Sunday Night Spanking

[adriancaine]

Alexa kneels in the corner, her hands on her head. She wears nothing but her underwear, and her white panties have been pulled, wedgie-style, to reveal a hot-pink, well-spanked bottom.

She has been in this humbling position for ten minutes, and will remain so for another ten.

What offense has landed her in this penitent's pose?

None at all; it is simply 7:00 pm on Sunday. The time when--for the past year--Laurel has commanded her to strip to her skivvies for her weekly maintenance spanking. A once-a-week humility check and an effective reminder of who's in charge.

If it's been a weekly event for so long, why is Alexa blushing so furiously? Isn't she more or less used to this ritual by now?

Why yes, yes she is. What she is not used to is having an audience for the event. The doorbell rang while she was in the process of removing her clothes. It was her sister and brother-in-law, dropping by for an impromptu visit. Laurel, both a stickler for the weekly schedule and a woman with high standards of politesse, simply invited them in as a dumbfounded Alexa stood revealed in her bra and jeans.

Is this a bad time?

Not at all. Don't mind Alexa; she's just stripping down for her Sunday night spanking.
[Did anyone tell you to stop, young lady?]
Come in, both of you, can I get you something to drink?

A delighted smirk from Cyndi, who always thought her little sister could have stood a few more spankings when they were growing up. A bemused nod and smile from her husband Ari, who has long suspected that Laurel was the undisputed ruler of this house. He just didn't know that her rule manifested in this very interesting way. He feels as if he's walked bodily into one of his own private fantasies.

Baby, please! Not with them here!

Nonsense. Cyndi's seen you quite bare countless times, and Ari's seen you in your bikini.

But...they haven't seen me...
(her voice dropping to a whisper)
...disciplined!

Unless you want this maintenance spanking to turn into a discipline spanking, you'll stop your silly protests, take off those jeans, and get over my knee.

And so it is that Alexa is stretched out in a most humiliating manner over Laurel's lap...not five feet from where a delighted audience sits. Feels her face flare as her white panties are yanked upwards and into the crack in her behind. Endures five minutes of steady spanking from her highly-capable disciplinarian.

* * *

Alexa kneels in the corner, her hands on her head. The secret she has been keen to keep for the past year has been revealed. Both her knees and her butt are dreadfully sore. With ten minutes more to go, she feels Cyndi's and Ari's eyes on her bright-pink bare behind. She can't wait for them to leave.

She's never been so turned on in her life.



Copyright Ⓒ 2013 by Adrian Caine
All rights reserved

[Often123]

Ah, that was an interesting turn to the story. Please continue with this one or similar stories.

[skyhawk]

It's very easy to be turned on like Alexa with your very good story.

[adriancaine]

Thanks very much indeed!

[redhead-redbutt]

Very sexy story - hope there's more, future adventures or background for the relationship - loved it!

[adriancaine]

Thanks, Kelli!