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 932 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

"You know," you say casually, "if you really want to know what a spanking feels like I could help you. My Dad has a paddle at home. I could give you a few swats with it..."

Erica stares at you strangely, her face a mask of puzzlement and surprise. "Are you serious?" she says, laughing.

"Sure, why not?" you exclaim, just aching to take a paddle to Erica's gorgeous cheeks. "Or are you _chicken_?"

"I'm not chicken!"

"Well, then, let's do it."

"All right! Let's do it!" She climbs into her car and in a moment you are headed for your house. You hope no one is home tonight. Didn't Mom say she had something planned? You glance at Erica and her face is hard and stern. You cannot believe she will go through with this and actually let you spank her! It's a dream come true!

She pulls into your driveway. The house is dark and quiet. No one is home! Eagerly, you get out and hurry and unlock the front door. Erica follows slowly, growing nervous.

Inside, you flip on the lights and run and get your father's paddle. It is a big fraternity paddle he had in college. You have to hold it in both hands to swing it. He's used it a few times on your butt and you know it hurts. You wonder how many Erica can take.

She is standing almost forlornly in the living room when you enter, carrying the paddle. Her eyes go wide when she sees it. "You're going to spank me with _that_?" she practically screams.

"Sure," you say rather nonchalantly. "How many can you take?"

Erica swallows and looks very nervous. "Say, Terry, I'm not so sure this is such a good idea. I mean, really, who thought you were serious."

"Of course I was serious, Erica," you say in a loud, firm, voice. "You said you wanted to feel what a spanking was like -- so here's your chance."

"But I figured something like a ping pong paddle or something. Not..." Her voice trailed off in dismay.

"Of, come on! You can't even feel a swat from a ping pong paddle. This is a real paddle. We'll just try a few, to see how you like it."

"Like it! What makes you think I'm going to _like_ it. I'm scared shitless!"

But you've come too far to back down now. "Turn around," you command and slowly Erica obeys. "Bend over the back of the couch."

"Please, Terry, not too hard, okay?"

"Sure, Erica," you whisper, but you know you are lying. When she's in position, her butt pointing at you, you pull back on that heavy paddle and swing it with as much force as you can muster.

WHAM!

"Ooohhh!" screams Erica, leaping away from the couch. She dances about holding her poor bottom as she yells loudly. "Ouch! That fucking _hurt_, Terry! That really hurt!"

"Well what did you expect?"

"I don't know, but I didn't expect it to be so, so intense, I guess. Ouch, that really stings. It's better now. My butt's all warm and sensitive now."

"Well, get over the couch, then."

"Oh, come, not more. That-that was enough. I know what it feels like now."

"You do not have the faintest idea what it feels like!" you bark at her, throwing your voice into her face like a drill sergeant. She snaps back, shocked, as though you've slapped her. She opens her mouth as though to speak but you cut her off.

"Listen to me you little vamp. You turn around and bend over that couch and I'm going to paddle your ass raw. You are going to feel what a real spanking feels like, and one swat it aint. This is going to hurt, Erica, hurt like the devil. It's not going to do any permanent damage, and you can trust me not to hurt you more than you can take. But a spanking isn't one fucking swat!"

Tears spring to Erica's face and she gulps in terror as she stares at you like you're an alien or something. But she obeys, quietly bending over the couch, her pert bottom thrust out behind her.

Pulling the paddle back you smack her rump again and again. She howls in pain and begins to cry after just a couple whacks but you don't slow down at all. The paddling is very thorough. You make sure Erica knows just what a good spanking feels like. When you finish she just lays there, across the back of the sofa, weeping.

You approach her and caress the back of her neck. "It's okay, dear, it's okay. Everything's fine."

"M-m-my b-bottom hurrrtsss," she moans, wiggling and sniffling.

"I know, but doesn't it feel good, deep inside. All warm and gooey?"

Erica pauses, as though thinking. "Yeah," she says slowly, hesitantly. "Why is that?"

"It means you enjoyed it."

Horror crosses her face. "But I didn't! Not at all. It was awful and hurt very much."

"I didn't see you trying to run away."

"I was afraid."

"Afraid?"

"Yeah, afraid you'd spank me more if I disobeyed."

"I couldn't spank you if you didn't let me, you know."

There was a long pause, and Erica didn't say anything. You continue to caress her, and soon she stands up and hugs you. "I feel good inside," she says. "I don't understand it at all."

Your smile is warm and full of humor.

"Don't worry," you say. "We have plenty of time to explore it..."