Every time Pete visited his girlfriend Stacy's house, there was a tension in the air that only Pete and her mom felt. Ever since her mom spanked him, they had this bond that no one else knew about. Stacy was oblivious to the hints and looks they shared. He had fantasized for days about being punished by her mom again, but the fear of her paddle outweighed his cravings, for now at least.
Pete wasn't the only one fantasizing about his punishment. Stacy's mom had been running the scenario over and over again in her mind as well. She was looking for the next opportunity to spank him again.
As these dynamics simmered in the background, Pete and Stacy continued dating normally. One evening, they were hanging out at Pete's house, talking and making out in the privacy of his bedroom. As Pete held her and kissed her slowly, he asked, "What's something you've always wanted to try in bed that I don't know about?"
Stacy looked up at him, surprised by the question. "I don't know," she said shyly. "Let's do what you want to do."
"C'mon, there's gotta be something you've wanted to do," he prodded.
Her eyes drifted, her mind fixed on something.
"What is it, baby? I won't judge," he encouraged.
She took a deep breath. "There is something, but I've always been afraid to admit it."
"You don't have to be afraid," he said gently. "I only want to please you and make you feel good. If I am going to do that, I need to know what's on your mind."
Stacy nodded in agreement and took another deep breath. "I've always wanted to be spanked."
"Spanked?" he asked, looking at her attentively.
Her admission caught Pete completely off guard. He couldn't believe what he had just heard, but he kept his expression steady, knowing how vulnerable she was in that moment.
"Yes, I don't know why. It's just this thing I've carried with me," she said thoughtfully.
Pete knew exactly how she felt. He'd been there before.
"I understand," Pete said gently. "More than you know."
The room was quiet for a few seconds before Pete continued. "I'd like to try it with you if you're up for it," he said, smiling encouragingly.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
Pete nodded and adjusted himself to a seated position on the bed. He patted his leg, indicating that she should lay herself over. She hesitated at first, then slowly crawled over his lap. Pete rubbed her back, settling her in place. He caressed her bottom gently, enjoying the view. He gave her a couple of hand spanks and continued rubbing her bottom.
"Harder," she said, looking back at him and smiling.
Pete happily complied and smacked her ass very hard with his hand.
"Oh!" she whimpered.
"Is that better?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Hm, I think it will hurt more if I take these down," he said as he pulled her leggings down. She resisted playfully, letting him wrestle them down. He gave her a few hard smacks over her panties. These had her wincing and flinching.
"Now, that's much better," Pete commented with a chuckle.
He loved watching her gorgeous bottom bounce to the smacks of his hand. His dick grew hard, pushing up into her.
"I'm really enjoying this," he whispered in her ear as he delivered more stinging spanks.
Though her ass was stinging, his words made her feel really good. She was worried that he would think this was weird or that he wouldn't like it, but he was really getting into it. She felt comfortable enough to reveal more of what she wanted. "I think I'd like to be scolded," she admitted.
Pete smiled to himself, seeing the similarities in their kinks.
"Bad little girls get spanked, and they don't speak unless spoken to while they're being punished. Am I understood?"
"Yes, sir," she replied submissively. Her sweet submission turned Pete on even more. He swiftly took her panties down and spanked her bare bottom hard.
"This is what happens when you don't obey," he said as he continued spanking her. She wiggled all over his lap, rubbing against his hard dick, driving him crazy.
Unable to take it anymore, he pulled her off his lap and laid her down on her back on the bed. He took his dick out of his pants and entered her. She had been fully aroused, her pussy warm and wet. They passionately made love and collapsed on the bed when they finished.
"Wow!" Pete exclaimed. "That was incredible."
Stacy beamed from ear to ear. They continued to talk into the night.
Still curious about her spanking desire, Pete asked, "Is there something you'd like to add or do differently for next time?"
Stacy thought about it for a minute. "That was great and all, but I think I want to be punished. Like, for real."
"What do you mean?"
"Like more than just for play. I want to be spanked as a consequence of doing something wrong. I want to be held accountable for my actions and punished past the point of enjoyment."
Pete sat, lost in thought. He related to her feelings.
"Do you know what I mean?" she asked.
Pete nodded. "There's something I should tell you," he said seriously.
She looked up at him, worried that he was turned off by the idea.
"Remember a couple of weeks ago, when I brought you home late?"
Stacy nodded.
"Well, your mom caught me," Pete said, pausing briefly before cautiously continuing. "...and spanked me for it."
"What?" Stacy asked incredulously.
