There was about a dozen of us around at Naomi's place. The main reason for this was that she had a large backyard with a very nice swimming pool and it was a hot day. We were just clowning around, swimming, sunbathing, boys flirting with the girls and vice versa. Just young people having a good time.
In the middle of the afternoon I started to feel a little crowded and decided to take a short walk to stretch my legs. By a walk I did not mean a stroll down the street. Not with bare feet and a bikini, no matter how fetching the bikini was. All I wanted to do was work out a few kinks I seems to have developed so I started to wander around the yard.
Like I said, it was a large yard and I had room to roam around. I was strolling along, looking at the garden which was quite nicely blooming, and I found myself wandering down along the side of the house. It was rather secluded there and I stopped to stretch and smell the roses. Literally smell the roses, because there were a couple of bushes there in full bloom.
Standing up and preparing to move on I accidentally glanced through the window next to me. It was a bedroom and Naomi's father was in there, taking of his shirt. Reprehensible of me, I know, but I sidled up to the edge of the window to watch, staying to one side so I wouldn't be seen.
All he did was lounge down onto the bed and started reading a book. I kept on watching for a moment to see if anything would happen, but nothing seemed to be going on. Apart from him having a sneezing fit.
After he sneezed he put the book down and looked around and seemed to give a little start. Then he was up and off, heading out the door. I waited, curious to see if he'd come back. After a minute, with no appearance, I decided to keep on with my walk.
Too damn late, was that particular decision. I'd barely taken a step away from the window when I heard a very annoyed voice talking to me.
"Ah, Cheryl, isn't it? I wonder if you'd mind stepping inside for a moment. I'd like a word with you."
Sprung, and sprung badly. I dithered, not knowing what to do.
"Of course, if you're reluctant to step inside I can always read you the riot act here, but I think you'll find we would gather an interested audience."
When he put it that way I decided that I'd be delighted to step inside with him. I meekly followed him inside and he casually strolled through the house to a room I recognized.
Standing there he indicated the dressing table next to the window.
"I happened to look in the mirror," he told me. "The reflection showed me the window and a little snoop playing peeping Tom. I thought you might like to explain yourself."
I said something along the lines of, "Ah, Um, I. . ." and dried up.
"You did notice that this was a bedroom?" he asked. "With a male occupant?"
All I could do was blush and nod and not look at him. I'd been stupid and snoopy and now I was caught.
"How old are you?" he asked. "Seventeen, eighteen?"
"Eighteen," I admitted.
"How unfortunate," he said softly.
"Eh?" Unfortunate how, I wanted to ask. I didn't need to ask, it turned out. He was quite willing to tell me.
"If you were seventeen you'd have been both too old and too young for me to dish out the appropriate penalty. I could get into all sorts of trouble for paddling a minor, which at seventeen is what you'd be. Eighteen makes you an adult and I don't mind paddling an adult who needs it."
"You're kidding. No way would I permit that."
I spoke plainly and quietly when what I was tempted to do was shout NO FUCKING WAY.
The swine just gave me an evil smile.
"Why don't we go out and ask the rest of the group if a spanking is an appropriate punishment? I'm quite willing to abide by their decision."
That, I decided, was a totally appalling idea. First, everyone would know what I'd been snooping, and second, they'd probably vote for the spanking just for the hell of it. Oh god, third would be the fact that they'd want to watch me get spanked.
I wanted to scream and yell at him but didn't know what to say. Finally I capitulated. Better to be spanked in private than to have everyone know.
"Fine," I snapped, giving him my own version of an evil look. "Fine! If you insist I suppose I'll take the damn spanking."
He showed no reaction apart from sitting on the bed and patting his knee. I move closer and he took my arm and guided me into place over his knee, ready to be spanked.
In hindsight I realise I should have asked a few more questions about what he intended in the way of a spanking. What made me catch on to this oversight was my bikini pants heading downwards as he calmly peeled them off my bottom, leaving my bottom and other parts completely exposed.
"Hey, you can't do that," I protested, way too late.
"I think you'll find that as I already have, I can. Now be a good little girl for a change and keep the screaming to a minimum."
With that his hand came down hard upon my bottom. It bloody hurt and I gave a yell.
"If you yell loud enough someone will hear," he pointed out. "It won't worry me but you on the other hand. . ."
His voice trailed away even as his hand came down just as firmly on the other cheek of my bottom. This time I kept my mouth firmly closed. Have someone come in and catch me like this? Not in this lifetime.
After half a dozen firm spanks my bottom felt as though it was going to catch fire. That was when he changed tactics. His hand came down in a noisy spank but it wasn't anywhere near as hard as the previous spanks. It wasn't on my bottom, either. I could feel my eyes opening wide with shock and a little voice was saying he did not do that.
He fucking well had done that and he proved it by doing it again, his hand coming down and landing on my mound. It hesitated for a moment, giving me a quick squeeze before lifting away.
"What do you think you're doing?" I screamed, while trying to keep my voice as quiet as possible. Have you ever tried to scream in a whisper?
"Ah, spanking you, I believe," he said, all calm and innocent.
"You spank people on the bottom," I hissed. "Not there."
"Ah, you'll find that children get spanked on their bottom. Naughty young ladies take their chances as to where they get spanked."
To emphasize the point he slapped his hand down upon my pussy for a third time.
I protested and he laughed and spanked, some spanks, the hard ones, landing on my bottom, while others landing where they shouldn't.
I was almost crying when he suddenly swung me to my feet.
"From your reactions I suspect that you may think I have evil intentions towards your body," he announced. "Relax. While you look quite delectable and ravishable standing there like that I have no intentions of doing anything about it. I am married, you know, and my wife would castrate me with a dull knife if I wandered.
I have to run down the street now. You look a little upset. Why don't you stay here until you've calmed down a bit."
With that he turned and walked out the room, leaving me relieved but sore of bottom. Very sore of bottom. I wanted to jump up and down, holding my bottom, and swearing, and saw no reason why I shouldn't. I found out on my first jump.
My stupid bikini pants had slipped down around my ankles and I nearly fell flat on my face. Furious, I kicked them off, and then I did start jumping up and down, holding my bottom and swearing quietly. How dare that big oaf do such a thing to me? I'd kill him.
I was so busy sounding off that I didn't hear the bedroom door open. I didn't know anyone was there until I heard a voice. It was my day for people sneaking up on me, I guess.
"Such a delicate turn of phrase," came a mocking comment. "Can I assume that you ran afoul of the parent for some reason?"
I spun around, hands still holding my bottom, completely forgetting I was giving my visitor a full frontal. Well, not quite full. I still had my bikini top on, and wasn't that a big help. Steven, Naomi's older brother, was standing there, laughing at me.
"Your father is a bully and a brute and I've got a good mind to charge him with assault and battery."
"Uh-huh. I sort of know my dad quite well. He wouldn't have spanked you if you hadn't agreed to it. What did you do to deserve it?"
