Cici and the Colonel
Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 10:19 pm
The Colonel walked in the front door, said “it's time” and Cici was suddenly filled with dread. He warned her when he left for work that morning that she would be getting her long-overdue spanking that night.
“I was hoping we could do that after dinner?” she asked.
“Oh, you will be getting a spanking before AND after dinner,” he replied as he sat down on the couch. “Get over my lap now.”
“Please don’t spank me in the living room,” she begged. “The neighbors might hear! Please!”
“You should have thought about that before you went out drinking and driving,” he said with a stern look. “You broke the law and what happens to girls who break the law when they get home?”
Cici looked down at the floor, just the thought of what was about to happen made her dizzy.
“Answer me,” the Colonel said in that quiet-yet-strict voice. “What happens to you when you break the rules, Cici?”
She paused, unable to speak the words.
“If you don’t answer me, I’m going to give you a spanking out in the courtyard so all the neighbors will know what a bad girl you are. Is that what you want? You want your panties pulled down and your neighbors to watch you kick and scream while I turn your bare bottom bright red?”
“Noooooo!” she screamed.
“Then answer the question. What’s about to happen to you here on this couch and why?”
“I’m going to get a spanking,” she said in almost a whisper, “because I was drinking and driving.”
“You are actually going to get several spankings tonight,” he answered back. “First, you are going to get a very long warm-up here on the couch with your panties on.”
He looked so stern sitting there on the couch in his colonel uniform and she knew she deserved this spanking so she slowly walked over to the couch. To her horror, she noticed she had left her hairbrush lying on the couch right next to where he was sitting.
He noticed at the same time and said, “Since you left this hairbrush out, I’m going to use it after I turn your bottom pink with my hand. Then I’ll finish up with my hand again. After I warm you up downstairs here on the couch, we are going to go upstairs and I’m going to spank your bare bottom until it’s raw and bruised. You aren’t going to be able to sit down for days after this. Any questions?”
“No,” she said. With that, she laid across his lap to take her punishment.
The Colonel lifted Cici’s skirt and admired her perky bottom and cute, white panties as he rubbed it and scolded her about her drinking and driving. A few times, he let his fingers slip between her legs and he could feel her grind against his hand and moan softly.
He lifted his hand and began to spank her, not too hard at first. He wanted to start slowly because this spanking was going to have to last a while if she was going to learn her lesson.
Cici lay still across the Colonel’s lap. At the beginning, the spanking didn’t really hurt but then the Colonel started spanking harder and faster. Her bottom began to sting as his hand kept spanking harder and harder. When she started to wiggle, he told her to be still but the pain was becoming harder and harder to bear and instead of stopping, she started wiggling more and more and kicking her legs.
“Be still!” he commanded.
But the pain was too much and Cici finally reached back and put her hand over her burning backside.
The Colonel stopped spanking long enough to grab her hand and hold it in the small of her back out of the way of his unrelenting blows.
The painful spanking continued and Cici screamed out, “Please stop! Pleeeeeeeeese! I’ll never do it again!”
This made the Colonel spank even harder.
“Owwwwwwww!” she screamed. What would the neighbors think if they heard me and walked by my window right now, she thought as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror sprawled across the Colonel’s lap, kicking and screaming and getting a spanking. But it hurt so bad she couldn’t help bucking around on his lap as he held her down and continued his assault on her very sore bottom.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he stopped and began to rub her bottom again while lecturing her on the dangers of drinking and driving. She loved the feel of his strong hand on her burning bottom and pressed against his hand as he moved it down and fingered her soaking wet pussy.
He pulled down her panties to admire his work and rubbed her bare bottom. “Your naughty butt is just a light shade of pink,” he commented. Then he pulled the panties back up and began to spank her again.
This spanking went on for several minutes while Cici tried to be still. When it became unbearable again, she began to kick her legs and try to put her hands in the way. He let her struggle for several more minutes and finally said, “That’s it. I told you to be still. Now you are getting the hairbrush.”
“Nooooooo!” begged Cici. “I’ll be still. I promise. Just please don’t use that hairbrush!”
He rubbed her now bright red bottom for a minute and reminded her why she was getting this spanking. Then he began to spank her with the hairbrush over her panties. This went on for several minutes but Cici was begging, crying and squirming from the very beginning.
As she screamed and cried and kicked, the Colonel continued to teach her a lesson with the hairbrush for several long minutes. He stopped once to rub her bottom and lecture her and finished up by spanking her so hard with the hairbrush that he almost broke it across her backside.
When he finally stopped and put down the brush, Cici had given up fighting. “Are you finished? Please say you’re finished. I’m so sorry.”
“What did I tell you was going to happen, Cici? I told you I was going to spank you with my hand, then the hairbrush and then finish with my hand, didn’t I? Do you need another spanking for not listening? Obviously I’m not getting through to you.”
He gave her a spanking with his hand with very quick and hard blows that elicited a small cry every time his hand landed until it was just one steady cry. She felt like her bottom was literally on fire every time his hand hit. She struggled to free herself from his grip.
He stopped to rub her bottom and lecture her some more and said, “I’m going to keep spanking you until you can lie still for five minutes.” And before she could even answer, he began again. She couldn’t help but kick and scream and he said, “Your time doesn’t start until you are still. You know you deserve this so lay still and take your punishment.”
She gave in and endured five minutes of excruciating pain. It hurt so bad she almost didn’t notice when he stopped.
“Are you sorry?” he asked her.
“Yes, I’m so sorry. It will never happen again.”
He pulled her panties down to check the color of her bottom. It was bright red with a few bruises. When he rubbed it, it felt warm, almost hot, to the touch. And when he rubbed between her legs, she was so wet. It excited him so much to feel her like that.
“Your warm-up is over, Cici. Come tell Daddy you’re sorry.”
Cici got up and rubbed her sore bottom. Then she sat on the Colonel’s lap with her legs straddling him, looked him in his eyes and said, “I’m sorry, Daddy.” She kissed him long and hard as she rubbed herself against his now rock hard cock.
“You know this was just your warm-up,” he reminded her. “You are getting a paddle on your bare bottom when we go upstairs.”
To be continued. . .
“I was hoping we could do that after dinner?” she asked.
“Oh, you will be getting a spanking before AND after dinner,” he replied as he sat down on the couch. “Get over my lap now.”
“Please don’t spank me in the living room,” she begged. “The neighbors might hear! Please!”
“You should have thought about that before you went out drinking and driving,” he said with a stern look. “You broke the law and what happens to girls who break the law when they get home?”
Cici looked down at the floor, just the thought of what was about to happen made her dizzy.
“Answer me,” the Colonel said in that quiet-yet-strict voice. “What happens to you when you break the rules, Cici?”
She paused, unable to speak the words.
“If you don’t answer me, I’m going to give you a spanking out in the courtyard so all the neighbors will know what a bad girl you are. Is that what you want? You want your panties pulled down and your neighbors to watch you kick and scream while I turn your bare bottom bright red?”
“Noooooo!” she screamed.
“Then answer the question. What’s about to happen to you here on this couch and why?”
“I’m going to get a spanking,” she said in almost a whisper, “because I was drinking and driving.”
“You are actually going to get several spankings tonight,” he answered back. “First, you are going to get a very long warm-up here on the couch with your panties on.”
He looked so stern sitting there on the couch in his colonel uniform and she knew she deserved this spanking so she slowly walked over to the couch. To her horror, she noticed she had left her hairbrush lying on the couch right next to where he was sitting.
He noticed at the same time and said, “Since you left this hairbrush out, I’m going to use it after I turn your bottom pink with my hand. Then I’ll finish up with my hand again. After I warm you up downstairs here on the couch, we are going to go upstairs and I’m going to spank your bare bottom until it’s raw and bruised. You aren’t going to be able to sit down for days after this. Any questions?”
“No,” she said. With that, she laid across his lap to take her punishment.
The Colonel lifted Cici’s skirt and admired her perky bottom and cute, white panties as he rubbed it and scolded her about her drinking and driving. A few times, he let his fingers slip between her legs and he could feel her grind against his hand and moan softly.
He lifted his hand and began to spank her, not too hard at first. He wanted to start slowly because this spanking was going to have to last a while if she was going to learn her lesson.
Cici lay still across the Colonel’s lap. At the beginning, the spanking didn’t really hurt but then the Colonel started spanking harder and faster. Her bottom began to sting as his hand kept spanking harder and harder. When she started to wiggle, he told her to be still but the pain was becoming harder and harder to bear and instead of stopping, she started wiggling more and more and kicking her legs.
“Be still!” he commanded.
But the pain was too much and Cici finally reached back and put her hand over her burning backside.
The Colonel stopped spanking long enough to grab her hand and hold it in the small of her back out of the way of his unrelenting blows.
The painful spanking continued and Cici screamed out, “Please stop! Pleeeeeeeeese! I’ll never do it again!”
This made the Colonel spank even harder.
“Owwwwwwww!” she screamed. What would the neighbors think if they heard me and walked by my window right now, she thought as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror sprawled across the Colonel’s lap, kicking and screaming and getting a spanking. But it hurt so bad she couldn’t help bucking around on his lap as he held her down and continued his assault on her very sore bottom.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he stopped and began to rub her bottom again while lecturing her on the dangers of drinking and driving. She loved the feel of his strong hand on her burning bottom and pressed against his hand as he moved it down and fingered her soaking wet pussy.
He pulled down her panties to admire his work and rubbed her bare bottom. “Your naughty butt is just a light shade of pink,” he commented. Then he pulled the panties back up and began to spank her again.
This spanking went on for several minutes while Cici tried to be still. When it became unbearable again, she began to kick her legs and try to put her hands in the way. He let her struggle for several more minutes and finally said, “That’s it. I told you to be still. Now you are getting the hairbrush.”
“Nooooooo!” begged Cici. “I’ll be still. I promise. Just please don’t use that hairbrush!”
He rubbed her now bright red bottom for a minute and reminded her why she was getting this spanking. Then he began to spank her with the hairbrush over her panties. This went on for several minutes but Cici was begging, crying and squirming from the very beginning.
As she screamed and cried and kicked, the Colonel continued to teach her a lesson with the hairbrush for several long minutes. He stopped once to rub her bottom and lecture her and finished up by spanking her so hard with the hairbrush that he almost broke it across her backside.
When he finally stopped and put down the brush, Cici had given up fighting. “Are you finished? Please say you’re finished. I’m so sorry.”
“What did I tell you was going to happen, Cici? I told you I was going to spank you with my hand, then the hairbrush and then finish with my hand, didn’t I? Do you need another spanking for not listening? Obviously I’m not getting through to you.”
He gave her a spanking with his hand with very quick and hard blows that elicited a small cry every time his hand landed until it was just one steady cry. She felt like her bottom was literally on fire every time his hand hit. She struggled to free herself from his grip.
He stopped to rub her bottom and lecture her some more and said, “I’m going to keep spanking you until you can lie still for five minutes.” And before she could even answer, he began again. She couldn’t help but kick and scream and he said, “Your time doesn’t start until you are still. You know you deserve this so lay still and take your punishment.”
She gave in and endured five minutes of excruciating pain. It hurt so bad she almost didn’t notice when he stopped.
“Are you sorry?” he asked her.
“Yes, I’m so sorry. It will never happen again.”
He pulled her panties down to check the color of her bottom. It was bright red with a few bruises. When he rubbed it, it felt warm, almost hot, to the touch. And when he rubbed between her legs, she was so wet. It excited him so much to feel her like that.
“Your warm-up is over, Cici. Come tell Daddy you’re sorry.”
Cici got up and rubbed her sore bottom. Then she sat on the Colonel’s lap with her legs straddling him, looked him in his eyes and said, “I’m sorry, Daddy.” She kissed him long and hard as she rubbed herself against his now rock hard cock.
“You know this was just your warm-up,” he reminded her. “You are getting a paddle on your bare bottom when we go upstairs.”
To be continued. . .