horrible whipping she had received. However, while the tears ran down her face, she also felt sensual desire building inside as he disrobed while alternately kissing her lips and sucking and biting her copious breasts.

  Soon, with them both naked, he pulled her on to him and she strode his immense penis as a rider would a prized stallion, moaning, gasping, sweat flowing down her face and shoulders. David was pulling her in a “back-forward” motion, making the mixture of pain and pleasure immeasurably joyful. Even though her bottom was aching from the whipping, after several minutes more, Nevia sank into his arms, smothering him with kisses, bathing David in hot, steamy sweat. Lying in each other’s wetness, she promised to behave herself in a better manner, although later on he did give her several whippings, as a reminder.

  Six months later, when affairs were well established, Lady Nevia often took walks along the garden path into the forest to enjoy the natural surroundings. One Tuesday, though, when she was near the barn, she went to spy upon what s
he perceived to be a disturbance in the barn. She peeked in the doorway and was surprised to see Matthew, the senior stableman, spanking Mary the household maid! Mary was over Matthew’s lap, her bare behind being beaten with his sandal. It was indeed a sight to see. Mary had a beautiful backside, curvy and plump, turning a bright pink under the skilful application of the old man’s sandal! “ I warned you what I’d do, girl, if I caught you in the barn without proper shoes on, didn’t I?” growled Matthew. “I told you there were loose nails and things to hurt your feet, but you won’t listen, will you?” Mary was wriggling, and sobbing like a spoiled child.

  “This will learn ya to obey what I tell ya!”

  Nevia, although indignant about the old man spanking Mary, was carried back to memories of how Lord David had whipped her own bottom on several occasions. She felt a strange warmth in her vagina, and began rubbing herself down below, to relieve what she felt. Her breathing became heavy, but she hushed herself, so as to not make any noise and disturb what was happening. Mary was squirming, twisting , arms flailing as Matthew’s sandal continued its assault on her reddening bouncing cheeks. Matthew, after counting 50 strikes, stopped and let Mary up; she bolted away to the house, tears flowing down her face. Lady Nevia quickly left, heading for the forest, her mind swimming with a new sexual fantasy, almost losing track of where she was while walking. Her vagina was warm from the rubbing it had received while she was watching the punishment.

  That Friday, while she was in the reading room, Lady Nevia heard a loud crash from the kitchen. Going to investigate, she saw an old family dish shattered on the floor. “What happened here?” she demanded.

  “Please, Mam, it was my fault,” Sophia whispered, with fear in her eyes. “It was an accident, I swear it.”

  “That plate was my grandmother’s” shouted Nevia, incensed at Sophia’s apparent clumsiness.”

  “I’m sorry, Mam, I’ll pay for it,” pleaded Sophia.”

  “Oh yes, you’ll pay alright, Sophia. You’ll pay for it in a very special way, indeed! Go upstairs to your room now and wait for me there!”

  Sophia, her face filled with fear, ran to her room, wondering what her ladyship would do. After a few minutes Nevia entered the room with a freshly cut birch switch. “Sophia, I can’t believe you could be that damn clumsy. You’ve been in my family’s service since your mother had you. You know better. Now lower your dress to the underskirt, and step out of it!” Sophia quickly did as directed. “Now turn around, bare your bottom and bend forward, over the bed, placing your hands on it.” Sophia slowly turned and bent over the bed. Nevia then placed the switch over her small bared bottom. “I hope you learn a lesson from this, Sophia,” said Nevia.”

  She raised the frightening straight switch, and brought it forcefully down upon Sophia’s smooth, round bottom! “OW, my lady.” The switch fell quickly three more times.

  “OOWWWWW ,AAAWWWW,” Sophia screamed out, tears running from her eyes in rivers. “Please, my lady, have pity!”

  Nevia continued the switching, while poor Sophia cried out for forgiveness! Red lines formed all over Sophia’s backside as she gestured wildly, but stayed bent over the bed! After four dozen swipes, Nevia finally ceased, and gave Sophia a stern lecture and warning concerning her duties. “Now go and assist Mary with supper.”

  That evening when Lord David was reading, after a wonderful meal, he noticed that Sophia was not her usually happy self. Nevia was instructing Mary in the kitchen. “Sophie, my dear, what’s wrong with you today? Has someone died?” inquired his Lordship.

  “Nay, my Lord, I broke one of your old plates, and was punished.”

  Lord David seemed puzzled.

  “Just what do you mean by ‘punished’?”

  “My Lady Nevia gave me what for across me bum with a right good switch, from the birch tree, she did,” replied the maid.

  “Oh, did she now?” mused his Lordship. He called out; “Nevia, my dear! Please come here, now! I want a word!”

  Nevia appeared quickly. “Yes, my darling?”

  David gave her a curious look. “What’s this I hear that you switched Sophie for a broken plate? And with a birch switch, without my permission?”

  Nevia looked astounded “I need your permission to discipline the servants?”

  “Yes my dear, you do. I’m the one who pays their salaries, therefore I’m the one who decides their deductions and punishments.”

  Nevia now had a frightened look on her face. Oh, no, now I’ve really done it to myself, she thought. “Ahhh, I’m sorry my love, I didn’t think you’d disapprove, I mean, I meant no harm.”

  David looked at Nevia, whose hands were shaking. “Well, my dear we shall have to have a chat upstairs about this, now won’t we? Go to our room immediately, if you please, and you know what to do.”

  Nevia went upstairs and upon entering the room quickly removed her dress, to her bloomers. She knew full well what was coming. Soon her eyes began to well up with tears, as she anticipated what was to happen. After what seemed an eternity her husband entered the room … with a new-cut birch switch! Nevia was terrified beyond belief. David had only to motion with his hands as he sat in a plush chair. “So … you gave Sophie 4 dozen with this eh? Well my dear you shall also receive the same, but first, I think, a good spanking.”

  David took Nevia over his lap, and this time lowered her bloomers, revealing those lusciously bountiful, plump, and bouncy bottom cheeks. He placed his right hand in the centre, then almost immediately began an extremely sound spanking on her naked backside.

  “OWWW!, screamed her ladyship as the whacks fell again and again, quickly pinkening her backside. Nevia kicked, bucked, and twisted like a bucking horse, however David’s hand never failed to find its target. Her bottom was becoming unbearably hot, scorching, as if she was a slave being branded. Each spank made it worse, as David spanked her with vigour.

  Nevia’s bottom was bouncing, reddening and wriggling fervently with each smack. Even unbearable as the pain was, though, she knew in her heart he was doing this because of his love for her. That was her only comfort during the dreadful ordeal. She could only hope that he would stop soon. Then she realised the switch would be next!

  When David ended the spanking, he picked up his sobbing wife and had her bend on the bed, as Sophia had done for her earlier. He flicked the switch onto Nevia’s bottom before increasing the speed and intensity of the strokes. The switch made whirring sounds through the air, as Nevia screamed with each delivery.

  Outside the door, listening, Mary and Sophia were silently giggling, like nervous schoolgirls, as her ladyship wailed with each stroke.

  “My God is she getting it, or what?” said Mary.

  David counted the four dozen, then made his wife lie face down on the bed, as her sobbing could be heard throughout the house. He then called for Sophia to bring him a pomade for his wife.

  “I think you’ve learned the lesson, my dearest, his lordship said as he hugged his blubbering wife, massaging the pomade into her blistered, deeply reddened bottom.

  As much as she was in frightful pain, Nevia knew that a passionate session of lovemaking was soon to come. And in that knowledge, she took comfort.

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