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 648 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

Still giggling, the two of you head home. You are wondering if you missed your chance. It would have been so much fun to spank Erica's bottom. But you can't bear to let her know about your strange passion. She'd think you were really bizarre.

You watch some TV, and finally Erica says she has to go home. She leaves and you realize you are alone in your house. The note from your Mom says she won't be back until late, and you know your Dad won't be home for a while. You begin to think back over the events of the evening and you become very aroused.

Scarcely daring to believe it yourself, you find yourself in your father's study, caressing his giant fraternity paddle. You've been here many times, sometimes staring at that paddle with longing, other times dreading your father taking it down and putting it to it's intended purpose.

You take it now and hold it in one hand. It is very heavy, very large. You listen. The house is quiet. You are alone. You undo your jeans and drop them to the floor. Your underpants soon follow. Just standing half-naked in your father's study is quite a thrill -- you become extremely excited. The air of the room feels cool across your naked flesh.

With the paddle in your right hand you move it behind you. Your heart is pounding wildly. You cannot believe you are doing this. A part of you tells you this has to be perverted somehow, but you aren't sure exactly why. After all, aren't you about to cause yourself pain? Should you be punished for punishing yourself? What kind of punishment would that be?

WHAM!

Oh, God. The stinging pain radiates through your body. It hurt more than you expected. The initial wave is gone, and you can breathe and sweat again. Gasping for air, you lift the paddle again. This time your hand trembles -- you are afraid. Perhaps you don't have the will to really hurt yourself.

WHAM!

Oooch, that hurt. You leap from foot to foot, wincing at the pain. You bottom is stinging, mostly on the right side. You wish you could fully smack both cheeks, but you cannot reach around behind yourself properly. That would take another person, and you have no one. No one must know your secret.

You long to rub your bottom but you don't let yourself. That would be too easy, too simple. Instead, you give yourself three hard smacks in a row. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

You are gasping when they are finished, tears glistening in your eyes. Those really stung!�In just a few seconds you are composed again, but for a moment there you were out of control.

You give yourself two more sets of three and then a long set of ten. You are panting from exertion at that point, your bottom hot and sore. Tears are in your eyes and you are very tired.

With a deep, lonely sigh, you decide that's enough for one night. You put the paddle back and step out of your jeans and gather your clothes in your arms. Walking half-naked through the house is exciting, daring, forbidden, the consequences unimaginable. In your room you undress competely and climb into bed. You do not bother reading your book but immediately turn out the light and begin to masturbate.

As you fondle yourself, you feel the pain of the spanking and wiggle your rump against the bed, loving your hot, stingy bottom. Your arousal increases the more you think of the delicious pain. You imagine Erica's bottom feeling that pain, those creamy cheeks so soft and silky, all hot and welted from a sound paddling -- the image fills you with passion, and soon you climax in wonderful bliss.

Ah, if only you could tell her!