“Take my skirt off?” I questioned indignantly, leaving him understandably confused. “Isn’t it enough that I’m almost naked already?” I accused as I slipped the short skirt off and stood before him, my hands on my hips.
Chris just stared at my naked body, and the appreciation in his eyes made me feel beautiful and sexy. His eyes settled on my clean-shaven pussy, glistening with my arousal. He licked his lips, and I wondered if he’d be the first one to lick my pussy.
“I agreed to let you spank me, but I didn’t expect you to touch me like that! Sticking your fingers in me!” I said, adding, “Mr. Billings!” Understanding dawned on his face.
“I’m sorry, Sherry. I thought… you liked it,” he said, offering an excuse.
“That doesn’t matter! What do you think the principal would say if he found out?” I asked, unable to keep from smiling.
“Please, Sherry. Don’t do that. Can’t we talk about it?”
“Oh? Like you talked to me when I was over your knee having my bare bottom spanked so hard?”
He said nothing, so I continued hoping he’d pick up the thread again.
“We didn’t talk! You did! And you were going to write a letter to my parents! Well, maybe I should write a letter to the principal!” I challenged with my smile growing. “Hm?”
“Sherry, there is an alternative,” he countered, returning my smile.
“Yeah! There is!” I replied with a devious smile, “Take your pants down!”
“Now, Sherry, you promise you won’t tell anybody?”
“I said that, didn’t I?” I replied haughtily.
“No, you didn’t. And you promised before that you wouldn’t tell anyone about me spanking you, and then you threatened to do just that, so you can see why I’m concerned.”
I wasn’t looking for him to find plot holes in my scenario. I just wanted him to have the same incredible experience I did without having to wait for some time in the future.
I liked getting spanked; I loved it more than I imagined. He was so careful not to hurt me too much and built it up till the pain was just right, and I could enjoy playing the naughty girl getting my bottom spanked. Even the early soft spanks went right to my core, getting me so wet that I came with the first touches to my pussy. With his feelings and experiences so similar to mine, I wanted him to feel it, too.
“I wasn’t going to tell anyone until you started touching me! Now you deserve the same as you gave me! Are you going to take your pants off, or do I have to do it for you?”
He just sat there as though challenging my authority, so I stepped up, pulled him out of the chair, sat down, and had him stand directly in front of me.
“Very well, but it will only be harder on you!” I said as I reached for the waist of his jeans, opened them, and yanked them down to his knees. “Over my knee!”
He moved to my side and bent to lay in my lap. Putting my left arm around his waist, I pulled him to me, feeling his bulge against my thighs, and I began spanking him on his tighty-whiteys.
Spanking at a gradually increasing pace, his firm bottom absorbed the impacts with hardly a reaction, although he was moaning and lifting his hips, inviting me to spank harder. As he did with me, I kept spanking harder and harder until I saw the look I must have had when it was just right – when it hurt so good.
I enjoyed it myself, more than I expected, and reasoned that it wasn’t because I wanted to hurt him or dominate him but that I wanted him to feel what I felt. We’d had the same fantasy for so long, and it made me happy and wet to see he liked it as I did.
“So, sir,” I said sarcastically, “how does it feel now? Hm? Getting spanked like a naughty boy across my knee?”
“I’m sorry, Sherry! Really! I won’t do it again!”
“Well, just to be sure, I think you need to be spanked on your bare bottom now!”
“Ohhh,” he groaned as my palms slid over his pink cheeks, taking his underwear with them.
Seeing and feeling it for the first time, I suddenly realized he had a really cute butt! That perfect shape that makes you want to grab a cheek in each hand and squeeze – which I did! The soft, smooth, resilient skin was only a little warm, with a lovely pink blush, and he squirmed a little on my lap, enjoying my light touch.
Knowing how I felt when my bottom was finally bare, that I wanted to feel a good, hard smack on my unprotected cheeks, I spanked each side firmly. His hips, rising again, begged for more, and I gave it to him. Fast and with increasing intensity, I spanked his sexy butt, painting it with darker shades of pink.
“How do you feel now, Mr. Billings?” I challenged.
“Oh, God, Sherry! I can’t pretend anymore! Just spank me! Hard!” he replied.
I knew just how he felt, as the flesh-on-flesh contact added another dimension to the OTK experience.
“It feels really good, doesn’t it, Chris?” I asked rhetorically. “Let’s get you naked, okay?”
He practically jumped off my lap and started pulling his shirt off while I pulled his pants and underpants down and off as he lifted each foot in turn, with his thick, straight dick staring me in the face. He groaned again as I took it in my hand and pulled him down on my lap again.
He was barely in position when I resumed the spanking, peppering his bare bottom with random spanks. I liked the way his cheek would rise and fall when I spanked just above his thigh and concentrated my efforts there for fifty or more.
I loved watching his body dance on my lap, rising when he wanted a flurry of spanks to continue and pressing into my lap with an occasional ‘Ow!’ when a few hard spanks connected just right. I was sure there’d be a very wet spot on the bed underneath me as my utter joy in spanking him was so unexpected.
I wondered if he was really feeling the pain now when he wriggled on my lap as though trying to evade my hand, so I started building toward a finale. Horizontal swipes at his lower cheeks – left, center, right, center, left – at a dizzying pace had him grunting and exclaiming, "Ow-ow-ow!"