Katherine's New Regime - 9

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A schoolgirl spanking fiction - Katherine Gets Her Desserts

Michael held his breath. This was the moment when he would discover if he had judged this pretty young girl correctly. She glared at him as he issued the order for her to sit in the back of the car, just for a moment. If he was right, she would obey him. If not, he prepared himself to have his face slapped, it had happened before.

The last time he had seen Katherine she had been half naked, playing some very rude games with his sister in her bedroom. He had secretly watched through the half-open door as the two girls compared cane marks and consoled each other. To his mounting excitement the games had progressed, his sister leading the other girl into playing with her pussy, and then spanking her already red-striped bottom. Michael has smiled to himself, he knew just what a hussy his little sister could be when aroused. He had already resolved that he would have to punish her and sneaked back to his parents' room to collect one of his father's slippers, and then continued to follow the action on his sister's bed as she led the other girl across her knee for a gentle sapphic spanking, until finally he could not resist the urge to join in the action.

While his sister knew what to expect from him, he had revelled in the opportunity to involve this new girl in his favourite pastime. She had clearly been new to all this, and her naivety had thrilled him, no less so than her innocent compliance. He had administered a token slippering to her already sore bottom - glorious lush full-swelling teenage bottom - as he had every intention of getting this girl all to himself.

And now the time had come. Would she fulfil her promise?

As soon as she was in, Michael closed the car door quickly and strode around to the driver's side. Got her! His heart pounded with dread excitement. This would be the first 'girl-friend' he had ever spanked. That moment when she protested had tested him, and his authority. But when, after an interminable moment, she so meekly complied, he realised that he had assessed her correctly. They both knew what was to happen next.

Michael had deliberately chosen a restaurant on the outskirts of the neighbouring town, that way the return drive took them past several quiet little parking places. The first two were occupied with courting couples, not really a problem but he wanted total privacy for what he had in mind. The third possibility was at the end of a farmer's field access track. The car bounced crazily as it crawled along the uneven track, but just as a gate barred their way, Michael swung the car past the side of a small barn and parked carefully close to the side wall. He knew from experience that it was completely invisible to all but the most determined hiker.

Switching off the headlights and engine, Michael took a moment to study his prey in the rear-view mirror. She was a beautiful girl, but with the demeanour of one who was unaware of her own assets. He liked her. She had proved to be good company during their meal, intelligent, bubbly, witty, and with eyes that sparkled back at him across the small table. But now her attitude had changed completely. She sat quietly, head bowed, with furtive sideways glances through the windows, as if to check for danger.

"You know why I have brought you are here, don't you Katherine?"

As he half turned in his seat, he saw her head bob up and down slowly. Her fingers knotted and re-knotted themselves in her lap.

"I asked you a question, young lady." His voice measured, but slightly firmer than normal.

"Yes." Her reply barely audible.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, umm, sir?" Unsure of herself.

"Good girl." He tried not to overplay his hand, there was plenty of time. He reached out and gently tilted her face upwards. "Why are we here, Katherine?"

"You're... " her eyes met his, "you're going to s..spank me."

He listened carefully to the way she uttered those words. She was surely very nervous, but somehow she seemed to be accepting the inevitable.

"But why would I want to punish you, Katherine?" His voice gently scolding.

"Because of when you caught me and Teresa?" It was only half a question, she already knew the answer.

"Yes, my girl." Michael felt his power growing, he felt fantastic. This moment should never end, and yet he was eager to see what this girl would do for him. "You were being very naughty, weren't you?" Not so much a question as a statement, but he wanted her to confess.

Again the slow nod, "Yes, sir." Said quickly, as if it may all go away.

"Do you think you deserve to be punished, Katherine?"

Again, the small nod. Yes! This was perfect.

"Then I think we should begin. Turn around in your seat and kneel, facing the back." His instruction was carefully calculated. He had been planning this moment for days, imagining how it might be. But as he watched her slowly comply, awkward within the confines of the car, he had never imagined it would feel this good to have her under his control. "That's a good girl. Now tilt your head back. That's it, push your bottom out for me."

Katherine responded to the soft voice. She wanted it. She had thought of him punishing her over and over. She wanted to be with him, to please him. She felt weird, why was she doing this? He was going to punish her! But she felt the muscles in her back straining as she arched for him. Her arms rested against the back of the seat, the smell of leather invading her senses, and his voice...

"You're a very naughty girl, aren't you? You will have to be punished, won't you?"

Michael heard a small whimper emerge from the back of the car. "Spread your knees apart for me, there's a good girl."

He watched as she rocked from side to side, her knees shifting slightly wider on the soft seat. Her knee-length dress stretched tautly across her thighs. He reached out, resting his palm softly on one round cheek. He felt her start, her bottom tensing as if to jerk away, but then pushing back towards him.

"I am going to spank this naughty bare bottom of yours, Katherine." He thought he heard a small sigh from her. "But first, you must show me how obedient you are."

Katherine felt she should respond. Her mind screamed out "yes! yes! I will be obedient for you!", but no words came, just a small strangled "Ohh!"

Michael patted both cheeks softly. He badly wanted to see what lay beneath her dress. "Put the armrest down and kneel either side of it."

Katherine struggled to comply, feeling very ungainly as she moved out of the way in order to bring the armrest down, then re-arranging her knees either side of it. She felt so completely vulnerable.

"Mmmm," Michael offered his appreciation, "good girl. Now lift your dress. Show me those naughty panties you are wearing."

That Katherine could refuse never occurred to her. She was here to do everything he told her, no matter what. Her face burned. It was so humiliating to kneel here like this! And now she had to show him her knickers!

Michael was surprised. She never hesitated, but oh so slowly her hands reached back and began to slide the silky material of her flower-patterned dress up her thighs. His first shock was to see the dark bands of stocking-tops appear, then bare, soft flesh. The upward movement paused.

"All the way up, young lady!" Michael encouraged.

Katherine swallowed hard. She felt the coolness of fresh air in unusual places. His breathing wafted around the backs of her bare thighs. Her hands obeyed him without her intervention, gathering the material of her skirt high around her waist. She was grateful that she had had the foresight to steal a pair of her mother's fancy lace knickers and stockings. She frantically hoped he would like the display she was making.

Michael reached his arm towards her. He carefully re-arranged her black lace panties evenly across her bottom, feeling her start at his touch before relaxing to allow him freedom to do as he wished. His finger tips traced the hem of her panties from her outer thigh, under the curve of one cheek, feeling the soft smoothness of her warm skin, and getting warmer as his finger slipped slowly between her thighs as far as he could reach. In her position, the seductive swell of her mons was peeking from between her spread thighs, difficult to see clearly in the twilight.

She was trembling. Whether from fear, or anticipation, or excitement he could not tell, but it was time for him to savour her weight as she lay across his lap. Without speaking, he got out of the car and re-entered through the rear door. Her face turned towards him, almost expressionless, her eyes focussed far away, but she remained exactly as she had been told.

Michael paused for second or two to drink in the sight of his submissive captive. She knelt as instructed, knees parted widely by the rear seat armrest, her lace-hugged bottom thrust rudely out from beneath her dress which lay carelessly across her arched back. The bands of her creamy-white thighs highlighted by the blackness of panties and stockings.

Michael seated himself beside her and closed the car door. He slid himself as close to the middle of the seat as possible, making space for her to wriggle across him. He patted the seat, "kneel here, Katherine."

He steadied her hips as she awkwardly shifted her knees across him, to kneel upright beside the door, her hands once against clasped in her lap.

"Lift your dress at the front, Katherine. Show me your knickers. That's it, nice and high."

His breath caught as she slowly complied, shifting her weight in order to release folds of material which had become trapped beneath her, until finally the hem of her dress was held nervously beneath her chin.

Katherine's mind was whirling. Shame and humiliation filled her, having to expose her intimate secrets, and her eyes closed tightly as if to shut out what she was being required to do. But she wanted him to know that it was all right, she was willing to play this game. Her eyes opened to gaze back at him, seeing the way he was drinking in her exposure.

"What happens to naughty girls, Katherine?"

Her voice was a hesitant whisper. "They... get punished."

"Are you a naughty girl, Katherine?"

"Yes... sir."

"Then it is my duty to put you across my knee. Over you come." With that, Michael raised the centre armrest and moved across slightly. He reached out and took her hands, leading her forwards until she began to topple across his lap. He steadied her, shifting her body until her hips nestled against his right thigh, and wrapping his left arm across her back and around her waist in order to snuggle her body close to him. His erect cock squeezed uncomfortably against her side. He rested his right hand on her bottom, once again discretely covered by the silkiness of her dress. His hand gently caressed her bottom through the material, giving her time to settle and become accustomed to the alien position.

Michael patted her backside meaningfully. "I am going to spank your bottom for being a naughty girl, is that clear?"

He sensed her head nodding, a whispered "yes, sir" floating back from where her head was buried deep between her arms. He felt her weight shift, not in a effort to escape, but in preparation. He could delay no longer, his right hand lifting away from her up-thrust rump.

Katherine's world froze. Something was pressing against her, she struggled to identify what part of him.... OH! But then she felt the weight of his hand lift away from her bum. Her every fibre focussed on where she expected him to spank.

Michael brought his palm down across her right buttock. It contacted with soft 'whupp!'. He felt her buttock clench tightly, and as his hand stayed to cup her cheek, he felt it relax into the contact. He lifted his arm again, this time to land a soft smack on her left cheek. Again the 'whupp!, her bottom tense, and finally relaxing as his palm stayed as if to comfort her.

Katherine couldn't breathe. She was scared of what he was going to do to her, and wildly excited by it. Her only real experience of punishment was frantic pain. Sure, she now knew that the aftermath excited her, but the actual punishment was harsh and unrelenting. But this was completely different. The two smacks on her clothed bottom had been nothing more than firm pats. Her original panic that she was going to hate it began to evaporate. She twisted herself deeper into his lap, feeling his hard thighs pressing into her chest, just below her breasts, and into her pubis. When she squirmed it sent delicious thrills through her. His left arm around her back felt strong and protective. Two more smacks landed on either cheek, barely stinging her at all. She squirmed her bottom again, encouragingly, wanting it.

Michael felt he was humming inside. This lovely girl lay compliant across his lap, knowing she was there for him to spank her. He began cautiously, wanting to really spank her bare bottom hard like he did Teresa's, but knowing he needed to be gentle. He felt her shift across him, snuggling closer, he could feel her breasts against his left thigh, and her hips wriggle against his right. He spanked her carefully a few more times, loving the feel of her bottom squishing under his palm, no longer tensed. Spank, spank, smack, smack, spank, spank, smack, smack......

Katherine found herself eager for each smack on her bottom. She realised she was lifting it slightly in order to meet his punishment. None of the smacks stung her, and yet there was a warmth building. It felt wild and gloriously sexy.

Michael paused his rhythmic spanking, resting his palm lightly against her bottom, feeling it welcome his touch as it squirmed in reply. He slid his hand down her leg until he felt the coarser material of her stocking, and then slipped it back up under her dress, raising the material up her legs as it went. Suddenly the electric touch of her warm bare thigh under his hand, and then the swell of her buttock combined with the texture of her panties. He used both hands to arrange her dress neatly around her waist, before returning them, one around her waist and the other caressing her bottom.

Katherine's senses returned to feelings of shame and humiliation. Here she was, a near-grown woman, lying across a man's lap in order to be punished like when she was little. She felt her modesty evaporate as cool air replaced the warm comfort of her dress. He could see her knickers! Now what?

"Very naughty girls get spanked on their bare bottoms, Katherine, don't they?"

Alarm rushed through her. "No! Michael! Please! No, not on the bare!" She tried to rise, but his arm held her tight.

Michael waited until she settled again. "Aren't you going to be obedient for me?"

"Yes! No! Ohhhh...!" She felt his fingers inserting into the waist of her mother's panties. They mustn't get torn! But she didn't want to be bare!

Michael began to ease her panties down her hips at either side. "Come along now, be a good girl. Lift your bottom up for me."

Katherine could feel her modesty being progressively removed. Her every instinct was to thrust her hands back to hold on to her knickers. His voice, firmly cajoling. She knew it was a battle she was destined to lose. With reluctance, she lifted her hips from his knee, feeling lacy material slide down the skin of her tummy, across her pubes, bottom finally bare, until they came to rest tautly around her thighs, just above her knees. Cool air wafted around her bareness.

SMACK!

SMACK!

SPANK!

SPANK!

SMACK!

SMACK!

Michael began to spank her delectable nude bottom, the sound crisper now as each smack landed against her bare cheeks. He had to continually fight the urge to really punish her, trying to sense the sting each spank imparted. He paused, smoothing his warm palm across the rotundity of her naked flesh. They were warm to his touch, but replied with little squirms of their own. She moaned softly.

SPANK! SPANK!

SPANK! SPANK!

SMACK! SMACK!

SPANK! SMACK!

He felt her weight bouncing on his thigh as each smack landed, and realised that she was humping her bottom to his rhythm. Her motion against him rubbed his cock. His palm was beginning to sting.

Katherine's bum felt like it was on fire. The spanks weren't hurting, but each one added to the furnace. She deliberately humped her mound against him, feeling the thrills building inside, knowing what was going to happen, no longer caring. "Yes, spank my arse, spank my arse, bad girl, punish me" was the chant running through her head. And the feeling deep in her stomach was building, building.

Michael slowed his spanking. Now he landed good firm meaty swats to each cheek in turn, feeling her thrust down against his thigh. Her words thrilled him, even in his games with Teresa she had never said anything like that. Katherine implored him to spank her harder with every smack, her voice rising in pitch all the time. He knew something big was going to happen, but unsure what it would be.

SPANK!! "Ahh!"

SMACK!! "Yesss..."

SPANK!! "Ohh!"

SPANK!! "Hmmm!"

SMACK!! "sssss....."

Katherine's weight humped frantically on his leg, the last few spanks seemed to drive a spirit out of her, until finally she collapsed limply across his lap. He rested his burning palm on her red hot bum, unsure of what had just happened.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?"

A gutteral "hmmmm!" was her response. He could hear her breathing hard, a felt her hips squirm slow and hard against him, and against his cock.

Katherine had never felt anything like it. Her senses swirled. Panting for air, the white heat in her bum blended with sensations of ecstasy erupting from deep within her. She was aware of making an exhibition of her nakedness, squirming unashamedly across his lap, but she was past caring.

Michael was concerned, this was something new to him. He gently turned the girl over on his lap and raised her until she sat with her head cradled against his chest. He felt her arms wrap around him, hugging tightly. Her head tipped upwards towards his face, rose lips moist and parted. He crushed his own mouth against them, holding her close. His cock throbbed against the pressure of her bottom, and he could feel the heat radiating from it.

"Are you a good girl now?"

Katherine squirmed her hot bottom, suddenly aware of her bareness against him, and the hardness inside his trousers. "Mmmmm, yes sir!" She said emphatically. Her hand slipped downwards to investigate.

Michael felt her hand stroking his cock through his trousers. Man! He was going to explode soon! He reached down and released his waist button and zip, leading her hand inside his pants. This was something new to him, the games he played with Teresa were always concluded alone in the privacy of his bedroom. But now, the soft texture of her girlish fingers wrapped around his shaft, gently stroking him.

Katherine didn't really know what to do next. She had heard all the tales at school, but she'd never actually felt a real cock before. She knew they were dangerous, though. In her mind she could hear her mother telling her to always keep her knickers on when she was with a boy, but it was a bit late for that! All the girls' stories said it was best to suck cocks, that way you couldn't get pregnant, but none of them had ever fancied the idea. Anyway, now she had one, she wanted to get a good look at it. She slid down of his lap to kneel down between the front and back seats, her face within inches of his crutch, trying to make out its shape through the gloom.

Michael couldn't believe it. This girl was paying great attention to him, he could feel her breathing close to his cock, and he just knew what she was going to do. His hands gently held the sides of her head, ever so gently encouraging her mouth closer. Suddenly that first exquisite touch. Soft lips encircled the head of his cock, slowly taking him deeper into her mouth. He moaned, his orgasm only moments away. Her hand gripped his shaft, a little roughly, and her head slowly bobbed up and down. He pushed back, the thrills mounting, until suddenly and very quickly, rushes of cum erupted into her mouth.

All the stories Katherine had heard told of how a boy's cock spurted, but it still took her by surprise when it happened. She felt his shaft swell and jerk repeatedly in her hand, and then her mouth was being filled with warm salty fluid. Not knowing what else to do, she swallowed, and then had to swallow again. She continued to suck hard on Michael's cock, until his hands gently removed her mouth from him. She wondered if she had done everything right and looked up at him. The look on his face reassured her.

Then with a start, Michael noticed the time on the dashboard clock.

"Shit! You're going to be late! We had better get going." Michael fumbled as he re-fastened his trousers. "I'll get going. You can get dressed on the way."

Katherine was still in a daze, but she slowly gathered her thoughts as Michael started the car and turned it back down the farm track. The bumps and jolts hampered her getting her knickers back up, and sitting quickly reminded her of the throbbing heat in her bum, but once on the main road she dressed as best she could. Looking down, her dress was looking quite creased so she set about ironing it out with her hands, and trying to straighten her hair.

Michael pulled up outside Katherine's gate at 10:45. Not too late, he thought, as he got out to open Katherine's door for her. He suddenly realised that it would look odd to anyone seeing her emerge from the rear of the car, but it was too late now. Just before Katherine unlocked the front door Michael gave her a brief but tight squeeze, and then entered with her.

In the living room, Katherine's parents were watching TV and got up to welcome Michael.

"Did you have a nice time, dear?" Mrs Kingsbury asked. And casting a glance in her daughter's direction. "I do hope Katherine behaved herself."

Katherine blushed, a lot.

Mr Kingsbury extended his hand to Michael, smiling and saying, "Well done, lad."

An odd thing to say, it seemed to Michael, but he just shook hands and smiled.

"I had better get Pop's car home before he has a fit. It has been very nice to meet you." And turning to Katherine, who appeared to be trying to hide, "I hope we can do this again sometime, soon."

Mrs Kingsbury escorted Michael to the front door and made him cringe by insisting on giving him a peck on the cheek.

"I hope we see you again, Michael. Bye!" And as she closed the door behind him, muttered to herself "lovely boy, lovely lovely boy..."