Work Before Play
M/f – bare bottom hand spanking
She had been very naughty, and she knew it as her roommate was pulling her up off the floor. He had at least taken meticulous care as he unplugged her headphones from her laptop, so she could actually hear him. He asked how long she had been playing video games, which he had apparently asked her several times while she was unable to hear him with the sound turned up. Stunned, she told him for a little bit, and that she was just taking a break. It was the sharp tone in his voice when he stated “that’s a lie and a fabrication.” That sent shivers down her spine as he had purposefully picked her laptop up from her lap and set it on a table next to the couch she was leaning against. To her, these things seemed to occur almost all at once, as she became aware that he was pulling her up off her seat, sitting down on the couch behind her, and pulling her in a smooth motion across his lap. To herself she immediately thought, ‘This can’t possibly be good.’
Her sudden realization was punctuated by a sharp slap across her bottom that made her squeal. It wasn’t that she didn’t know exactly what he meant to do as he had pulled her into that position, but somehow the sharp instant sting surprised her like it always did. Almost embarrassed at her obvious reaction she tried to calm herself down with a quick deep breath, which didn’t seem to help this time as the initial smack turned into a rain of blows. There was apparently not going to be a discussion about this one. The sting intensified spreading across both cheeks, and she let out a much quieter but more genuine little moan. The pinstripe slacks she was wearing provided no protection, though just as she thought that she felt his other hand move on her waist tugging at the top of her trousers. She dropped her shoulders and felt her moistening eyes plead, though she was staring up at a spot on the wall and couldn’t make eye contact. She knew better than to argue this anyway.
Her lithe little hands worked underneath her, scraping between the rough texture of his jeans and her smooth fine linen pants. She found the center and undid the clasps on her waistband, unzipping and undoing them as she leaned up just slightly to pull them down. That he had even started to spank her with them still on indicated just how determined he was to do this right now, but there was no question even to her that it wouldn’t end with her modesty so intact. She whimpered a little, but dared not give any real protest to the way things went. Black panties with little lace edges also got yanked down exposing creamy white skin as the flurry of hard slaps continued.
He had her permission to do this anytime he wanted to or thought she deserved it, not that it seemed he needed such permission. There was really nothing she could have done from that position to stop him in the process. His hand landed hard, flexing across her bottom flesh until the creamy pale skin turned pink, then closer to a bright and blushing shade of red. She knew why she was getting spanked, and couldn’t in any honest way argue in her defense. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, except possibly by making the punishment worse.
The thought of her bare bottom upended in such a childish way embarrassed the pretty young woman of 26. That she had agreed, even asked for this, nearly infuriated her at this point. Yet she couldn’t really be mad, because he had caught her wasting time when she had an important project to be working on. Her bottom burned with a hotter and hotter intensity as he continued spanking her, unaware of her internal thoughts. A deeper breath, and she tried to accept more gracefully the stinging blows as they covered her ass in uncomfortable heat. She knew she shouldn’t have been blowing off time with the video game she liked, and now like a character in some little play she was helpless to the fate that had already been written. She’d be spanked like a child for being naughty, and playing around when she was supposed to be working was definitely naughty. Although she liked being spanked sometimes, this sudden harsh thrashing for something real was not what she enjoyed. He was only smacking her with his hand, but his hand across her bottom felt like it was made of steel or something stronger. Unable to help herself any longer she wailed out loud, her long hair whipping across her face as she tried to turn her head and look up at him pleadingly. She knew better, it was not over yet.
He started to slap not just her fleshy bare bottom, but her upper thighs, and it made her cringe and squeal. She pleaded with him, that she knew she had work to do, and that she’d get right on it if he’d let her up. The spanking continued, him muttering something about how she should have done that earlier. He went back to concentrating on each of her exposed bottom cheeks, her tangled panties a mess around her knees, as she tried not to kick or struggle. She knew that would only make the spanking longer, and possibly encourage him to use something harder. She could tell at least that he knew he was getting his point across already in a memorable way.
Finally the smacking slowed a little and he paused, asking her if she’d finally finish her work now. Emphatically she made promises she meant, and he made some small grunt of agreement. To be sure, he reminded her that he knew she had been naughty and had every bit of this spanking coming, and proceeded to swat her bottom harder and harder until tears spilled down her cheeks and touched her quivering lips. Then he stopped and helped her up, kissing her forehead gently as she got up and straightened her clothing.
Gingerly she sat back down at her desk to finish her work.
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