From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Ann's Spanking (MF, bdsm)
Date: 9 Jan 1996 20:47:33 GMT

			    Ann's Spanking

	Ann sat on the corner of the bed waiting for Tom to enter the
room and give the inevitable order to strip and lay across the bed for
her spanking. She could hear the sound of the strap landing across her
Jennifer's rear and the accompanying cries of pain and promises to be
a good girl. As she sat listening she remembered one of the many
spankings she had received from her father many years ago.

	She had been sixteen and, she figured, too old to be spanked
anymore. Ann's father had just started allowing her to go out with
some of the boys from school, on the stipulation that she be home no
later than 10:30. She usually had no problem being in on time but
never really worried about what might happen if she should be later
than that, figuring that at most she would be grounded for a week or
so, after all, it had been almost two years since her last spanking.

	Well, one night she was out with a boy she particularly liked
and didn't pay attention to the time, it was nearly midnight before
she came home. As soon as she stepped in the house her father was
waiting for her strap in hand.

	"Well young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?" he
asked. "Didn't I tell you that you were to be in by 10:30 or you'd be
punished?"

	She didn't know what to say, "Y-yes sir, b-but it's not even
midnight yet, I didn't think... "

	"That's right, you certainly didn't," her father broke in,
"and now you're going to be punished, you had no right worrying your
mother and me like that.".

	"I'm sorry dad, it won't happen again, I just lost track of
the time".

	Her eyes were transfixed to the leather strap dangling in her
father's hand.

	"You bet it won't happen again young lady," he said, "after I
get through with your backside you'll be sure to be in on time from
here on."

	"B-b-backside," she stammered, "you're not really going to
strap me now are you, I'm too old for that."

	"Nonsense girl, obviously you aren't old enough to follow my
orders, and if you're going to act like a 10 year old you can figure
on being treated like one including having your bare bottom strapped."

	"Now go to your room and take off your jeans and panties," he
ordered.

	"Oh how humiliating!" she thought, "not only getting a
strapping but a bare bottomed one at that, and at my age."

	She knew better that to argue though, she could tell that her
dad meant business and now was not the time to try to bargain her way
out of what she had coming. Slowly she walked to her room with her dad
right behind, once inside she fumbled nervously with the buttons on
her jeans finally getting them undone, then slowly she slid them off,
past her shapely hips and to the floor.

	"Panties too," said her father, and then lay down across the
bed."

	"Please dad, can't I leave them on, it'll hurt just as bad,"
she pleaded, thinking how embarrassing it would be for her to have to
expose her maturing body to her father.

	"You heard me girl, either you take them off or I will!" he
exclaimed.

	She certainly didn't want that so she complied, removing her
panties and draping her body across the bed.

	"Legs apart," he ordered, and she did as she was told.

	SMACK!! the strap landed without warning bringing a yelp from
Ann's throat, OWWW!

	SMACK, WHAP, SMACK, SMACK, the strap landed again and again on
the unprotected cheeks until she lost count. The strapping seemed to
go on forever to her, though in reality it only lasted five minutes or
so it seemed an eternity to her stinging, burning bottom.

	WHAP, SLAP, WHAP, the strap continued to land, each stroke
causing the fire in her bum to burn ever hotter, by the 15th stroke
she was blubbering like a baby, chanting the same song all naughty
girls do at these times, "PLEASE DADDY, I-I'M SORRY, I'LL BE A G-GOOD
GIRL I PROMISE! PLEASE NO MORE!.

	The sounds of that long ago whipping were still ringing in her
ears when Tom walked into the room with his belt still in hand.

	"Well, do you have anything to say for yourself before we
start?" he asked.

	The sound of his voice snapped her back to the present, she
had begun to get turned on thinking about her fathers belting, and she
had almost forgotten that she was about to receive another that would
surely be at least as severe as that one for charging her and Tom's
credit card to the limit without telling him.

	She could only shake her head and murmur a soft "no, but I'm
sorry Tom, it won't happen again."

	"I know it won't Ann," he said, "because after I'm done with
your bottom you'll think twice before charging our card up like that
again. I've decided to use the razor strop on you to make sure of
that, now take off your panties and bend over the corner of the bed
with one leg on each side of the corner, with your legs well apart."

	"Oh no Tom, not the strop, please!"

	The strop had been Tom's grandfathers, and he'd never used it
on her before, it was thick and Tom had made sure to always keep the
leather well oiled to keep it from cracking, he had threatened to use
it before but never had. Ann knew that this time she was being
punished for real.

	"Please, just use your belt," she pleaded, but it fell on deaf
ears as Tom was already getting it out of their closet.

	"Don't try to get out of it Ann, you know you deserve it and
there's nothing you can say to change my mind, now bend over and take
down those panties," he commanded.

	Tears welling up in her eyes she did as she was told, hooking
a thumb in each side of her panties she slid them down around her
ankles and straddled the corner of the bed laying her stomach on the
mattress with one leg on each side of the corner knowing this would be
a spanking she would never forget.

	Placing a hand on each thigh at the top Tom pulled her back
until her bottom was hanging over the corner of the bed with her pubes
sitting right at the edge.

	"Are you ready for your punishment Ann?" he asked.

	"Y-Yes," she whimpered, "I'm sorry."

	WHOOOOSH, CRAAACK! the strop landed without warning.

	"OOOOOOOOHHHH," Ann cried, "PLEASE NO!"

	Again it whistled through the air, SMAAACK!, right across her
tender ass.

	"OHOHOHOH! PLEASE TOM, IT HURTS!"

	Taking no notice Tom raised the razor strop again, bringing it
firmly down across both cheeks of Ann's naked posterior, WHAACK!
CRAACK!, SMAACK!.

	Ann was sobbing lustily from the third stroke on, she had
never experienced a burning like this in her behind before, "PLEASE,
NO MORE TOM, I'M SORRY, OOOOHHHH!"

	Tom continued his assault on his wife's quickly reddening
backside.

	WHOOOSH, CRAAACK! "OOOOWWWW!" P-PLEASE," was all she could
say, her cheeks would clench and unclench franticly trying to reduce
the heat that quickly built in her bottom but to no avail, and through
all of her crying Tom continued undaunted.

	WHISSHHH, SMAACK!, WHAAPP! the leather continued to find it's
mark, making an angry red stripe and a weal on each side of the belt
on every stroke. By the eighteenth stroke Ann's crying was one
continuous wail.

	"OHHHHHH, PLEASE, I'LL BE GOOD," she cried, "NO MORE, PLEASE!"

	But the strapping went on for a full five minutes, by the time
Tom laid the strop down Ann's ass was a mound of red stripes, some
already turning a light blue with white weals on either side of where
the strop had landed.

	As he looked at the form of his now sobbing wife, still bent
over with her legs spread and ass hanging over the edge of the bed, he
pulled out his now hard and reddened cock and slid it to the hilt into
Ann's dripping cunt. Tom couldn't remember the last time her pussy
felt so hot or wet.

	As Ann lay bent over still crying, she felt Tom thrust into
her and was surprised at how hot she felt, she came almost at once,
and she was still crying! The orgasm went from the tips of her toes to
the top of her head it felt like. Tom fucked her from behind like that
until she came three more times, then he released what felt like a
quart of come into her dripping hole, some spilling out around his
engorged cock, laying down both of them spent, Tom kissed the
remaining tears from Ann's face, and told her all was forgiven, they
both agreed however, that that was one of the most intense love-making
sessions that either one had ever experienced.

	As they rested Ann slid down and licked Tom's tool clean
bringing it slowly back to life, they made love twice more that night
and both agreed that the strop would be used again for any more major
infractions, and secretly Ann hoped it wouldn't be all that long
before he had to use it on her again.