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SPANKING STEPHANIE

by Peter Martin


Chapter 1

As I got dressed I was wondering how come I was going to my friend Ella's house to be spanked. I was thirty-three years old and a lifelong friend of Ella, also thirty-three. She was divorced with two children. I was still unmarried.

I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I had purchased the school clothes at the retail park yesterday, when I had arranged with Ella to go to her house for my spanking. I remembered the conversation so clearly. I was feeling relaxed after the two glasses of wine we'd consumed. As a mother of teenagers, Ella told me how she used spanking to enforce her rules at home. I mused with her that I had never been spanked as a youngster and wondered if I would have been better behaved if I had been. I even told her how I had often imagined myself across my mum's lap. Ella laughed as she told me that knowing how I acted sometimes with her, she would definitely have spanked me if she had been my mum.

I laughed. Ella told me how she had spanked Ben two days earlier for arguing with her and how Lizzie watched. In fact she always gave a spanking with the other sibling allowed to watch. I told Ella I could see how that would make the punishment more effective and agreed it was a good idea to let siblings watch the spanking.

The conversation continued and I playfully smacked the back of Ella's hand when she went to take my glass away. That was when she looked at me with a motherly stern look and said firmly, "If you were my daughter you'd get your bottom spanked for that, young lady."

I blushed as I replied arrogantly, "Whatever."

Ella leaned forward and told me in a very assertive tone, "Tomorrow, my house, you get spanked."

I licked my lips and playing along replied petulantly, "What? After school?"

Ella kept a stern look on her face, screwing up her eyes. "Yes, be at mine at four o'clock. I'll have got the kids home from school by then." She added, "As it's after school, wear a school uniform... the one you wore at the fancy dress party the other week, like Lizzie's school uniform."

Ella and I laughed about the interchange. However when she left to collect the kids from school she reminded me in a stern voice, "Don't forget, Steph. Four o'clock tomorrow. You'll come over and I'll give you that spanking you have needed so badly for so long."

So when I looked at myself in the mirror I knew what was going to happen to me inside the next hour; it was something I had fantasised about for years and years, except I had pictured myself across my mum's lap and not Ella's. Also, I pictured my sister watching me being spanked. So even though it would be Ella spanking me, it would still be the experience I yearned for.... to be given a spanking for being naughty.

I had bought a second-hand school dress, just like Lizzie wore for school. It was a green and white check short-sleeved gingham dress. I was tall for the dress and so the hem just covered my bottom. I was wearing one of my normal bras but decided on standard short white socks and black shoes with a buckle. I wore my hair scrunched back in a ponytail.

Ella lived two streets away so I decided to walk. It was sunny out so too hot for a coat. I reckoned if anyone saw me they would think I was in fancy dress. I smiled at some of the looks I got. My neighbour laughed and shouted with a smile, "Have you been naughty?"

I smiled and replied was a sarcastic tone, "Yes, and I'm going to see my mum who will deal with me." I walked on and my neighbour laughed, thinking I was being serious.

As I walked I knew being in the school uniform helped me get in to the mind-set of a young girl about to be spanked. I was somehow looking forward to the experience.

A few minutes later I walked up Ella's path and rang the bell. A stern looking Ella opened the door and said, "Come in, young lady."

I walked in and saw Lizzie and Ben were in the living room looking at me with broad grins on their faces. That was when the reality struck me. I was going to be spanked in front of the two of them.

"Go in," Ella commanded gently taking me by the upper arm.

Once in the living room I saw that Lizzie was still in her school uniform. So it felt even more like I was a schoolgirl and a naughty one at that. I then saw the chair in the middle of the room facing the sofa where the two teens were sitting.

Ella said, "I have explained to Lizzie and Ben how naughty you have been and that you deserve a spanking. I have also told them they can watch if they want to. As you can see, both have decided to watch."

I watched as Ella sat down on the chair and flattened out her skirt. She was wearing a rather nice red vest top and a short skirt. Her skirt was so short I could see that I was going to be lying across her bare thighs.

Ella pointed to the floor in front of her and ordered, "Stand there, Stephanie."

I winced at the formality of her using my full name. That was how my mum addressed me when I was naughty. I blushed as I walked over and stood in front of her, feeling much younger than my actual age, a feeling that was reinforced when I glanced at Lizzie in her school uniform.

I was shaken out of my thoughts by the sound of a very stern Ella.

"I warned you, Stephanie. I told you not to answer me back but you still did. What do you have to say?"

"Sorry," I said, feeling even naughtier.

I heard Lizzie and Ben chant, "Spank her, spank her."

Ella broke into a slight smile before putting her stern face back on. "Yes, I will be," she said looking at her kids.

Ella looked back at me and pointed to the floor to her right. "There," she ordered.

I swallowed as I took the two steps and was suddenly looking down at her lap and the floor beyond.

"Knickers down," she instructed.

I bit my lip as I looked first at the strict looking Ella and then at the smiling Lizzie and Ben. I wanted to tell them both off but thought better of it. After all, today I was just their older sister. They were my siblings. This was a spanking that I deserved and would be given to me with my siblings watching. Just as I had agreed was right and proper.

So I took a deep breath and lifted the hem of my dress up above my waist and closing my eyes hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of my knickers and pushed them down to my knees.

"Get across my lap, Stephanie," Ella commanded.

I glanced at Ella's face and pictured my own mum sitting there as I stepped forward and eased myself across her lap. I caught myself with my palms on the floor and lowered myself fully across Ella's lap. It felt strange as I looked at the backs of her legs, then under the chair and saw my legs beyond. I quivered as I felt her hand on my bare bottom, rubbing in circles. I glanced sideways and saw Lizzie and Ben both looking really happy, just how I imagined my own sister would have looked if I had been spanked at their age.

Just then there was a noise from the doorway. I looked towards the door and saw my sister, Melissa, walking in to the room. She looked down at me and said also with a smile, "Ella phoned me and asked me over to watch. I just had to come, Sis."

Ella said sternly, "Just take it Steph. This makes it far more realistic for you anyway."

Ella was right. I reckoned if I had seen my sister before I was across Ella's lap I may have baulked. It was too late now. I quickly reconciled myself to her watching though. I even felt good about it, although wasn't quite sure why. Melissa was several years older than me and being the oldest was far better behaved than I ever was. She never needed to be disciplined and was top of her class throughout her school life. So different to me. I would have benefited from being disciplined when I was younger. It would have done me good.

I swallowed and looked at the floor as Ella kept rubbing my bottom. She said in a wicked tone, "We are only missing your mum now."

I said to the floor, "She may as well be here."

Ella replied, "I'm glad you said that."

I heard more noise from the door and saw my mum walk in.

"Just what I should have done all those years ago," she said looking down at me.

I sighed but as I had pictured her being the one to spank me just a few moments ago I supposed it didn't really matter that she was also here.

Mum and Melissa sat with Lizzie and Ben on the sofa and formed the audience. Ella kept rubbing my bottom as I looked back down to the floor and felt just about Lizzie's age right then, a sixteen-year-old teen.

The rubbing stopped and next moment I felt Ella's hand spank my bare bottom cheek. I gasped although it didn't particularly hurt. She spanked my other bottom cheek and then proceeded to land spank after spank alternately on each bottom cheek. I could feel the intensity increase although I wondered if that was just the compounding effect of the constant spanks.

I glanced sideways again and saw four smiling faces. They were all enjoying the sight of me being spanked. I looked at the backs of Ella's legs and thought how submissive I was being, just like a naughty child being disciplined in fact. As the spanks landed I told myself how I had fantasised about being spanked and here I was getting my bottom tanned.

I looked back at the floor as I realised I was finding it more difficult to cope with the spanks. My bottom was starting to sting as the spanks continued apace. I was now sure Ella was making the spanks harder than when she started. In fact my bottom was stinging more and more.

The stinging feeling intensified as the spanks continued and I squirmed around on Ella's lap.

The stinging moved positions. The backs of my thighs stung as Ella changed the focus of her palm to my legs. I heard myself gasp out loud as the spanks landed again and again on alternate thighs. My gasps got even louder as several spanks landed on the same thigh until she changed again and several spanks landed on the back of my other thigh.

I looked sideways and realised the audience looked hazy. My eyes were tear-filled and soon afterwards I could feel tears running down my face.

I let out a sob and soon afterwards another sob which quickly turned in to crying. I was crying. Thirty-three years old and I had now been spanked to tears for the first time. I was getting the punishment I had so often fantasised about.

Still the spanking continued. Several spanks on the back of each thigh followed by several spanks on each bottom cheek, before Ella returned more spanks to my thighs.

I was crying so much I didn't hear the exchange between Ella and my mum.



© Peter Martin
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