It wasn't my fault at all! So this boy at the pool, the Y, was talking with me about how everyone shaves their parts and i said I didn't and he didn't believe me so i pulled my swimsuit bottom out...just a little bit, a couple of measly inches...and let him peek in, just enough to see i did so have hair! I didn't let him finger my hole or anything. It was just a quick peek. Shut him up too!
But Brewster saw and he said my body was his to decide who looked and who touched. He got all quiet and said we had to go.
I was really nervous on the ride home and sure enough when we got inside i had to take my swimsuit off and stand naked in the middle of the downstairs playroom with my hands on my head while B lectured me on proper deportment.
I could feel little juices of anticipation dribbling down my thighs. Tiny droplets of pussy tears dampening the hairs under my slit.
After awhile, B got tired of lecturing me and rolled out the spanking horse.
We haven't needed that for a while because i have learned to maintain a position while being spanked. I did put B on the horse once when it was my birthday and he said i could have him however i wanted. But more about that later if you want to know.
So the actual spanking took awhile. You probably don't want to hear about that.
Okay so i have to climb up on the horse and get all bent over it with my hands and feet hanging down and my derrière up in the air. I told Brewster he didn't need to use the straps but he didn't say anything and just did them up. I could just lift my head enough to see myself in the mirror wall. My hair was kinda wild. I could see Brew standing at the back wall looking over the implements hanging there. He had removed his shirt. He turned around and caught my eye in the mirror. I looked down quickly, but not quickly enough. I sensed him walking over and standing behind me. My ass was in the air, my legs spread and my entrances were open for viewing. I arched my hips to show him I didn't care what he saw. I felt him move in closer. I could feel his warm breath rustle my pubic hairs. He blew a stream of air directly onto my asshole and then, right in the center, the quickest of kisses. Just the faintest touch of sphincters and then,
SMACK!
A stinging emerged on both buttocks. My eyes opened wide with surprise. The twin blooms of sharp sensation seemed to come together and vibrate right on my already aroused anus. I almost had an orgasm.
Brewster had something in mind for me besides an early orgasm tho.
He got up and stood beside me. then he rested his right hand on my left buttock announced his intention.
"Twenty."
I begin to count. One sir. Two sir. Three sir. When I got to20 sir, we just kept going. 21 sir. 25 sir. 30 sir. On 30, he paused.
There was a lot of heavy breathing going on. My eyes were big as saucers and my butt looked like a baboons butt. Bright red. Singing.
It took a moment for my brain to quiet down enough to wonder if we were done. That is if Brewster would not stick his cock and the whole of his choice and stroke on me until he released his tensions or if there are more strokes of a different kind of in my future.
Brewster walked over to the display wall and selected a leather slapper. I guess my question was answered. He paced back-and-forth behind me stopping occasionally to inspect his work. he kept my ass and felt the heat with his hand. He was not satisfied. Standing directly behind me he began to apply the slapper. First one side than the other. I counted along. We did 10 on each side and he stopped again.
"Surely we are done now" I thought and in spite of the pain I began to twitch my bottom provocatively.
" stop that" Brewster said and popped me a good one on the left side.
Then Brewster went in the other room. I could hear him talking quietly.
After a minute he came back in chuckling to himself. "You are in for a surprise" he told me.
I didn't know what he meant. I was just laying there on my spanking horse completely naked. My bright red ass high in the air. My pussy exposed to lips parted. My anus twitching and engorged with the rush of blood from the spanking, when the doorbell rang.
I thought B would just wait until they went away, but instead he quickly released all the straps and said: "get up".
Standing up made everything sting more, but B was in a hurry and hustled me up the stairs and into the kitchen where he told me to wait in the position which meant with my hands on my head.
As soon as he left the room, closing the door behind him, i cheated and used my hands to rub my red bottom. It was HOT. This was so UNFAIR! I got some lotion from by the sink and rubbed that on my glowing buttocks. I was listening carefully too so i heard the door open and B say: Dirk, Dawn, come on in.
Dirk and Dawn are our neighbors across the street. Dirk has a porn star name so naturally i always check his package out when i see him and sometimes it looks quite interesting. Both of them are quite a bit younger than us. In their fifties probably. Dawn is a real blond. You can tell without seeing her pussy because she has steaks of gray. She has the big bobbies too. And big boobies mean big ass. I could imagine D and D walking to the couch and B ogling Dawn's ass as she walked.
So UNFAIR! Why does he get to ogled ass and I can't show pubic hair?
"What can i get you to drink."
When B came back in the kitchen I made sure i was in the exact spot and position he left me in. I sure hoped the lotion was all rubbed in, butt he didn't even check. He just got a white wine and two beers and left.
After a bunch of thank you's and slurping, Brew got to the point.
"The reason I asked you over here is to help Emma and I resolve a little dispute. Earlier today, at the pool, i caught Emma letting a man peek down her swimsuit bottom at her pussy hair. What would you do, Dirk, if you saw Dawn do something like that?"
"Do you want to answer that Dawn?"
Dawn squirmed in her seat. "I guess I would get a pretty good spanking."
"Darn right."
"How many swats" Brewster asked.
