Choose Your Own Spanking
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(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)

This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 1,295 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

The woman looks at you intently, her eyes shining in the moonlight. She looks so beautiful and honest you find it impossible to lie to her. She seems to nice you must confide in her.

"I-, well, I have fantasies of spanking a beautiful woman!" There it is out. You look up at the woman briefly, to see her expression. She is smiling, not with humor, but with lust.

"Ooooh," she whispers quietly. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be spanked. My husband won't do it, you see. I've tried and tried but he's afraid of hurting me."

"Oh!" you say, wondering if she is just teasing you. "Would you -- "

"Yes!"

"You mean?"

"Yes! Please spank me! Take me across your knee, right now, right here in this park, and spank the shit out of me!" The woman is excited and eager, her mouth open and panting her urgency.

You do not need much encouragement. The woman is fit and beautiful, and the thin dress leaves little to the imagination. In a moment you have found a secluded bench near a small grove trees and the woman is stretched across your lap. The generous swell of her dress across your right thigh is almost too exciting for you. A shaft of light from a distant streetlight illuminates Shari's bottom perfectly. Your heart is pounding with excitement and desire. You cannot believe this is really happening. You have fantasized about this since you were a child, but save for a few isolated incidents you have never had this opportunity, and never with such a beautiful, willing lady.

"I believe you said a naughty word back there, young lady!" you say sternly. "I am going to have to punish you for that. A sound spanking."

"Oh, no, please don't spank me!" cries the woman in a little-girl voice. She wiggles delightfully in your lap.

"I'm afraid there is no alternative. Now be quiet and take your spanking well or I'll have to cut a switch and give you a real whipping!"

The woman gasps and falls silent, but you can tell from her heavy breathing and the way she lies across your lap that she is aroused and excited by your harsh words. "Please, not _too_ hard," she whispers. "I'll be a good girl. I won't talk like that any more."

Without further ado you lift up Shari's dress and expose the most delightful bottom you have ever seen. It is extremely pert and round and the tiny lace panties barely cover it, the swelled cheeks fairly bursting out of the seams. With your right hand you begin a light circular massage and a gentle pat or two.

"Now this is going to hurt," you say firmly. "A spanking is supposed to hurt. I'm going to warm you up a bit and then I'm going to take your panties down."

"Oh, please!" gasps the woman.

"Hush, now!" You lift up your hand and bring it down with a firm swat across Shari's bulging cheeks. The slap is loud in the quiet night but you do not care. Your eyes are feasting on the sight of Shari's gorgeous bottom trembling and the slight pink mark on her right cheek left by your hand. Again you spank her, and again. You give her a couple of hard ones and she moans and after a couple more you slip your hand between her legs. Her panties are very moist.

"Tut tut!" you say gaily. "Your panties are wet. I guess we'll just have to take them off, won't we!" And your hand grasps the elastic band at the top of her underwear and with one pull you bare her glorious bottom, dragging her panties down to her knees.

"Ooooohhh!" she says and wiggles and you can scarcely breathe at the sight of her curved cheeks quivering, the skin bearing slightly pink blotches.

SMACK! You slap her soundly and she gasps in pain and delight. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! You spank her hard now, not caring what she or anyone else thinks any more. You are lost in the haze of your own lust, your sex stirring frantically between your legs. Again and again your hand comes down, the rapidly pinkening bottom of the girl across your lap fascinating you. Your hand stings and is becoming sore but you don't care. You just want to redden Shari's backside until it glows in the dark.

How long you have been spanking her you do not know, but suddenly you realize her bottom is burning hot to your hand and she is crying softly, though she has not tried to escape from your lap. You lift your hand and see that her bottom is the color of a ripe tomato. The sight takes your breath away. You are suddenly aware that the leg of your jeans is soaked with her juices. She has been enjoying this immensely.

"Have you had enough?" you ask gently, your heart slowing down slightly. "Or do I need to get the switch?"

"Oh, please, not the switch!" the woman gasps. She wiggles but does not try to escape. "I promise I will never say 'shit' again!"

This is too obvious an invitation to pass up, so you smile and say quietly, "All right then, the switch it is. Ten strokes!"

"Oh, no! Please, I'm sorry! Be gentle, please!"

In a minute Shari is bending over in front of the bench so the streetlight falls across her naked red buttocks. You have a long stick in your hand, the little twigs and branches stripped from it the best you could.

The first strike is a medium one, but full across the center of Shari's round bottom. She squeals like a stuck pig and writhes frantically, but does not stand up. You strike her again, this time slightly lower, near the crease where her thigh and ass join. The third one falls right on the crease, and it's a hard blow that brings a cry to Shari's lips. Five, six, and seven are across the backs of her legs and she whimpers and cries quietly. Her milky white thighs now bear three blood-red stripes. Eight and nine are back across her bottom, this time at angles, criss-crossing the thin welts left by your previous strokes. The tenth is the hardest, right into the crease again, as hard as you can deliver it. The swish through the air almost frightens you, and the gasp and alarmed reaction from Shari shows that she really felt that stroke.

"All right," you say quietly, "I think that's enough for now. Now I want you to stand her with your skirt up and your bare bottom on display until your husband comes. Don't you _dare_ reach back to rub your butt or I'll give you thirty with this switch!"

Shari nods frantically, sniffing and blubbering a little. You move around to her face and see that she looks even more beautiful when she is crying, and your heart just melts with compassion and desire. "Don't you have something to say to me before I go?" you ask sternly.

For a moment she only stares at you, bewildered and slightly frightened. Then she brightens. "Oh! Thank you for my spanking! It was a really good one! I learned a great deal. Thank you very much."

You smile and walk away, looking back every few steps to make sure she is standing with her dress up to show naked bottom. She is. You wonder what her husband will say. "Perhaps he will spank her himself for being so naughty," you think with an evil delight. "She certainly deserves it and has the bottom for it!"