19-year-old Lydia Black found herself in a precarious situation as she attempted to sneak a laptop from Mr. Smith’s hotel room. The dimly lit hallway provided cover for her illicit activities, but her nerves were on edge as she fumbled with the door handle. Just as she thought she had successfully pocketed the laptop, a voice behind her sent shivers down her spine. It was Mr. Smith, the occupant of the room. “Well, what do we have here, a young slut thieving her way to my laptop,” exclaimed Mr. Smith, “you need to be punished young lady, as a matter of fact, you need to get rigidly spanked!”

Caught red-handed, the teen babe with a tight body and perky boobs‘ mind raced with excuses to salvage the situation. With a shaky voice, she stammered, “I-I’m so sorry, I must have mistaken this room for mine.” Mr. Smith’s expression remained unreadable as he contemplated her words. The man looked at her with desire, as he ran his eyes all over the tattoo-covered teen’s body. Teen Lydia was wearing a body-hugging light purple dress, showing off her skinny body and those protruding nipples. The threat of involving the authorities hung heavy in the air, making Lydia’s heart pound with fear. “I’ll do whatever you want you want mister,” the teen cutie with black curly hair pleaded.

To her surprise, Mr. Smith’s demeanor changed, the guy wasn’t angry anymore, but his eyes were filled with lust and he offered her a choice. If Lydia was willing to perform a favor for him, he would refrain from reporting the theft. At this point, teen Lydia will do anything. So when Mr. Smith ordered her to go to his hotel and strip naked, the nervous teen willingly agreed. Lydia reluctantly agreed, she nervously stripped off her clothes, revealing the body tattoos on her slender and smooth 19-year-old body. “What will you do to me, mister?” Lydia asked. Mr. Smith ordered her to bend over and show him that tight young ass. 

To Mr. Smith’s surprise, he saw teen Lydia’s shaved pussy all glistening, Lydia’s young cunt is gushing in excitement. “Oh you naughty young slut, you can’t wait to get spanked, do yah?” the man said. He went closer to Lydia while the teen was bent over on all fours and spanked her butt cheeks hard! Teen Lydia’s body rocked and she let out a whimper, the excitement made the spanking enjoyable to her surprise and she eagerly awaited the next spanking from Mr. Smith who willingly obliged. Mr. Smith did what must be done, spanking Lydia’s teen ass raw. But it isn’t over, the man decided this teen slut needs to be punished some more! Mr. Smith brought out his now rock-hard cock and told the teenage thief to give him head. Lydia sucked that cock as her life depended on it, slobbering all over Mr. Smith’s shaft before jamming it deep in her throat. While gagging on the cock, teen Lydia made sure her eyes locked on Mr. Smith’s eyes, seemingly begging him to fuck her face and give her tight teen body another set of spankings she rightfully deserves.

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SONIA spanking story by Helier

She was the most beautiful, graceful girl I have ever seen.   Each afternoon I
watched her covertly and though I have never been attracted to other
women, I developed an irrepressible desire to be spanked by her.

I had taken Sonia as my maid.   She studied law in the mornings and came
to me each afternoon.    She was cheerful, conscientious and respectful but
though we chatted a little everyday I was careful to preserve my distance.

Herein lay the problem.   My desires pressed ever more urgently but, without
becoming more intimate with her, how could I realise them?   The answer
was simple and came to me one afternoon.   Sonia is my maid – surely
anything I require for my comfort is her duty.     I called her and she came
and stood before me expectantly.

“Sonia.   Are you ever inclined to question my directions?”

“No, Ma’am.”    She seemed genuinely shocked.

“And I can rely upon your absolute discretion?”

“Of course, Ma’am.”

“On my desk you will find a large ruler.   Please bring it here.”

She returned with the ruler and held it out.   I made no move to take it.

“Tell me honestly – have you ever had occasion to give chastisement?”

She was obviously surprised by the question.

” … No, Ma’am.”

“Sonia.   I would like to be spanked.  I expect you to acquire the necessary
skills to oblige me in this.”

Her pretty mouth fell open and her eyes were wide.

“Please give me a hard stroke on my hand so that I may judge your ability.”

I held my hand out.    How my heart raced when I saw her gulp and raise the
ruler.   Her eyes were terrified but her stroke, when it came, was as light as a
patter of rain.

“That won’t do, Sonia.   Please give me the ruler and turn around.”

Again she obeyed me and immediately I gave her three sharp strokes on her
bottom.   She squealed, trying to move out of the way, then shrieked as she
caught another stinging stroke across her bare thighs.   I pressed the ruler
into the hand that was not clamped across her bottom and, turning from her,
knelt up on the seat of my chair.

“Thank you, Sonia.   Please do not stop until I tell you.”

I could feel the nerves fluttering in my stomach as I listened to her halting
breath.   Would she?    I felt a delicate shift of air on my legs and suddenly –
oh, she had such a touch …!

Time and again her vicious ruler swished across my tight silk dress.   I
glanced back and through my tears I could see the little vixen loving it.   My
terrified eyes drove her all the harder until I was wet with the shameful
thrill of it.    I made her continue until she could go no more.  

When she was finished I sat carefully back on my chair.

“You may serve tea now, Sonia.”

“Yes, Ma’am”, she said and went happily about her duties.

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That night, after we’d sealed our intimate bargain with a long, deep kiss, he maneuvered me into his bedroom, pushed me back onto his bed and slowly – giving me every opportunity to call it off or just cry scared, which would have been no lie – folded my skirt up onto my tummy. My lacy bikini panties were carefully removed and dropped to the floor while a possessive hand tapped my thighs apart. A strong male finger flicked between my naked folds for just the barest of seconds – coming away quite drenched with welcome juice, I was sure, as the conversation about expectations and rules had been more than enough for my body to begin to overflow and dribble onto my panties – before a hot, wet mouth claimed my already perked and aching clit. I arched and bucked, but he rode me out, never missing a beat of rubbing his broad, insistent tongue over that pulsing spot.

A shamefully scant few minutes later, John had brought me to such a crashing high that I couldn’t form a coherent sentence . . . my eyes were out of focus and there was a buzzing in my ears. I had come so hard my teeth were tingling from lack of oxygen, and the fingertips I dragged lazily down his broad back as he settled into me for the first time were dark-tipped and slightly numb.

But my pussy certainly wasn’t numb as it fought the need to yield to him in its acutely sensitive state. John caught my eye and penetrated me fully in one quick thrust, bringing us closer than we had ever been physically – and for me, I knew, emotionally and spiritually. “Finally,” I heard him groan. It seemed to slip out of him sharply, almost reluctantly, as he began to move within me.

As he took me for the first time, our eyes remained locked together, and John repeated just one word over and over. “Mine.”

Now, lying over a hubby in the middle of our big bed, my butt hanging out there as if I was offering myself up to that God-awful, intrinsically evil strip of rubber, I had been his for nearly five years. Five stingingly blissful years of being almost embarrasingly indulged and spoiled and scrupulously looked after, as well as blistered black and blue on more than an occasional, completely consistent basis – but always, always with love. Never, ever in those over eighteen hundred sometimes very hard, sometimes very easy days had I ever felt anything less than completely loved and adored.

Even at moments like this, when the count was only a quarter of the way through the hundred lashes he’d promised . . . and would – with no doubt at all – end up delivering to my quivering hind end.

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“A- a h-hunnerd,” I trembled back at him, broken voice wavering badly.

Without another word, he stepped back into place to one side of me, drawing back the fish-tailed strap and letting it fly.

As the next in what was to become a long series of screams was torn violently from my throat, I knew that all would be right with my world as long as this man loved me.

Marie-Louise bent over and placed her hands on the seat of the chair. John wrapped his arm around her middle. Despite the fact that he was using his belt, he never wanted his girl to feel that he was far from her. He wanted her to feel his touch, so that she would not feel abandoned.

John raised the belt and brought it down across her bottom. It covered both cheeks with a loud CRACK and she jumped. His arm held her in place. He chose a slow steady rhythm and brought the belt down on her bottom and sit-spot until Marie-Louise was bawling. He dropped the belt to the floor, stood her upright and lowered her underpants. John sat down in the chair, pulled Marie-Louise across his lap and finished with his hand.

“You SPANK are my SPANK girl SPANK. You matter SPANK to me SPANK SPANK. You are important SPANK SPANK, you do not SPANK need to hurt yourself SPANK SPANK, you do not SPANK need to test SPANK my SPANK love SPANK. No matter SPANK how big SPANK you think SPANK you may be SPANK SPANK, you are always SPANK small enough to be SPANK in this SPANK position. SPANK. Do you understand me SPANK SPANK?”

Marie-Louise was barely able to answer. “yessirrrrrrrr.”

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John continued to slowly spank Marie-Louise until her sobbing had her feeling like the little girl that he knew she needed to be at the moment.

Marie-Louise cried. All of her feelings of insecurity, all of her fears about growing up, all of her years of not knowing what it was to truly be loved poured out of her. She had been holding it in for so long that she didn’t know it was possible for it to come out, but he had helped her bring them out. Her Honey. Her Honey had found a way to get through the stubbornness and find the slutty but obedient girl. Her Honey knew what she needed and he helped her grow. Her Honey.

As she lay across his lap, years of tears and frustration came pouring out. She had not noticed when he stopped spanking her, she only knew that for the first time in her life, she truly felt safe. A small smile came to her lips, because she knew that she was home.

“Noooooooo mooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrreeee pllllleeeeaaaassseeee!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, absolutely certain that I was going to have no voice at all tomorrow.

He stopped and looked at me with those dark gray eyes, the rest of him all thoughtful and boyish, almost benign in faded jeans and a plain black t-shirt . . . except for the wicked rubber strap in his hand. “How many strokes did I say I was going to give you when we started this, sweetie?” came the inevitable, deep velvet question.

I was panting, no longer able to draw a full breath – shuddering and crying and shaking and wishing – beyond anything else at that particular moment in my life – that he would relent from what he had said . . . just this once.

But I should have known better. John did not hand out punishments lightly, and thus his punishments were pretty heavy. When I agreed to belong to him – in a surprisingly casual exchange that he somehow turned into an impromptu cermony involving a certain amount of a good white wine and him claiming every inch of my body, mind, and soul as his to care for and protect (even from myself) – I knew that it would be forever, with or without the mumbled words of a cleric or civil servant.

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And I knew that it would often be very hard to accept exactly what belonging to him meant, elementally, to each of us.

To me, it meant that I gifted him with my obedience. I don’t follow anyone blindly – even him – and I don’t give myself easily, and John knows that. But when it comes down to it, my take on things is not always the most pragmatic or practical, and I have never known him to set a rule that I considered to be frivilous or spiteful.

To John, it meant that he could indulge himself sexually with me in any way he preferred – but always with an eye to me and my well-being, of course – even when he was waling the tar out of me. He assumed the mantle of responsibility for me and to me as if he had been born to it, peeping into all areas of my life, but choosing his targets with a wisdom I had come to have a great respect for, even prior to our arrangement.

John had been my hovering best friend since before high school – always mature beyond his years while I seemed stuck at adolescence, and sometimes much, much younger. He’d always been there for me – often rolling his eyes at my antics or quietly restraining multiple rounds of “I told you so’s” – through innumerable illnesses and boyfriends and two deadbeat husbands.

John put the brush down and continued with his hand. “You SPANK know SPANK perfectly SPANK well SPANK that SPANK ‘I don’t know’ SPANK SPANK is not SPANK an acceptable SPANK answer SPANK SPANK SPANK. Try again. SPANK SPANK”

“I don’t remember the question honey.”

“Why did you ignore the stop sign young lady?”

Marie-Louise thought for a moment. She knew that there was no right answer to this question. She knew that no matter what she said, it would be lame. So, she resigned herself to the truth, knowing that at least she wouldn’t get soap for lying. “I…I…I guess I just didn’t feel like obeying the laws Honey.”

John picked up the wooden spoon. “Well, THWACK I imagine THWACK that by THWACK the time THWACK we are finished THWACK young lady THWACK THWACK, you will THWACK most certainly THWACK feel like THWACK obeying THWACK THWACK the laws THWACK THWACK THWACK.”

“Oooowwwwwwwwwwww babe…. it hurtssssssssssssss.”

“Good. It’s supposed to hurt young lady. And will keep on hurting until you have learned this lesson. Do I make myself clear?”

“YesssssssssssSirrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

Marie-Louise was kicking her legs and grabbing onto the chair for dear life. Her backside was on fire, and she just wanted to find a way out of this position. She squirmed and wiggled and tried with all her might to slip away, but John kept a firm grip around her middle. In fact, the more she struggled, the more she slid forward, making an easier target of her upper thighs. John let loose with a peppering to her thighs, and Marie-Louise could not contain herself.

“Nooooooooooooo Papaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I’m sorrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”

John gave his little girl a few more swats to each side before standing her up.

“Go to the corner, and DO NOT think about rubbing that bottom of yours little girl.”

Marie-Louise turned and nearly collapsed into the corner. She stood crying for several minutes when a realization came to mind. She still had her underpants on. She had convinced herself that it was over, that her Honey was going to hug her and tell her she was forgiven, and the slate was clean, but this thought quickly chased those ideas from her head. “He never gives a spanking without me losing my underpants.” she thought to herself. This made Marie-Louise cry even harder.

John watched his little girl stand in the corner. He hated what had to happen, but he knew that he needed to make a lasting impression with this chat. His daughter was so lucky that no one had been hurt, that the only damage had been to the cars. He wanted her to know that he loved her, and the he worried about her, and that he cared about what happened to her.

“Marie-Louise, come here.”

She went to father and was puzzled when he sat her upon his lap.

“Opus, I want you to listen to me. I want you to understand how important you are to me. How much I would hurt if something happened to you. It is important that you realize that I am not giving you a spanking just to spank you. You broke a law, you got two tickets, and you caused a car accident. For that you are forgiven.”

Marie-Louise looked at her father not sure if he meant that the spanking was over or if it was just beginning.

“I think that you have learned that the rules are in place to protect you, right honey?”

“Yessir.”

“But, I am not sure that you understand what you mean to me. I worry about you, I love you, and I never want to see you hurt. I may allow you to make mistakes, but your physical safety is not something I am willing to allow you to risk. Does that make sense Opus?”

“Yessir.”

“And that is why your spanking is not over. You are my little girl, and you are going to learn that you matter- not just to me, but to your mother, and to yourself. I am not going to sit back and watch you hurt yourself, because I love you too much.”

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That said, John put his little girl on her feet. He stood up as well and slowly and deliberately took off his belt. Marie-Louise watched the belt slide from around his waist and didn’t know what to think. All she knew was that Honey had never used his belt before. In her mind, she knew that he meant serious business and went over everything he had just said to her. She knew that he wanted to make this impression, and she didn’t want to forget his words. Marie-Louise began to cry softly as she realized just how much her Honey loved her. She realized that she meant something to him and that he really did care about her.

John looked at Marie-Louise. “Put your hands on the chair.”