I sit on the bed watching you. I can't suppress the smile that comes to my lips. You look so adorable standing there, your nose pressed into the corner. I run my eyes over you naked body, enjoying your strong muscular frame. So strong, so powerful, standing in the corner like a little boy, my naughty little boy. I rise and walk to you. I see your muscles tensing as you hear my movement, my approaching footsteps, but you don't turn to look, you do not disobey my command. I am very close now. My body, inches from yours. I know you can feel my presence. My warm breath on your skin. Your body is trembling ever so slightly. Tension? Fear? Or is it something else?

Lightly, so lightly, I trail my fingertip down your back. I hear your soft gasp at the feathery touch, and your head tilts back, eyes closed, your mouth open slightly, as I trace down the curve of your lower back, down over the cleft of your buttocks. So lightly. I hear your breathing, deep, steady. Then faltering as my fingers brush your inner thigh, and move up, teasing your balls. Then stroking the underside of your penis, stiffening at my touch.

I withdraw, and take a step away from you. Once more I run my eyes over your form. Your fingers laced behind your head, your feet apart. You are so obedient, such a good boy. I move close to you once more, our bodies so close that I can feel the heat of your skin against my own. Leaning forward, I touch my lips to your shoulder, kissing you softly. Slowly, I move down, kissing your back, soft kisses, so light you can barely feel them. But I know you do.

I lay my hands on the front of your thighs. Sliding them slowly up and down, barely touching your skin. I kiss the small of your back, brush my lips down, kissing your left cheek. Then I rise, slowly, letting my breasts touch your skin, as I move up your body once more. As I stand, I let my hands slip around to the backs of your thighs, and up over the curve of your buttocks.

Smack!

I hear you gasp at the sudden sharp sting of my palm on your right cheek. I see a faint pink flush spreading out over the pale skin. Your muscles clench tightly at the stinging swat. When they are relaxed again, I lean forward, my lips close to your ear. My voice is low, stern. "Don't... Move..." I say, pausing to give emphasis to each sound.

I walk to the door, watching you closely. You do not move, but I know that your ears are straining desperately to pick up every sound, every movement. Quietly, I step into the hall, the door closing behind me with a soft click. I walk down the stairs. My pace is leisurely, I know that every second you stand in that corner, the anticipation builds to even more agonizing heights.

In the kitchen, I take the paddle down from its place on the wall, where it hangs as a constant reminder. It is about a foot long, four inches across. The surface of the wood has been sanded smooth and stained dark, then a shiny topcoat applied, making it gleam in the light. Smiling slightly, I begin up the stairs again.

As I open the door, and step into the room, I see you still in position. Your head is bowed, as you lean against the wall. Hearing me enter, your head turns slightly to look, then you catch yourself and quickly turn your gaze to the wall, but it is not soon enough. "I told you not to move," I say, walking towards you. "Didn't I?" The sentence is more of a statement than a question, but you answer softly.

"Yes, Ma'am, you did,"

Smack! Smack! A sharp slap falls on each cheek, and you squirm slightly in discomfort. "So why did you disobey me?" Smack! Smack! Smack! You rise slightly on the balls of your feet, drawing air in sharply through clenched teeth. Smack! Smack! Smack!!

"I... Oh... I don't know... Ungh... I'm sorry... Ow," you gasp out, as the sharp spanks burn into your buttocks. "I'm sorry!"

"Yes," I say, puncuating it with another swift slap. "And you are going to be much sorrier. Your behaviour has been unacceptable lately, and it is going to change." Smack! Smack! SMACK! "Right..." SMACK! "Now!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

You are struggling to remain in position, your buttocks are a uniform shade of pink. With a final two spanks, I turn away from you and sit on the edge of the bed. The height is perfect. My feet rest flat on the floor, my thighs forming a level platform. "Come here," I command, setting the paddle on the bed beside me.




Slowly, you turn, lowering your hands to your sides. You walk towards me tentatively, stopping about a foot in front of me. I motion you forward, and you take a few halting steps. When you are standing scant inches from my knees, I reach out and cup your balls in my hand, squeezing gently, playing with them. Your penis stiffens almost imediately, rising away from your body. I lay my palm against it, sliding my hand back and forth along the shaft. "What a naughty, naughty boy," I say, unable to keep the mirth from slipping into my tone. You respond with a wry smile, raising one eyebrow in amusement. "Get over my lap, you naughty boy."

You comply quickly, laying yourself across my thighs, your upper body supported by the bed, your legs suspended in the air, your hard penis resting between my legs. I close my thighs, securing you tightly. You squirm slightly at the pressure, your muscles tensing, bunching under the skin. I look over your prone figure. My fingers trace the muscles in your back, your shoulders. I let my hand glide over your strong back, over your buttocks, feeling the power in your thighs. The power under my hands, the strength harnassed by my words. As I rub my hand over your buttocks, I notice that the pinkness has faded from your skin. Resting my left hand on the small of your back, I raise my right hand and bring it down hard on your left cheek.

SMACK!

The sharp report shatters the silence in the room. You jump slightly on my lap, I can feel you rubbing against my thighs with every movement.

SMACK! SMACK! SWACK!

As the spanks continue to fall, the color quickly returns to your cheeks. I work my hand up and down your buttocks until they are a nice pink, then I turn to your thighs.

SMACK!

"Oh," you gasp as the first slap to the back of your right thigh jolts through you. SMACK! "Ow" escapes under your breath. It is barely audible, but I hear it. I smile with satisfaction. SMACK! SMACK! Two more to the backs of your thighs, I hear a soft high moan, almost a wimper in your chest. Your legs move as you try to twist away from the swats. "Oh it hurts, it hurts," you whisper. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Three hard swats fall on your left cheek.

"Its supposed to hurt," I reply. You moan softly. I lay my hand on your thigh, feeling the warmth from your reddened skin. I pause for a moment, just feeling your body over my thighs, your skin pressing against mine. The heat radiating into my hand. Slowly, I rub the reddened area, I watch the muscles in your shoulders begin to relax as I massage some of the soreness and sting out of your backside. I am aware of a stinging in my own hand as well, and turning my palm upward, I see that it is almost as red as the area of its ministrations. I open and close my hand a few times, stretching my fingers, and dissipating some of the sting. Then I reach over you, picking up my wooden hairbrush from the bedstand. You turn your head, and your eyes widen at the sight of the heavy oak brush.

"Oh... no... please..." you plead, as I bring the brush over your right cheek, letting it rest lightly on your burning skin. You look up at me, real fear in your eyes. "Please..." your mouth forming the word, but no sound coming forth. CRACK!! "AH! ungh," you grunt as the brush batters your tender flesh. Your eyes are closed tightly, your teeth clenched, your face contorted, as you struggle with the searing assault. CRACK! SMACK! SHWACK! CRACK! "Ohhh!" you moan, your voice tight with pain. You squirm hard against my hand as I press you down on my lap. I feel your penis throbbing and shifting between my thighs. I continue the spanks, hard, not slow, but not fast. Giving just enough time for you to breath between swats. Your backside is a glowing red as I aim the brush at the very top of your right thigh. CRACK! to the right thigh, then to the left, CRACK! CRACK! "Uh..uh..uh..ahh," you gasp as the brush quickly descends on the sensitive underside of your buttocks. CRACK! CRACK! THWACK! "Ohhh!"

I lay the brush aside, rubbing your flaming cheeks. The heat is tremendous as I gently squeeze and massage first one side, then the other. Your breath is coming in short shuddering gasps. Your hips are rocking slightly, thrusting against my legs. The heat radiating from your penis, trapped tightly between my thighs nearly rivals that coming off your backside.

Slowly, I pick up the paddle, resting the varnished wood on your hot skin. The movement of your hips stops as you twist around to glimpse the wicked instument waiting to strike your well punished bottom. You close your eyes, a look of resignation falling over your face. Slowly, you turn your head away, lowering it to the bed. I hear you drawing a deep breath, your muscles tensing, steeling yourself for the first blow. I raise the paddle high and bring it down forcefully across the center of your bottom. The swat compresses your cheeks, thrusting your body down against my legs. I tighten my thighs on your penis as the paddle falls. THWAACK!! "OW!!... Ooooo..." you yelp and moan, raising your hips, bringing your bottom up to meet the next spank. SHWACK!! "OHhhh!!... UHhhhh!..." you thrust forward again, your penis, throbbing and hot, pressing hard against my thighs. The paddle falls as you rise, meeting your bottom nicely, as you howl and moan. Your movements against my legs become faster, more desperate, and I time the rise and fall of the paddle to match. "Ohh... Oh God..." You rock hard against me, your muscles drawn taut, shuddering.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask, the paddle rising and falling with your rhythm.

"Oh...Uhh...Uhhhh..." you moan.

"Tell me..." WHACK!! WHACK!! CRACK!!

"Ohh... I.... uhhh....."

"Tell me if you want me to stop..." THWACK! WHACK!! SMACK!!

"I... Ohhhh.... Oww"

WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!! "Do you want me to stop?" WHACK!!! SMACK!!! THWACK!!!

"NOooo....OhGOD.... noo.... don't stop... AOWW ....Don't stop....don't stop..."

SMACK!!! WHACK!!! SMACK!!!

Your body stiffens, your muscles bunching, shuddering. I feel your cum spraying against my thighs, your hands clenched into fists, your legs straightening, tremoring. Then with a long shaky exhalation, your body falls limp over my lap.

I lay the paddle aside once more, and softly stroke your hair. I lift your hips off of my lap and slide over, pulling your legs onto the bed. I lie down next to you, our faces close. I stroke your hair, touch your face gently. Your eyes are closed and your breath catches in your chest in a sob. I pull you into my arms, cradling you against my chest. Tenderly you wrap your arms around me, and I close my eyes as we bask together in the afterglow.

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Julnick

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