“You know you’re getting more than that.” He firms up his tone. “I should raise your skirt and give you ten on your panties just for suggesting a number that low.”
“Twenty?” I hesitate for a moment. “On my panties?”
“That’s a little more reasonable, but I think you deserve more. I’ll cut it off at thirty since I’m raising your skirt for this spanking.” He nods.
“Yes, sir.” I sigh and feel a lump rise in my throat. I don’t even know why. Maybe I really do feel a naughty girl in trouble.
Lawson folds my skirt above my waist, and I feel his hand on my panties. A second later, he lifts it up high enough for me to see it out of the corner of my eye.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
It feels harder without my skirt to protect me, but I still like it.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow…” I wince when the last one lands because it is starting to sting.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“You’re lucky that you’re not getting a whole lot more than this, young lady.” He pauses for a moment, then his hand comes down again.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Yes, sir!” I whimper and squirm on his knee.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Consider this a very stern warning.” His hand pauses, but not for long.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow! Yes, sir!” I nod in agreement.
The stinging sensation is still there after he stops. It really does feel like punishment. I wasn’t sure if he was actually going to spank me, but he’s giving me exactly what I asked for.
“Now…” He lets his hand rest on my panties. “Smoking.”
“It isn’t the first time I’ve been in trouble for this.” I let out a soft little sigh.
“You didn’t learn your lesson the first time?” he grunts.
I know I’m digging myself a deeper hole to crawl into, but I can’t help it.
“Not the first time.” I hesitate. “Or the second time—or the third time.”
“I see why we saved this one for last.” He nods. “That answers the first question I had.”
“What’s that?” I chew my bottom lip nervously.
“Whether or not your panties need to come down.” I feel his hand move, and he twists the waistband in his fingers.
“Yes, sir…” I take a deep breath.
Lawson slides my panties down my hips, and I feel my wetness as they are pulled away from my pussy. There’s no way he won’t notice.
I feel especially vulnerable once my panties are wrapped around my thighs. I never expected to be over the knee of the first guy who pulled them down, but I’m not complaining. Lawson is a wet dream and then some.
“Alright, naughty girl. You really didn’t learn your lesson the first three times?” Lawson’s hand rests on my ass.