“That hardly seems fair!” It was a weak protest.
“Sarah, my sweet, I’ve been known to spank women for just breathing. How is that fair?” He smiled at her, then flashed her a stern look. “So? Why were you not late?”
“I’m sorry, I was too scared to be late,” Sarah whispered.
“Silly girl,” Mac chided, “come here.”
She entered the room and walked right into his arms. His hug was warm and friendly. His large, gentle hands were sliding up and down her back and slowly made their way down to her ass. He raised the dress she was wearing without breaking off the hug, still reaching around her. He gave her several hard, sharp slaps on her behind. He slid his hands inside her underwear taking one cheek in each hand and squeezing it gently. He slid his hands out of her panties and gave her ass a couple of more sharp slaps. To Sarah the slaps were stinging and felt great, but they were not enough. She wanted more. Finally he released her from the hug and stepped away from her.
He looked at her expectantly. “Okay, Sarah, what do you want?” he asked gently with his soft, deep voice.
It was finally happening. Her fantasy was about to begin. Some of the things she had discussed with him on the phone were the Victorian novels she had read. In the books, the girls were always made to ask for their punishment in very explicit and humiliating ways. Now it was her turn. She froze.
“I want you to give me a good hard spanking.” Her voice was a soft shy whisper; her face was warm with a blush.
Mac prodded her, his voice soft but still firm, “Sarah?”
“I’m torn, I want to run and I want to stay,” she admitted in a soft voice.
Mac had an uncanny instinct about these things so he asked her quietly, “How will you feel if you leave now? After coming this far?”
“Very smart,” Sarah smiled, her humor returning, “and painless, and... ”
“Like a coward?” Mac supplied.
“Yes,” she admitted, “like a coward, and still curious, and embarrassed.”
“Never feel embarrassed around me, Sarah dear, I’m not judging you,” Mac smiled. “I think you’re judging yourself. I do think, however, that if you leave you’ll regret it, and you’ll punish yourself for it. I think you’ll be even harder on yourself than I ever could be. So tell me Sarah,” he took on a harder tone, “what do you want?”
She bit at her lip, then shot him a pleading look with her big green eyes. “Please, Mac, give me a spanking.”
Her voice sounded small, her throat was tight and dry.
“A spanking?” he asked gently, seeming to consider the idea. “Hard?”
She nodded, her short red curls bouncing, and then she found her voice, “Hard.”
She moved quickly to do as he requested.
“Bare bottom?” he prodded, drawing her out.
“Yes,” she barely made any sound.
“Yes, what? Say it, girl, and speak up!” He was firmer, more masterful.
“Bare bottom.” It came out louder.
“Please,” he prompted.
“Please,” she nodded, sounding terrified, sounding thrilled.
“Across my lap?” he questioned.
“Yes, please, across your lap,” she replied, with her head hanging down.
“With my hand?” he asked firmly, still leading her. “Say all of it, again.”
She took a deep breath and met his gaze. “Mac, would you please give me a very long, hard spanking with your hand on my bare bottom, while I lay face down across your knees? Please?”
“Of course, my dear. I’ll give you as good a spanking as I ever gave anyone. I’ll set your lovely ass on fire for you. I’ll make it turn a very bright red and I’ll make it sting like the devil. I promise.” Suddenly Mac barked out an order, “Come here, now!”
His tone left no room for hesitation. Sarah did as she was told. Following his orders, she moved the plain wooden chair into the center of the small room.
“I want plenty of room to raise my arm when I spank you,” Mac said watching her carefully, judging her reactions.
She moved the chair into place. He stood there, watching her. “Now, push up the right sleeve of my sweater for me,” he ordered, “and kiss the palm of my right hand. The hand I’m going to use to spank you very hard.”
She reached out and pushed up his sleeve. She slowly slid her hand down to his hand and kissed the rough palm.
After the required kiss, he sat in the straight-backed chair and patted his lap. “Over my knees, now. Sweet Sarah. It’s time.”
Feeling awkward, Sarah draped herself across his knees. Mac spanked her without even raising her skirt. It was not a hard spanking, just playful and teasing. It was just a little harder than the swats he’d given her while hugging her. Sarah was almost disappointed when suddenly Mac began to pick up the pace of the blows. They weren’t really harder, just faster, but they began to sting.
Suddenly, without a word, Mac raised Sarah’s skirt up and began spanking her on her lacy blue panties. He began to put more slap into it, stinging but without real force. Sarah’s bottom began to tingle.
Mac stopped again. He stroked and admired her slightly pink bottom, gently patting it and even bending down to kiss and nip it
“Now Sarah, your spanking will begin,” Mac said. “Stand up, remove your dress and hang it in the closet.”
She quickly removed her floral print summer dress, hanging it neatly in the closet, stepped out of her shoes then pulled off her pantyhose. She produced two long scarves from her purse.
She walked over to face him, wearing only her matching panties and bra, and placed the scarves in his open palm. She gingerly laid herself over his lap. She reached back to lower her lacy blue nylon panties, but Mac stopped her. Mac used one scarf and tied her hands together, and she had an instant feeling of helplessness. With the second scarf he tied both hands to the chair leg.
When she was finally tied in place, she almost fainted from her feelings of excitement and panic. Feelings that only increased when she felt Mac gently lower her lacy panties, so that they hung on her legs, down almost to her knees.
Mac spent a long time fondling her buttocks gently. Rubbing small soft circles over the area that would soon received the punishment. He even planted a kiss and a nip on her firm round butt! Sarah squirmed in an agony of nervous anticipation.
“Stop squirming!” he commanded sternly.
“The suspense is killing me!” Sarah moaned.
“Gee. That’s too bad.” Mac’s sympathy was obviously false. “I’ll have to end the suspense then.”
Without warning, he exploded with a series of hard, fast slaps on her butt. Each of the slaps made a loud sound in the small room. Crack! The blows landed first on one cheek and then the other, turning her delicate pink skin red, very red, and making Sarah yell out loud and squirm.
“Lay still, girl, and relax your ass or it will be all the harder on you!” There was no gentleness now, no soft voice, just a firm, strong command.
Somehow, Sarah forced herself to obey. Crack! The spanking began again, but this time it was not quite so hard, not coming quite so fast. As her bottom warmed up, the speed and intensity of the spanking built up. It went on and on. He built up the force and speed of the spanking, then lowered it only to start building the intensity up again.
Sarah’s ass was on fire, and the pain was excruciating and