Choose Your Own Spanking
52

(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)

This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 567 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

"Eric's already had the paddle and strap," murmurs Mr. Carpenter, "so I'll warm you up with those."

Only then do your eyes drift the table and you see that besides the mentioned items, there lies a dreadful-looking white cane with a crock handle. Your blood goes cold. Mr. Carpenter can't seriously expect --

But already he's motioning you to the couch. Fortunately, he doesn't ask you to strip like Eric, but he does insist you take down your jeans and underwear. Naked from the waist down you wait nervously as he approaches holding the big paddle.

"Stay bent over or you'll get extra," he growls, and suddenly your ass explodes with pain.

"Arrrghh," you moan.

"Shut up."

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! says the paddle. The pain is unbelievable. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

"Oh, God, please!"

"I said -- BOOM! -- for you -- BOOM! -- to SHUT UP!" BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

You moan and wiggle your butt in protest, but nothing stops the pain. After twenty swats, Eric's Dad puts down the paddle.

"Now for the strap."

You want to scream and beg for mercy, but the man is already angry and you don't want him angrier. You bite your lip and struggle to stay in position.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

The sting of the strap is like fire. You can feel it coursing through your body. Your every nerve is on edge, blazing and screaming. You shudder and hunch on the sofa, cringing as the strap rises and falls again and again. Every time you whimper the man scolds you, so you are as quiet as possible, but you cannot help weeping.

Finally he stops. "All right, I guess that's enough of that. Eric, get over here beside Terry. I'll cane you both together."

You cannot bear to look at your friend as he settles in place next to your. Your face is hot with shame and you stare straight ahead. Your butt throbs miserably and you wish you were anywhere but where you are.

Suddenly there's a loud crack and Eric shudders, his body trembling with suppressed agony. You wonder if you can bear such pain when you feel it, a sharp lash across your tender rear. You scream and leap to your feet, hands clutching your ass in terror.

"Get back down!" shouts Mr. Carpenter. "That's an extra two for the both of you!"

Weeping, you bend back over. You pray for some miracle to take away the pain but nothing does. You must endure it, gritting your teeth and using all your willpower. Eric takes his beating nearly silently, only grunting occasionally. You cannot help but moan and yelp at each stroke, sobbing with self-pity during the pause while Eric gets his punishment.

After an eternity, it is over. You and Eric are banished to the corner. The pain in your buttocks is so bad you even manage to forget about your nudity, standing with your hands on your head and your pants around your ankles.

Eric winks at you. "When we're done here, we'll meet in my room and put cream on each other," he whispers. "You'll love it."

You aren't sure what to think, but the thought of cool cream oozing onto your blistered butt sounds heavenly, and if Eric's the one who's going to do it... well, perhaps this wasn't such a bad outcome after all.