Naughty Girl

Naughty Girl

Disclaimer: These characters are mine, don’t steal them.

Dedicated to Kitty-Kat, my one and only

Summary: I’ve been a very bad girl and have to be punished. Yeah, kids, there is spanking in this story, cause it’s my specialty.

I’m over an hour late and I know she’s going to be mad. Well, maybe she’s more upset than mad. But I don’t know, all I know is that I’m in big trouble. My stomach is all in knots as I open the door to the dorm room. There she is sitting patiently on the bed, listening to music, pretty sure it’s Motley Crue. She sees me and turns of the music.

“You’re over an hour late,” she says, tapping her watch.

“I know, I lost track of time. I’m sorry,” I whisper.

She has a gentle smile on her face; she’s never cruel, but she knows how to put me in my place.

“I’m sure you’re sorry, but I’m still gonna have to punish you, sweetie,” she says, getting off my bed.

I nod my head slowly. I have to be punished; I need more than anyone can understand. I may not always like it, but then that’s not always true. I get a thrill from being bent across her lap, trembling in anticipation. She gives me a good spanking, making me nice and red, but she never hurts me, if you know what I mean.

“Hand me the brush,” she says, her hazel eyes bright.

I want to kiss her, pull her tight against me. But I have to be disciplined first. I fetch my hairbrush and hand it to her. It’s wide and flat, perfect for spanking my naughty bottom. She sits on my chair.

“Come here,” she says, spreading her legs a little.

I stand between her legs and shiver as she unzips my skirt. Usually she’ll just lift it up when I’m over her lap, but I’ve been extra naughty. The skirt falls down my legs, leaving me in my black panties. She hooks her fingers around there waistband and pulls those down as well. She loves to spank me on the bare.

She pulls me over her lap and my body tenses. She brings her hand down in a gentle, yet stinging spank. She likes to warm me up first, turning my backside a luscious pink color before applying the brush. My backside is tingly and it stings just a bit. She now has the brush in her hand.
Firmly she applies the brush to my pink backside. I let out a soft gasp, I’ve been spanked many times with that brush, but the pain still surprises me. I start to squirm in her lap after about ten spanks with the brush. She likes it when I squirm.

“Sweetie, settle down. You still have quite a few to go,” she says, holding me in place.

I let out a whimper. It stings, God does it stings, but it feels so good. I’m glad I have her to care about me, to punish me when I need it. She continues to spank me with the brush and my bottom is very sore. She delivers about fifteen more spanks, making my backside all nice and red. She sits the brush down and gently runs her hand along my well-punished backside. I’m squirming all over her lap now.

“Now, my dear, go stand in the corner,” she says, running her fingers through my hair.

I get off her lap and go stand in the corner.

“You have to stand there for fifteen minutes,” she says.

I press my head against the wall, and push back my tears. I love the humiliation. And she is so good at delivering it. Still she is never cruel. When I have to stand in the corner, she stands close to me, the brush still in hand. She’s prepared just in case I decided to be naughty again.

Fifteen minutes seem like an eternity to me, but they have passed now.

“You can turn around now,” she says kindly.

I turn around. She stands up and draws me into her arms. She’s younger than me, but is taller than me. She always hugs me after my spanking, just to let me know that she loves me. She only does this out of love.

“You know, Britt, you could be a good girl if you want. But I much prefer it when you’re naughty,” she whispers into my ear.