Women
Spanking Men
"Baby,
I've Just Begun" by Ms. Lizbeth
From the Femdom Stories collection,
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She'd arranged
a date with the handsome ski instructor... but before Gabriella
would set her foot out of the lodge with Greg, she was going to
do some checking up on him. A few well placed questions with the
right people, and she soon knew all she needed to know to make
for a very successful evening. She was quite pleased with
herself about her discoveries and left to meet Greg knowing that
they would likely end up having a very interesting evening.
Meeting in the
lobby, the young man quickly spirited Gabriella away in his
vintage yellow Porsche, driving briskly through the winding
mountain roads toward town. He was right about the restaurant
being quaint. Tucked away amid a small arcade of ritzy shops,
the French restaurant couldn’t have had more than a dozen
small tables. Most of the tables were full when they arrived,
but a pleasant host ushered them to a tiny spot in the back,
screened by several large plants.
“You were
right about this place,” Gabriella said impressed. She had the
distinct feeling she was being seduced and nothing delighted her
twisted sense of humor more. Catching this young man “in the
act” was going to be fun.
Nothing could
have been more romantic than dinner. The two feasted on a full
seven course French meal complete with wine and a rich dessert.
“Would you
like to go to my apartment?” he asked her, after they finished
their last cup of coffee. “We can walk from here, and I
probably need to let this wine get out of my system before I
take you back to the lodge.
“So
cautious, I appreciate that,” she replied. His apartment, huh?
She knew exactly what he had in mind, and he was hardly
disguising anything. Oh! Too bad, this couldn’t end the way
Greg’s script was written, Gabriella thought. Having him in
bed all night could be a fine diversion. But since that wasn’t
possible, she’d have an ending of her own that she could
triumph in—for herself and all the women who had been fooled
by this man’s ruthless charms.
In his
apartment, Greg served her more wine and was beginning to get
cozy with her. She lavished in the tingling warmth he sent
through her, but she couldn’t let herself get hoodwinked by
his well-practiced charms. Playing coy for several minutes, she
could see Greg getting anxious for her to respond to his
carefully timed advances.
“I thought
you were as interested as I am,” Greg finally said, when she
rebuffed one overt move.
“Well, I
was,” Gabriella answered, “but . . .” she made him wait.
“I don’t like to take another woman’s man.”
Greg pulled
away, astonished by her assertion.
“What makes
you think that there’s another woman?”
“It
certainly didn’t take much to find out that you’re
practically engaged to a woman here in town, and that you
regularly date the tourists. So, what is it now? Your girlfriend
on vacation?”
Greg was
shocked; for the first time since she’d known him he was
completely speechless.
“I don’t
know how many unsuspecting women you’ve screwed over, but I’m
not going to be one of them. In fact, I plan to teach you a
lesson that will hopefully stop your sorry, sordid ways.”
“What’s
that suppose to mean?” Greg asked. He’d never, ever met a
woman quite like Gabriella, and right now, she was scaring the
shit out of him.
“It means I’m
going to paddle your behind for being such a vain, arrogant and
deceitful brat.”
“You are
not!” Greg snapped back.
“You don’t
think so, then I suppose you won’t mind me telling your
girlfriend about your extra-curricular escapades.”
“You can’t
mean that!” he exclaimed. He thought he’d run into a regular
witch the way her dark seductive eyes glimmered.
“I can and I
will. I know who she is. I know she’s away, and I know she’ll
be back in about two days.”
Greg looked
scared. “You’d really tell her?”
“Absolutely,”
Gabriella replied.
“And so you’re
really going to spank me?”
“Yes. I’m
going to spank you twice,” Gabriella told him, “once for me,
and once for my friend Meg, who was your fling last week.”
“Twice?”
“Twice,”
Gabriella confirmed. “Go get me that wooden spoon that’s
hanging on the wall in your kitchen.”
“With that?”
he asked.
“It’ll do
just fine.”
Hesitating a
little, he finally moved toward the kitchen and removed the
heavy, wooden spoon from its hook. Bringing the implement back
to Gabriella, she took it from him, then stared intently at her
naughty subject.
“Now,
suppose you take down those jeans of yours and we’ll get the
first of these out of the way.”
Greg looked at
her petrified, but he apparently was just as petrified at the
prospect of his fiancée finding out about his unfaithfulness.
He turned around and gingerly dropped his pants. Wearing no
briefs, his bottom appeared quite naked for Gabriella’s
inspection.
“Over my
lap,” she ordered him.
Greg looked
over his shoulder at the severe looking brunette, embarrassed
like any just admonished young man. He was suddenly too modest
to turn around and show her everything, he scooted
quickly over her lap before she had a chance to see his rising
cock.
Ah, but what a
sight, the naughty boy had a perfect pair of round ass cheeks,
just as she suspected. Too bad, all she’d be able to do was
spank them. There was so much more she would like to do to this
fine rear end.
Taking the
wooden spoon in hand, she was delighted with its comfortable
feel. She couldn’t have asked for a better implement.
Not wasting
any time, Gabriella began with a dozen quick spanks alternating
each cheek to give Greg a brisk warm up.
“Damn that
hurts!” he howled.
“Oh, don’t
be a baby, I’ve just begun,” she declared.
“Don’t you
think this is a little silly?” he asked.
“Not in the
slightest,” she replied, and Gabriella settled into a steady
pace, applying stroke after stroke of the hard wood surface to
Greg’s jiggling ass end.
Before long it
was glowing a lustrous red, likely feeling as sore as it looked.
Apparently shamed into silence, Greg held back further protests,
merely moaning and groaning in reply to the repeated spanks.
“Your mother
should have done this to you when you were younger. I bet she
didn’t, did she?”
Greg did not
respond to the question.
“Did she?”
Gabriella demanded to know.
“No, ma’am,”
he managed to reply.
“I didn’t
think so. If she had, you might not be acting like such a cad
now.”
“C’mon,
this is starting to hurt.”
“And well it
should, you’d better get used to it because the sting is only
going to get worse.”
A hearty smack
smack smack ensued as though Gabriella were keeping time to some
inner beat. She couldn’t have been more methodical. Greg’s
bottom was awash with a red hue blazing like fire against his
skin.
“Please,
Gabe, no more!” he pleaded.
“I’m
Gabriella to you, thank you,” and she punctuated her remark
with some especially nasty swats. The more she gave him, the
harder the smacks became, and she could tell by his impassioned
pleas that he was nearly at his limit.
Gabriella was
glad that this punishment would not end here. She could hardly
let this one spanking suffice for all his crimes. Maybe she
could cure the scoundrel of his roguish ways.
“No! Please!”
“Are you
going to behave like a nasty brat?”
“No, ma’am.”
She laid on
another several smacks.
“Ouch!”
“Are you
going to behave yourself with your students?”
“Yes ma’am!”
“Are you
going to be faithful to your fiancée?”
“Yes!” he
howled as another hearty smack practically sent him through the
roof.
Gabriella was
done.
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