Episode 4: She Needs a Damn Good Spanking
Stephanie, Bobby and George lived together in an
unconventional arrangement. George, Stephanie’s husband had been faced
with a choice of completely losing his much younger wife to her lesbian
lover, or sharing his wife’s affections and letting Bobby move in with
them. The deciding factor came when George was promised he would be living
with two naughty young women in need of frequent spankings. So far, the
relationship had worked in as much as George still enjoyed married life
and his wife still enjoyed sexy-time with her girlfriend. But the
opportunity for George to put Bobby over his knee just hadn’t come
around… until now.
Bobby raised a soap covered leg and fluttered her
elegantly painted toes against Stephanie’s glistening left breast,
hardening the nipple as the two naked girls sat face to face in the
steaming bath water.
“Steph?” she asked in a mischievous voice, “did
your mum and dad ever spank you when you were a teenager?”
“No,” answered Stephanie, writhing a little
against Bobby’s caress. “What makes you ask that?”
“I was just thinking,” said Bobby. “Mine
didn’t either and I’ve always felt I missed out somehow.”
“Missed out on being punished?” said Stephanie
“Oh no,” explained Bobby. “I was punished all
the time; told off, sent to my room, grounded every other week. But I
never had that… ‘Wait till your father gets home young lady’ speech
and then having to wait in my room knowing I was going to be spanked until
I couldn’t sit down.”
“Mmm,” said Stephanie. “I can see how you
might have enjoyed that.”
“I don’t think enjoyed is the right word,” said
Bobby thoughtfully. “I think I would have dreaded being spanked by Dad.
But there’s just something about that little scenario that makes me
tingle and makes me wish it had happened sometimes.”
“Well it’s never too late,” said Stephanie with
a grin as an idea came to her mind. “You know I promised George he’d
get the chance to spank you. Maybe he’ll do what your dad should have
Bobby’s face dropped and her stomach turned over. “Now just a minute Steph,” she said. “I… I don’t know about this. I’m not sure I want…”
“You’ll do as your told young lady,” snapped
Stephanie, cutting off Bobby’s protestation.
Bobby looked shocked. She had been a child the last
time anyone spoke to her that way and she didn’t know whether to laugh
or cry. She knew in reality that she was a full grown adult just the same
as her girlfriend but those words still made her feel like a
naughty teenager who’d just overstepped the mark with her mother.
Stephanie pushed herself to her feet and stepped out
of the bath. She wrapped a towel around herself and turned to Bobby. “
I’ll see you downstairs when you’ve finished your bath,” she said,
“and don’t leave a mess.” With that, she turned and marched out of
the bathroom leaving Bobby stunned and open mouthed.
Bobby climbed dripping out of the bath and grabbed a
towel. She slowly dried herself, thinking about what had happened. What
sort of monster have I unleashed, she thought. She finished drying,
dropped the towel on the floor and scampered along the landing to her room
to get dressed. A second later there was a hammering on the bedroom door.
She pulled it open a bit and came face to face with Stephanie, looking
“What did I tell you about that bathroom?”
“What…? What do you mean?” asked Bobby puzzled.
“Come with me.” Stephanie grabbed Bobby by the
wrist and dragged her out of her room. She towed the still naked girl
along the landing, ignoring her protests, and stopped outside the
bathroom. “Look at this,” she snapped. She stepped aside so Bobby
could have a clear view of the mess.
“What’s wrong with it?” asked Bobby.
Stephanie gave an impatient snort. She grabbed Bobby
by the arm, turned her so she could get a good swing at her bottom then
smacked her hard. Bobby yelped and her hand flew back to rub away the
sting where a red handprint flared.
“What the hell?” said Bobby.
“I told you, DON’T… LEAVE… A… MESS!” said
Stephanie, emphasising the words with more painful slaps.
“Owww! Stop it, yelled Bobby, trying in vain to
dance away from the smacks.”
“Stop it? Stop it?
You wait ‘till George gets home young lady,” scolded Stephanie,
“then I promise you you’ll know what a smacked bottom really is.”
“You made as much mess as I did,” argued Bobby,
“I’m not cleaning it up!”
“How dare you answer me back!” barked Stephanie.
“As long as you live under my roof you’ll obey my rules!”
“Why are you being such a cow?” yelled Bobby.
“What did you call me?” said Stephanie, her eyes
to turning to angry slits. She pointed to Bobby’s bedroom. “I don’t
want to hear another word young lady.
Go to your room.”
Bobby’s eyes opened wide. She didn’t know how
this little fantasy had got so wildly out of her control. She really felt
like a naughty teenager in deep trouble. Like it or not, she was being
sent to her room to wait for her punishment and Stephanie just wouldn’t
listen to reason.
Bobby opened her mouth to argue again but Stephanie
held up her hand. “Not another word,” she hissed through clenched
With a snort of frustrated teenage angst Bobby
stomped off back to her room and slammed the door shut.
George Walker was Dean of Students at the local
college and it had been one hell of a day. He was still in a foul mood
when his phone rang. It was Stephanie and she seemed to be as angry as he
was. He listened with a look
of intense annoyance as Stephanie ranted about Bobby’s atrocious
“…and she never cleans up. She lazes in bed until
God knows what hour. She’s neglecting her school work…”
“School work?” George puzzled. He thought
Stephanie must be referring to Bobby’s university work. He knew she was
a postgraduate psychology student.
“… and she’s rude and disobedient,” Stephanie
continued. “George I’m at the end of my tether. I’ve sent her to her
room to wait until you get home. We’ve been far too lenient with her
George and we’ve created a spoiled brat. Now there’s only one thing
for it. That girl needs a damn good spanking!”
When George arrived home, Stephanie was waiting. She
met him as he came through the door. She was standing in the hallway,
looking furious, arms folded.
“She’s in her room George,” she said.
“Right! Leave her to me!” snapped George, pacing
towards the staircase with an air of barely contained rage.
Stephanie’s expression changed to a look of
concern. She nibbled her bottom lip nervously. She hadn’t realised
George was going to arrive home in such a temper. If she’d known, she
wouldn’t have started this game and she feared Bobby was in for a much
harsher spanking than either of them had expected.
In her bedroom, Bobby was also in a bad mood. After
slamming her door shut she had thrown herself down on the bed. She was
furious with Stephanie for making her feel like a naughty child but for
some reason she fully embraced the fantasy and let loose her suppressed
teenage anger. She screamed through clenched teeth and hammered her feet
and fists against the bed. When that little tantrum didn’t ease her
temper she picked up her cuddly teddy and threw it across the room.
Sulkily she pulled on her pyjamas. As time passed, her anger turned to
anxiety. Was Stephanie really going to send George up to spank her?
She reached back and ran a hand over her bottom, conscious that her
thin cotton pyjama pants would offer little protection against a sound
spanking. She was just weighing up whether to change into something more
substantial when there was an angry knock at the door.
George angrily. “Can I come in?”
Bobby hated being called Roberta and she was sure
George just used her given name to wind her up. “Go away George,” she
shouted. “And you can tell that cow Stephanie to keep her distance
George was in no mood to ask twice and Bobby looked
shocked when her door burst open and he marched into her room. Without
pausing to close the door he strode up to the girl on the bed. Bobby took
one look at the angry determination in George’s eyes and tried to
scramble away but George just grabbed her by the arm, sat on the side of
the bed and hauled her over his knee. Bobby’s hand immediately flew back
to protect her bottom but George just grabbed her wrist and pulled it up
into the small of her back pinning her in place.
Stephanie was still in the hallway when she heard the
unmistakable sound of a very painful spanking clattering from Bobby’s
room. Bobby was yelling and George was lecturing her on her bad behaviour,
drilling home the lesson with a furious and relentless thrashing.
Stephanie ran up the stairs with the intention of calming things down a
bit and she arrived in the doorway of Bobby’s room to see Bobby red
faced and bawling while George landed a torrent of frighteningly hard
whacks on the thinly covered round cheeks of her blazing bottom.
When George saw Stephanie he paused and rested a hand
on Bobby’s upturned rump.
“Ah Stephanie, I’m glad you’ve arrived he said,
a little breathlessly. “Go and fetch your hairbrush. I intend to make
sure this young lady remembers this punishment for quite some time.”
“My hairbrush George?” said Stephanie sounding
shocked. She was going to say she thought Bobby had been punished enough
but she changed her mind when Bobby made an ill judged threat.
“I’ll get you for this Steph!” she spat between
Stephanie didn’t respond. She just marched out of
the room and fetched her hairbrush as instructed. By the time she returned
George had already dragged Bobby’s pyjama pants down to her knees
displaying the scarlet flesh of her thoroughly spanked bottom.
“You fucking bitch Stephanie,” yelled Bobby as
the hairbrush was handed over.
“That little remark is going to cost you dearly,”
said George as he tightened his grip. Then with a howl from Bobby he began
a long and scorching paddling to her already sore bottom.
When George was finally satisfied he swung Bobby off
his knee and on to the bed where she lay frantically rubbing her bottom,
sobbing and cursing. Stephanie looked down at her girlfriend’s
red and stinging cheeks and winced. She fetched a jar of cold cream and
gently moving Bobby’s hands aside, she caressed the inflamed flesh with
cool fingers. Bobby sniffed and rolled fully onto her tummy to allowed the soothing salve to be applied.
The next day, Bobby spent a few hours trying to
concentrate on her research in the university library, her sore bottom
making sitting an uncomfortable torment. Eventually she gave up and
decided that it was time for Stephanie to have a lesson of her own. She
came home to find her girlfriend soaking in the bath once again.
“Hi Steph,” she said, smiling innocently.”
“Oh Bobby, you’re home early. I hope there are no
hard feelings about yesterday. After all you did say you wanted to know
what it was like to be sent to your room and spanked. ”
“No of course not,” lied Bobby. “No hard
feelings. Thank you for satisfying my curiosity.” She dipped into the
water and lightly ran a handful of soap bubble down Stephanie’s back
causing a shiver. She grabbed a towel and with an enticing wink she
invited Stephanie to join her in the bedroom. Stephanie scrambled to her
feet excitedly and stepped, dripping out of the bath, first one leg and
then the other. But the instant her foot touched the floor Bobby grabbed
her, pulling her off balance. She sat on the side of the bath and tumbled Stephanie over her knee. Stephanie almost slipped headfirst back into the
water but she stopped herself by plunging her hands into the foam. Bobby
hooked her arm over Stephanie’s waist and held her in place with her
shining wet bottom uppermost.
“I’ve heard,” said Bobby, ignoring
Stephanie’s squeals of protest, “that a spanking when your bottom is
wet hurts far more than a dry spanking. Maybe you’d like to help me
satisfy my curiosity about that too. Shall we find out if it’s true?”
“No Bobby! No!” pleaded Stephanie.
“Oh I think we shall,” answered Bobby with a
A bath brush came easily to hand and Bobby raised it
quickly and slapped it down hard on Stephanie’s quivering bottom. The
long handle of the brush gave it added speed and the generous wooden head
formed a large oval paddle that smacked against the wet flesh with
fearsome force. The loud crack and Stephanie’s howl resonated around the
tiled bathroom and a fiery red patch instantly appeared. Stephanie kicked
her feet wildly. She wanted to reach back but she couldn’t move her
hands without plunging headfirst into the bathwater. A second smack raised
a matching red oval on Stephanie’s other cheek but her bawling and
pleading didn’t melt Bobby’s resolve to dish out a proper punishment.
Bobby settled into a rhythm of hard and stinging whacks and didn’t stop
spanking until she felt fully avenged and Stephanie’s entire bottom was
a deep and fiery red.
Later that evening, Bobby and Stephanie lay together
in bed talking. Bobby stroked Stephanie’s sore bottom, comforting her.
“I have to do some teaching next week,” said
Bobby. “They’re running some evening classes on psychology at the
University and I’ve been asked to do a session based on my research.
“You’re going to be teaching about the psychology
of punishment?” said Stephanie.
“That’s right,” said Bobby, “and I’ve been
looking for a way to spice up my session a bit.
All this spanking has given me a pretty good idea.”