Go to your room and pull down your knickers!

"I'm going to give you a spanking. Go to your room and pull down your knickers" 
John told her. 
John loved to watch Lela walk, her long legs, her ass. She was wearing a royal 
blue skirt with a purple flower print that came to her mid-thighs and a light 
blue sleeveless top. It was a warm day in the late spring and the skirt was thin 
and he could see the curve of her bottom under the skirt as she walked. 
Lela went up stairs to the bedroom and piled the pillows in the middle of the 
bed. She got on the bed, kneeling in from the the pillow pile and reached under 
her skirt to slip her knickers down to her knees. Her sheer burgundy string 
bikini knickers would not have lessened the pain of the spanking she was going to 
get if she had left them on, but John insisted in spanking her bare bottom, 
regardless of how sheer her knickers were. 
After lying over the pillows she reached behind her and flipped her skirt up. 
Waiting like this, with her clothes on, made Lela conscious of her bare bottom, 
pushed up by the pillows under her hips, waiting for punishment. 
As John came into the bedroom he stopped for a moment to look at Lela. Her long 
hair flowed behind her head, a honey blond spill of hair over the dark 
bedspread. The pillows under Lela's hips pushed her bottom up, and her thighs 
were spread as wide as the knickers around her knees would allow, showing the 
lips of her vulva. It was a position of submission that he loved, Lela ass 
presented, her pussy exposed, waiting to take her spanking. 
He got the ruler paddle, a rattan cane and the punishment strap. He laid the 
cane and the strap on the bed for later and knelt by Lela's left side. He 
caressed her bottom and bent down to kiss her bare cheeks. He let his fingers 
slide over her cheeks, down between her thighs to caress her pussy. He spread 
her pussy lips and slipped his finger inside her. She was starting to get wet. 
"Such a naughty little slut!" he told her. "Have you been thinking about the 
spanking I'm going to give you?" 
"Yes, Sir. And about afterward...", she answered. 
He took the paddle and rubbed it over her bottom, letting her feel the smooth 
wood. 
"I'm going to give you a good hard spanking, young lady", John told her as he 
patted her bottom lightly with the paddle. 
"I'm going to start you out with twenty strokes with the paddle", he told Lela. 
He patted her bottom again with the paddle. "It's going to hurt, but I want you 
to keep that bottom up for me". 
She arched her bottom up a bit more, offering her ass for the paddle. He began 
spanking her, the paddle cracking across her bare buttocks. As he paddled her, 
her bottom started to blush pink and she cried out, with a soft "ow" after each 
stroke. Although the paddling hurt, she kept her bottom raised, offered for the 
strokes. 
After giving her twenty strokes across her bottom he stopped to caress her, 
sliding his right palm over the curve of her cheeks, spreading her and caresses 
between the hills of her buttocks. She moaned and pushed against his hand as he 
caressed her clit. 
She arched upward as he patted her bottom with the paddle, signaling that he was 
going to continue her spanking. He began paddling her again, harder this time. 
The smack of the paddle across her bare cheeks was louder, as were her cries. As 
the sting built it was harder for her to stay still, her bottom raised and 
offered for punishment. After he gave her another ten strokes he caressed her 
again, feeling the growing warmth of her bottom. 
"You're starting to get red, my love, but I think that you still need another 
ten before I cane you." 
"Come on, bottom up" he ordered, when she did not immediately raise her bottom 
when he patted her with the paddle. When her bottom was offered again, he 
started spanking her. Her bottom was getting very sore and the pain was 
building. She squirmed, clenching her buttocks and pressing into the pillows. 
He caressed her, "You know better than that, my love." His hand moved between 
her thighs. "Now lie still and take your spanking. I'm going to have to give you 
five extra punishment strokes for not lying still." 
He gave her three more strokes to finish the set of ten. He let her rest a 
moment while he caressed her. "You have five extras coming", he reminded her. 
"How are punishment strokes given?" he asked her. 
She did not want to answer this question. "Extra hard, Sir" she answered softly, 
reluctantly. 
"Good girl. That's right, girls who clench and squirm get extra strokes, extra 
hard. I want you to count then out. Now get that bottom up for me." 
She arched her bottom up and he brought the paddle down hard across the lower 
curve of her cheeks. She cried out and counted "one". Her cries got louder as 
she took the paddle strokes, counting each stroke, until she had finally counted 
"five". 
The sheer burgundy material of Lela's knickers was bunched up in the crook of her 
knees. John slipped Lela's knickers off her legs. She spread her thighs as he 
caressed her, pressing against his hand. Her bottom was crimson and hot from the 
paddling. 
"Are you ready to take your caning?", he asked her as he ran his index finger 
over her slick pussy lips. 
"Yes, Sir", Lela answered obediently. 
"How hard should I cane you, my love?" 
"As hard as you want, Sir." 
"Shall I cane you hard enough to make you cry?", John asked 
"Yes, Sir", she answered softly, thinking about how much the caning would hurt 
on her already sore bottom. 
He moved his fingers against her vulva, rubbing her clit. "I love to make you 
cry when I spank you", he told her. 
He picked up the rattan cane and tapped her bottom with it, measuring his 
stroke. She moved her thighs together, relaxing her buttocks to take the cane. 
John caned her slowly, giving her five or ten seconds between each stroke, 
letting her to feel the burn from the cane. 
After giving Lela ten strokes he gave her a chance to rest as he caressed the 
welts left by the cane, caressing her between her buttocks with one hand while 
he caressed her pussy with the other. After a few minutes he started to cane her 
again, starting another set of ten. He spanked hard, the cane whistling through 
the air, leaving a red welt as it fell across her bottom or upper thighs. Lela 
started crying after the first few strokes. When he stopped caning her, Lela's 
bottom and the tops of her thighs were lined with cane welts over the crimson 
blush left by the paddling. 
He took off his pants and briefs. His cock stood out hard and erect. 
He kissed her neck. "Almost done, my love", he whispered in her ear. "I want you 
to take twenty strokes with the strap across that lovely caned bottom. Can you 
do that for me?" 
She sniffled softly. "Yes, Sir. May I have the cock afterward?" 
"Yes you may, but you're going to get another five strokes for being such a 
greedy slut and asking for it." 
"Yes, Sir" 
"Good girl. Now I want that bottom up. I'll give you fifteen strokes and then 
you can have a break and then final ten", he told her. 
He loved the way she looked, her crimson, welted ass raised and presented for 
punishment. He brought the strap down hard across her buttocks. Soon she was 
crying again, but she lay still and took her spanking, her ass raised, offered 
for the strap. 
When he had given her fifteen strokes he put the strap down and moved behind 
her. She spread her thighs and arched up a bit more. Her pussy lips were slick 
when he spread then with his fingers, sliding his cock into her. She was still 
crying from the spanking as he took her. He caressed her neck and shoulders as 
he gently thrust into her, her cries turning into moans. After a few minutes he 
pulled out of her. 
"Please, Sir..." 
"You still have ten strokes, my love" he reminded her. He picked up the strap. 
"Now, bottom up" 
She raised her bottom. He raised his arm high and he brought the strap down 
hard, cracking across her bottom. Lela's cries joined the crack of the strap and 
tears were soon seeping down her cheeks. She kept her bottom up, crying into the 
bed, when John finished spanking her. He moved behind her again. When he slid 
into her he found her very very wet and he felt her heat as he thrust into her, 
harder this time, his thighs pounding hard against her hot sore ass. She braced 
her arms against the wall at the head of the bed, her head down, pushing her 
bottom up, taking his cock deep inside her. 
When he had sent her to the bedroom to get ready for her spanking, this was the 
part that she thought of. She loved the burn of the cane and the kiss of the 
strap across her sore ass as she cried. But it was the final delicious 
punishment of his cock as he took her hard, while she was still crying, that she 
thought of as she pulled her knickers down and lay over the pillows to wait for 
her spanking. Still crying, she came as he took her hard. 
September, 2004