Better Than The Football*, or Penny's First Taste of Domestic
Discipline by Steve Kent, M/f Domestic Spanking
When the girls knock out the TV
dish, Martin finds that he has two mischievous brats to punish.
Copyright (c)
2007 by Steve Kent, all rights reserved, not for sale
(*English soccer)
“I guess Martin won’t be out clubbing tonight?” Penny enquired,
as she followed Gill through the garden gate.
“Don’t think so,” Gill replied, “not with Spurs playing Chelsea
live on telly – the most important London derby this month,
apparently.”
Gill walked over to the garden shed, and returned with a
football. “Here,” she said, turning to her friend. “My nephew
left this behind at the weekend. Catch!”
Gill threw the ball over to Penny, who caught it mid-flight.
“Right,” said Penny, “I’m Robbie Keane, you’re Ashley Cole.”
Penny executed a smooth drop kick, which sent the ball straight
past Gill, and crashing into the side of the shed.
“Now, I’ll show you how to kick a football,” exclaimed Gill.
She then dribbled the ball into the middle of the grass, drew
her foot back and whacked the ball full force. Unfortunately,
Gill’s aim was high. The football went careering towards the
back of the house, making a resounding clang as it ricocheted
off the satellite dish.
“Oh blimey, what have I gone and done?” said Gill.
“I think you’ve moved it – yeah, I’m sure it’s moved round,”
said Penny, standing on tip-toes as she looked up to examine the
dish.
Gill scurried into the house and searched for the TV remote. She
frantically jabbed at the buttons. The ominous blue screen with
the words: ‘FOR YOUR INFORMATION – No Satellite Signal Is Being
Received’ confirmed Gill’s worst fears.
By now, Penny had walked inside. “Oh no!” said Penny. “Looks
like we’re in big trouble, chum.”
“No, I’m the one in big trouble,” Gill replied, “you can guess
what Martin’s going to be like over this, and he’s going to be
home in an hour. I think you’d better leave, and I’ll call
tomorrow.”
“Don’t be silly,” said Penny. “I’ll stay. I mean it really, this
is both our faults and I’ll keep you company. It’s only fair,
surely.”
Gill looked a little anxious. “You’re really sure, Penny? Like I
just said, you know what Martin will be like about this.”
“No, I’m fine. I want to stay.”
“Ooookaaay, then.”
Gill took a deep breath as Martin’s car turned into the drive.
She seemed a little frightened, although Penny noticed a look on
Gill’s face that suggested fear tempered with eager
anticipation.
Martin’s cheerful greetings to the two girls ended abruptly as
soon as he saw the blue TV screen. Penny cringed as Gill’s
confession was met with a short burst of mild rage, followed by
swift demolition of her lame excuses. Penny started to feel
scared herself, but at the same time a tingling of excitement
came over her.
Martin eventually sat down on the sofa, resigned to an evening
with no football.
He looked up at Penny. “I think you can see I’m pretty angry
about this,” he said, in a fairly calm voice. “I need to – well
– speak to Gill about what she’s done, and maybe it’s best if
you leave now. She’ll phone you later.”
Penny summoned up the courage and replied. “I’d like to stay,
Martin,” she said, “the thing is we’re both guilty. We both
ruined your evening. I think it’s only right that I keep Gill
company, whatever you have to say to her.”
“I know you two are good friends, but I really must talk to Gill
alone,” Martin answered.
“We’re best friends, Martin, seriously, I don’t want to leave…
I… I’m not sure how to say this, but…” Penny stuttered.
Gill interrupted. “Look, Martin, I need to tell you something,”
she said. “Penny knows that we’re into the discipline scene.
She’s my best friend, I couldn’t keep it a secret.”
Martin stood up. “You mean you told her!” he exclaimed. “How
many times have we said that nobody gets told about things?
Gill, what am I going to do with you, girl?”
“It’s just us three that know,” Penny assured him. Feeling huge
relief that it was out, she added, “Gill shared it with me as
her best friend. I won’t let on to anyone. Thing is, I’m a
little bit curious – um – maybe a bit inclined the same way.”
Martin seated himself again, contemplating the best way to deal
with all this.
“Ok,” he said after a short pause, “I’m going to ask you
straight, Penny. You’ve guessed what I’m shortly going to do to
Gill. Do you think you need some of the same? In other words,
Penny, do you deserve to be spanked as well?”
Penny’s heart missed a beat. She had never felt anything quite
like the rush of adrenaline that swamped her.
“I think I deserve it, Martin. Yes, I do.”
Martin cast his eyes over the two mischievous brats standing in
front of him. His wife, a slim brunette, shuffled her feet as
she glanced down at the blue denim jeans which before long would
be taken down to her ankles. Penny, slightly taller, with long
blonde hair tied back, nervously adjusted a skirt that seemed
maybe a little short for her well-rounded bottom. One girl with
head bowed, resigned to her punishment; the other perhaps a bit
scared, but certainly eager.
Martin began the lecture. “Clearly, I cannot leave either of you
alone for five minutes,” he said. “Our garden is too small for
games of football. You both know that. And now, not only am I
going to miss a match that I was looking forward to watching,
but I’m also faced with an extortionate bill for getting the
dish re-aligned.”
As Penny looked on, a time honoured ritual was being acted out
between Gill and Martin. He playing the role of father, or
possibly uncle. She the naughty daughter, pouting her lips,
looking plaintive, fiddling with her jeans.
Martin continued. “So both of you are going to be punished,” he
said. “You shall both be spanked, and I mean spanked long and
hard.”
Penny felt goose pimples all over, upon hearing ‘both of you’.
“As for you, Gill, I accept that your immediate owning up was in
your favour, but the fact that you have revealed our little
lifestyle secret is going to earn you an extra hard smacking
your bare bottom.”
“Oh, please, not my bare bottom!” Gill playfully pleaded.
“No protesting honey, it’s what you deserve,” said Martin.
“Shoes off please, then come around and lie across my knee.
Penny, you stand out of the way.”
Gill removed her shoes, placing them neatly at the side of the
sofa. She then knelt down at Martin’s feet, and after gathering
up her hair around her shoulder she eased herself over his lap.
Penny watched as Martin lifted Gill’s legs and deftly pulled
them around onto the sofa cushions. He then clasped his wife
firmly by the waistband of her jeans, and delivered two firm
smacks on the seat of her bottom. Gill winced, and gripped the
arm of the sofa as Martin began to spank her with vigour. He
worked his hand across the seat of Gill’s jeans from left to
right and back again, putting down loud smacks as she squirmed
with some discomfort as each of the blows landed.
“Perhaps you will remember not to kick footballs around in our
garden in future,” said Martin, as he continued the spanking.
“Nooo… Oww! I’m sorry… Oww! I’m soooo sorry… Oooww!”
Gill wailed.
“Really sorry?” asked Martin.
“Yeess… Ouch! Yeeess... Ouwww! I’m reeeally sorry…
Ooouwww!”
Gill was spanked long and soundly. When Martin finally stopped
and told her to stand, she wasted no time in rubbing her hands
briskly over her sore posterior.
Penny was surprised at how well Gill had kept her composure. But
there was a lot more to come.
“Unbutton your jeans and take them down,” Martin instructed.
Gill obeyed without hesitation. Facing her husband, she pulled
her denims right down, allowing Penny the first glimpse of pale
blue knickers – which were skimpy enough to reveal a hint of
pink cheek where the smacks had left their mark.
“Back over my knee!” Martin ordered.
With her
jeans draped around her lower legs, Gill slowly got back into
position and wriggled her bottom into place. Martin stroked his
wife’s bottom cheeks for a few seconds before running his
fingers under her knicker elastic.
“Now then,” he said, “there’s the cost of fixing the dish, not
to mention the revelation of our little secret. So I’m afraid
these need to come down as well.”
Penny felt more goose pimples as she watched her friend’s
knickers being peeled back to show bare pink tinged buttocks.
Penny felt at the same time excited and a little frightened,
knowing that what she was about to witness would soon be all too
real.
Martin gripped Gill firmly at the waist and started spanking her
bare bottom. The smacks were loud and hard, leaving Gill gasping
in pain. Her cheeks wobbled like jelly as the blows came to
rest, slowly turning the pink skin a deeper shade of cerise.
Soon Gill was writhing around on Martin’s lap with tears
streaming down her face, causing Penny to wonder how her friend
could possibly be enjoying this. However, even at this stage,
Gill was able to manage some repartee.
“Come on honey… Owww! this has got to be… Ooouuch!
better than watching that bloody football… Oooowwww!!” Gill
stammered, just about audible over the continuous crack of
Martin’s hand on her rear.
“Well, if that’s how it is, you’re in for extra time,” Martin
replied, spanking harder and faster.
“Please… Ouuch! I’ll pay the… Ouuwww! repair bill – I
won’t… Oooowwww! do it again… Ouuuwwww!” Gill pleaded,
in-between sobs.
The punishment lasted for another couple of minutes before
Martin delivered the final few smacks really hard to Gill’s
crimson buttocks.
“You may get up now,” Martin instructed. “Go stand in the corner
and leave your bottom bared, sweetheart.”
As Gill clambered up, still sobbing profusely, Penny’s heart
started thumping.
“So, Penny, now I think it’s your turn,” said Martin.
Penny didn’t remember if Martin actually told her to get across
his knee. All she could recall was feeling faint and trembling
as she kicked off her shoes, and stumbled – almost fell – over
Martin’s lap, heartbeat pounding. She clumsily swung her legs
around onto the sofa, as Martin’s hand gripped tightly at her
waist, pressing her body down until the coarse cloth of his
trousers rubbed the strip of bare skin between her skirt and
tee-shirt. Then the spanking began.
The first few smacks stung Penny’s bottom cheeks through the
thin skirt she was wearing. The sensation was warm, but not that
painful. It felt good. She moaned in approval, prompting Martin
to place some of the smacks lower down, landing on the bare skin
below the hem of her skirt. The sting was more severe, a taste
of what was to come. Penny’s heartbeat started to settle down,
as nervousness was replaced by anticipation of how intense
things would become as the spanking got harder.
She did not have long to wait.
Martin stopped smacking and ran his hand over the seat of
Penny’s skirt. “We need this out of the way now, don’t you
think?” he suggested.
“Yes, yes, I’m fine, yes carry on…” Penny stuttered.
Martin carefully eased the hem of the skirt up over Penny’s
fleshy bottom, revealing white knickers. Whilst holding Penny
firmly in position, he now began spanking her bottom hard.
The blows came cracking down, and they were hurting. Penny
gripped the sofa cushion and whimpered as the pain increased.
This was no longer enjoyable, but the pain was starting to take
Penny beyond enjoyment into some place where a deep yearning was
being satisfied. The stinging blows were leaving her buttocks
red and burning. Penny wanted to cry, but couldn’t let go.
Instead she kicked her feet and slapped the sofa cushion with
her hands.
“Ahhh! Ouwww! Oooohhh! Agghhh!” Penny howled.
At some point, Penny’s knickers may have been pulled down, but
she couldn’t remember for sure. The smacks felt the same anyway.
At last she gave in and just cried and cried. Tears dripped down
onto the sofa cushion, as Penny kicked and screamed while Martin
continued to soundly spank her roasting bottom.
Penny caught a glimpse of Gill looking over from the corner.
Gill’s expression seemed to be saying ‘I told you’.
“Oooohhh! Oooowwww! I’m sorry… Agghhh! I’m sorry…
Ouwww! I’ll be good… Ouuuuch! I promise… Oooowww!”
And then, it was over. Martin gave Penny’s reddened bum cheeks
two final slaps, and released his grip. The punishment must have
lasted for five or six minutes, but Penny felt as if she had
endured an hour. She stretched out across the sofa, still over
Martin’s lap, and gave a deep sigh. Some huge emotional thing
which had been bugging Penny for ages had been dealt with. Her
bottom was as sore as hell, but she had needed this.
“You can get up now, Penny,” said Martin.
Penny struggled to her feet, and managed to direct an accusing
glance at her spanker, as she massaged her burning bum cheeks.
She tried to adjust her skirt.
“Leave that skirt where it is, please, and go and join your
friend in the corner,” said Martin. “I want to see two red
bottoms facing me.”
Penny obediently walked over and stood next to Gill.
“I think twenty minutes’ corner time should do,” Martin
suggested. “Meanwhile, I’ll phone for a pizza. There should be
some cold beers – unless you two managed to break the fridge as
well while I was out.”
Martin left for the kitchen.
Gill turned to her bare-bottomed friend. “Well, then. How did
that feel?” she asked.
“That was one hell of a buzz,” Penny replied.
“Up for it again some time?”
“You bet!”
The End.
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