by C.J. Haynes
"I see you wore the appropriate outfit, young lady," Chase whispered into Priscilla's ear as he slowly circled around the elegant and beautiful lady who stood before him.
"Yes sir," Priscilla responded in a soft, nervous voice. She was a tall, red-headed, fair-skinned, green-eyed woman in her late forties. And yet here she stood in the middle of her living room floor dressed up like a young schoolgirl in a white blouse and plaid skirt, her hair in pigtails tied up with pink ribbons.
"Good girls always do as they are told," Chase said while gently tugging on one of her pigtails.
Chase Fredericks stood tall at six foot two. He wore a black tee shirt so tight the muscles of his abs could be seen through it; not that he was trying to hide them. He kept his dark hair short. His light blue eyes gave his face a certain kind of softness, yet his chiseled jaw said otherwise. He possessed what some might call movie star looks. In fact, it was those looks that inspired him to leave his small Midwestern town to pursue his dreams of fame and fortune in Hollywood. While some minor success had come his way, fame and fortune still eluded him.
"I want to be a good girl sir," Priscilla said with a little more confidence in her ability to play the role of the young schoolgirl.
"I know you do. Unfortunately, you've been a very, very naughty little girl lately, and naughty girls have to be punished."
"Please sir, I promise I'll be a good little girl from now on."
"I'm tired of your promises," he said in a stern, strict voice that sent a chill down her spine. "I've given you enough opportunities to behave yourself young lady, but you continue to disrupt my classroom with your bratty behavior. It's now time for me to put this delinquent behavior of yours to rest."
Chase grabbed her by the wrist, leading her over to the white leather sofa that was placed against one wall of the magnificently decorated room. She followed him obediently. For someone who was new to the world of spanking and role play, Priscilla behaved like she had done this many times before. And she had done it before many times in her fantasies, but this would be the first time in her life that Priscilla Burke was spanked for real.
Chase took a seat on the sofa before slowly guiding her over his knee. Her heart began to race as the moment was finally at hand: she was going to get the spanking she had always dreamed about. The anticipation was getting to be too much for her. She had waited until she was almost fifty-years-old to work up the nerve to find a man to give her the spanking she so deeply craved, and the last few seconds waiting for it to happen was killing her.
"Are you ready for your punishment, young lady?" he asked her.
"Yes sir," Priscilla was able to stammer, her lips quivering.
A silence fell upon the room as Chase gently rubbed Priscilla's firm bottom with his strong hands. Another chill ran down her spine as she knew the spanking was about to begin at any second. Chase gave a few more rubs across her plaid skirt before lifting his hand and bringing it down heavily upon her awaiting behind.
The pain that came along with that first swat was both shocking and exhilarating to Priscilla. While she had spent a lifetime imagining what it might feel like, she had no idea how much that painful sensation would bring on feelings of intense ecstasy to every inch of her body. And that was just the first of what Priscilla hoped would be many more swats to come that afternoon.
A succession of swats came pouring down upon Priscilla's bottom, each one a little harder than the last. She had noticed his biceps when they had met for the first time over coffee and found herself wondering ever since that day how hard he could spank with those arms of his. She was finding out.
"Is this getting through to you, young lady?" Chase asked authoritatively as he continued to bring his palm down upon her skirt-covered behind.
"Yes sir," she said through gritted teeth. The pain was intensifying rapidly and Priscilla began to wonder if she would end up using her safe word before Chase had a chance to finish the spanking he had intended for her that afternoon.
"I think we need to make sure it gets through to you so that we don't have any more problems from now on." Chase took hold of the little plaid skirt and flipped it up to reveal the simple white cotton panties she had on underneath.
While not the style of underwear Priscilla normally wore, she had been informed by Chase that they would be the expected underpants for a schoolgirl to wear. Wanting desperately to make this first spanking and role play a success, Priscilla had made a special trip to the mall the night before to pick up a few pairs. She was glad she did because when she slid those cotton undies on, she couldn't help but feel like a young girl once again.
"Sir, I don't think you're allowed to lift my skirt up," she said, growing ever more confident in her ability to play the naughty little schoolgirl.
"Young lady," he said while delivering a flurry of spanks to her panty covered behind, "I will punish you anyway I see fit, is that understood?"
Chase emphasized his point with a dozen hard swats to both cheeks which had Priscilla howling in pain and digging her fingernails into the cushion of the sofa. She began to gyrate and wiggle her hips up and down uncontrollably as the pain and excitement of the moment was overtaking her. She could feel the erection in his pants pressing against her. She began to get wet.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'll be a good little girl," she gasped.
"I intend to make sure of that."
Chase Fredericks had a confidence in him she had only seen in one other person: her husband. Maybe that was why Priscilla chose him to be the first man to give her a spanking. While not as powerful as her husband - who just happened to be one of the biggest directors working in Hollywood - there was something in him she found irresistible. It wasn't just the fact that he was gorgeous, he had a quality about him that couldn't easily be described in words. And here she was, over his knee dressed like a little schoolgirl, while her husband was away in some Eastern European country working on his next blockbuster. While that confidence was what originally attracted her to her husband, his constant work schedule and distant feelings were what made her seek out someone else to explore the fantasies that had laid dormant within her for years. She had always wanted to talk to her husband about her desire to be spanked, but she was too scared. That, and the fact that year after year the two of them had grown increasingly farther apart to the point where she now thought of him more as a roommate and the father of their two college-aged daughters than a husband. She missed the man she once married, but knew he was never coming back.
"It's time for these to come down," Chase said, snapping her back to reality.
As he slid his hand into the waistband of her panties she cried out, "Please sir, not on the bare bottom, it's so embarrassing." Ever wanting to play the little brat, Priscilla reached back with her hand, trying to stop him from taking the underwear down.
He quickly slapped her hand away. "Little girls who break the rules get spanked on their bare bottoms, understood?"
"Yes sir," she said, moving her hand out of the way to allow him to slide the panties down to her thighs.
He gently massaged her naked buttocks which had turned a dark shade of pink. The soft touch of his hands upon her burning sore bottom felt like heaven to Priscilla. He took his other hand and slowly traced his finger up and down her spine. This was the feeling of being cared for that had been missing in her life. While she wanted the spanking to resume, he could have done this for hours and Priscilla wouldn't have minded one bit.
Just as her body was beginning to relax into the moment, Chase's hand came crashing down with a resounding smack upon her bare bottom. With her body in such a comfortable state the pain caught Priscilla off guard. She immediately screamed out as her legs kicked uncontrollably up and down. A few more well placed swats came down in rapid succession.
"How's your bottom feeling, young lady?" Chase asked while continuously striking her sore, reddened cheeks with the palm of his hand.
"It hurts sir, please stop, I'll be a good girl," she said.
Tears were beginning to fall from her eyes as Chase delivered a relentless barrage of spanks to her poor, hurting behind. While Priscilla may have told him to stop, she knew he wouldn't. Stop was not the safe word the two of them had agreed upon. He knew that her pleas for leniency were just part of the role she wanted to play. And she was playing the role so well. In fact, Priscilla was so caught up in the moment she had forgotten she was a wife and a mother. She was being the only thing she could be at that present time: a naughty little schoolgirl getting her bottom spanked.
The spanking continued for what seemed like an eternity. While Priscilla wanted this game to last longer, her bottom could no longer take the intense heat and stinging sensation that burned ever hotter with each and every spank Chase delivered. The pain became too much for one who hadn't quite built up a tolerance for it yet and Priscilla couldn't help but cry "Mercy!" through her tears.
Chase brought everything to an immediate halt. He had told her she could use the safe word at any time. Priscilla was hoping she wouldn't have to use it. To her it felt like quitting, and the last thing Priscilla Burke was, was a quitter.
As the spanking came to an end the rubbing and massaging of her sore, tender butt cheeks began again. While her bottom still burned and ached, the soothing relief of his touch felt amazing. I could fall asleep here over his lap, she thought.
"How was that for a first spanking?" he asked, in a much gentler voice than he had used during the role play.
"That was fantastic," she said, still trying to catch her breath.
"And just think," he said, leaning in close to whisper in her ear, "you haven't even felt any of my implements on your little bottom yet."
That statement made Priscilla's heart skip a beat. As painful as the hand spanking had been, she couldn't imagine how awful her bottom would feel when she finally faced the strap and paddle he had told her about. While no was always an option, her curiosity and desire to push the limits of her pain threshold was too great for her not to allow him to use whatever he deemed necessary on her behind.
"Do you have any lotion?" he asked.
"Yes, I have some in the bathroom."
"Go get it and I'll rub it into your sore little bottom for you."
Priscilla eased herself off of Chase's lap and onto the floor. It took her a moment to regain her balance as she slowly rose to standing. "Here you go," she said while handing him the bottle of lotion she had retrieved from the bathroom.
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