The author thanks her cherished Liam and her now-beloved Aunt Betty for a spanking she will never forget, and which countless other women will yearn to share!
PART I
LIAM REMINDS LAURIE WHAT HAPPENED
Last night I thought about me kneeling behind you on your bed looking at the pile of panties in front of you, my large hands completely cupping your breasts and each lovely, perky, little nipple pinched very, very softly between my thumb and index finger. Yes, your perky nips will be pinched harder, but no reason to get there quickly and every reason to take our time. I want to savor the feeling of your body pressed against my hairy chest and your nipples continue to thicken and harden. I expect you will experience some frustration that I'm not bringing you to the point you want to be faster or even worry that I'll get you there at all. But, when you get there you'll appreciate it even because of the wait. There is nothing you could do about it anyway because you are powerless against my overwhelming strength. As I increase the pinching pressure I will also twist the little bits and pull on them and push them into your breasts. Your moaning will tell me that you are getting close. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain. I know that I will be able to sense when that point is reached and will hold you there as long as you wish. It will be impossible not to cross back and forth across the line. Your moans may turn to muffled cries at times. I will be able to sense when you have climaxed and I will release the pinches but still keeping your breasts cupped and your person completely under my control. My fingers will press into your breasts, exploring their interior composition.
When you have relaxed some and your breathing is back to normal, my left hand will remain cupped on your breast, holding your body firmly against mine but my right hand will release its treasure and start moving down the soft skin on your flat stomach, searching for wetness.
My hand continued downward across the waist band of your panties and then over the soft cotton material covering your mound and then to the damp cloth covering your pussy. I started to slip my finger under the band at your crotch and I sensed your intense desire for me to continue, almost impatience on your part, when I stopped, taking my hand away. I pushed my right arm under your legs, picked you up, and swung my body around so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor. Before you knew it I had turned you over my knee, face down, your curvy bottom lying on my right thigh.
"What are you doing, Liam," you asked, attempting to get up, but were unable to move against the strength of my left forearm which held you firmly against my thighs.
"What! Ouch! What are you doing? Oh my gosh, Liam, you're....Ouch... SPANKING me! Stop it immediately!" you demanded as you again futilely tried to escape my control. As you felt your bottom increasingly sting and burn, you sobbed, "This is totally embarrassing, OUCH! Liam, I'm ordering you to stop immediately. Why are you doing this to me?"
"Laurie, you know that you have been naughty lately. In fact, you've been a very, very naughty girl," I admonished.
"Ouch!"
"You've been dressing in some very provocative underwear lately and even worse photographing yourself in it, even exposing your private parts, haven't you?'
"Ouch! Yes Ouch!" Your legs kicking rapidly up and down.
"Now that isn't very ladylike is it?"
"No...Ouch!"
"Then, you sent me a photo of you naked except for your panties kneeling on your bed with a huge pile of panties in front of you which forced me to masturbate as I looked at it. Then, you sent me a detailed account with many explicit photos of your beautiful self taken on the day you went panty shopping which caused me to cum prematurely as I read it, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did. I'm...Ouch! SORRY, Liam. Ouch, really I am."
My left arm continues to hold you firmly against my thighs but I wish I could move it under your chest to fondle your lovely, perky breasts.
"Furthermore, you were a very bad influence, acting like a slut, on that young salesgirl, just a college girl trying to make a little extra spending money. What is she to expect when an elegant, mature lady enters the store and then blatantly surprises her by acting like a slut? Did you have to get naked for her trying on your new panties? What possessed you to expose your perfect body to a complete stranger? No telling what kind of ideas you put in her virgin mind."
"And, why did you have to embarrass me by telling her I had a small penis?"
"Now, Liam, how could you be embarrassed? She doesn't know you from Adam?"
"Well you're right on that one, but what if she saw us together in the future?"
"Well, I guess you have a point too." "And, last but not least, you shaved your pussy.... Now you know that there is only ONE reason a woman does that."
As I started to pull your panties down revealing your crimson bottom, you begged, crying slightly, "Please not my panties. I'm sorry for being naughty and acting like a slut sometimes. I've been punished and humiliated enough."
"I'll decide when you've had enough," I said showing no compassion whatsoever. Your panties were halfway down to your knees, your legs close together, when my hand landed on the back of your left thigh, just below your red bottom.
"Oh...Oh...Oh!" you moaned. Suddenly your sobs and cries had turned to moans.
My hand came down on the inside of your left thigh, slightly brushing the right one because your legs were so tightly pressed together. As my hand came down again on the back of your right thigh, I noticed that that your legs had begun to spread. When it came down again, they were spread even wider, allowing clear access to the inside of your thigh. You moaned louder.
I released the pressure of my left arm on your back, moving my hand under your chest and finding its dangling treasure.
Deciding to go back to your left thigh, before my hand when down, I noticed that your legs were spread widely. Your panties were stretched tautly between your legs, one leg hard against my body and the other almost off my knee. I felt a constant drip of liquid on my right thigh. My hand came down directly between your legs, my fingers landing squarely on your mound, the palm of my hand touching the wetness of your vulva.
"OH! Liam," you moaned.
I sensed you begging for more and continued reddening your bald mound.
I would have continued that even longer but the view of you inner labia peeking out of your slit was just too inviting. Numerous softer spanks on your vulva reddened and swelled your lips and totally wetted my hand. Your lithe legs were kicking up and down like you were frantically swimming to shore from a sinking boat.
My soaked hand is now resting on your left cheek, my thumb and index finger strongly pinching your soft skin and the firm flesh underneath. You feel something small but hard pressing against your stomach. Your breasts are being massaged. The feeling in your nipples is still oscillating between pleasure and pain. Your bottom, thighs, mound and dripping vulva are stinging and burning. Your untouched clit is aching for attention and your mind is out of control with desire.
Sternly I said, "Now, Laurie, I hope that you have learned a lesson here. The next time you are tempted to be naughty, think about the consequences should you do so."
PART II
Laurie walked slowly the length of the mall. Liam had been very explicit in his orders, "When you are done shopping for me Walk V-E-R-Y S-L-O-W-L-Y the entire length of the mall on a crowded, Saturday afternoon when the place is replete with customers."
She could feel eyes fall upon her; she could sense the leers of many women [and a few men, too] as she made her way to the food court. From a distance, Laurie saw her lovely Amanda sitting a table and quickened her pace a bit. The Laurie remembered Liam's orders and had to slow down. Amanda waved at her and Laurie made her way to the table. Amanda was laughing, Laurie, what are you doing? Why are you dressed like that!"
Laurie blushed profusely, kissed her lover, and sat down. Amanda could not take her eyes off Laurie, much less repress her surprise. "Laurie, precious love, what is Liam doing with you? First, he makes you his lover; then, his mistress. He turns you into his slut in white and now he has turned you into a street walker?"
Laurie lowered her eyes. Amanda understood her so well!
"Amanda, it turns out that Liam had me waiting impatiently for two weeks before even writing back. And this morning he sends me a note with my orders for today. I was to wear these very tight, low-cut slacks that are almost translucid, with no panties underneath, and no bra. He told me to go to my favorite lingerie shop, slip a tip to the young salesgirl and ask her to get me pair of very bright, red thongs, size 5, which is one size smaller than I. I was to put them on, pay and leave. As if the thongs where not perfectly visible and humiliating enough, I was to then go to the men's section of a large department store, and try on men's white shirts. The sales MAN was to come into the dressing room with me while I took off my blouse and tried on different men's shirts. My breasts were clearly visible to the sales MAN and the other men in the fitting room. A few made some remarks but I was not to bare anything. And when I had picked out the shirt that fit me, I was to pay for it, wear it, and walk out with a few buttons undone. Then I was to walk the length of the mall V-E-R-Y S-L-O-W-L-Y and find you. So, Amanda darling, here I am."
Amanda laughed, "Well, now that he has made you a street walker, I presume he will force you to tell him everything?"