S is for Spanking. Lucy Salisbury

I strapped up she gave me one of her brief, contemptuous glances. I could remember her driving, and was feeling nervous before we’d even got through the village, but she put her foot down hard the moment we were on the open road, only to slow down a little.

      ‘Let’s take it easy. It’s not the end of the world if we don’t get there for lunch.’

      ‘The instructions said to arrive before ten o’clock. You’ve already been penalised for being late.’

      ‘What are they going to do, give me a spanking?’

      Her voice was full of derision, but just the mention of that awful word had my heart hammering in my chest and the blood rushing back to my face. She didn’t see, her eyes fixed to the road as we took a long corner.

      ‘No, they’re not, are they? They’re going to put a black mark against my name or make some comment about a negative attitude on my report. I don’t care. Do you?’

      ‘Not all that much, no, but I’d rather not cause any unnecessary fuss.’

      ‘That’s my Lucy, always the careful one, but always the naughty one too. Did you ever get caught for anything? No, I don’t think you did, but you got punished, didn’t you? Do you remember how I used to spank you?’

      I nodded, unable to deny the truth but not wanting to admit just how important those memories had been to me or how much influence she’d had.

      ‘Does Stacey do it? I bet she does, over her knee with your panties pulled down, just the way you like it, or is she really stern with you?’

      This time I couldn’t hold back.

      ‘She spanks me. She … she doesn’t really understand, but she enjoys doing it, now.’

      ‘You trained her to spank you? Wonderful! Only you, Lucy, only you. How about the cane? I used to love to cane you. Do you remember that time I did it in front of Emily and Claire? How you squealed, and then I made you wait a week before giving you the last five! Does Stacey cane you?’

      ‘She has once, but she’s not normally that harsh with me. She’s sweet.’

      ‘It doesn’t sound as if she knows how to handle you at all. What does she like then?’

      There was no mistaking the arousal in her voice, and she had me in a state of toe-curling embarrassment, but I couldn’t stop myself as I went on.

      ‘She’s very physical. She likes to play fight and hold me down. She’s strong too, stronger than you.’

      I hadn’t been able to resist the dig, but Juliette merely gave a doubtful snort and I found myself backing down immediately.

      ‘Or maybe not, and she’s not really very experienced. It was her first time, with me.’

      Juliette gave a low purr, another reaction I was all too familiar with. I didn’t respond, wondering what would happen if she made a move on Stacey. Experience told me that poor Stacey was likely to end up on her knees, or over Juliette’s, but there was also a possibility that I’d be the one on the receiving end, from both of them, a thought that made me shiver. I couldn’t imagine Juliette taking anything other than an aggressive, dominant role, although the thought of her wriggling and kicking over Stacey’s lap as she was spanked gave me a sudden stab of vindictive pleasure.

      We’d been following the river, with dense woods on the opposite side of the road. A Forestry Commission sign came into view and Juliette immediately slammed the brakes on, slowing the car just enough to let her take the corner safely. The trees closed in above us over a gravel track, forming a gloomy tunnel into the wood. I knew full well what was going on, and that I wouldn’t be able to resist her for a moment, but that didn’t stop me asking, or keep the note of panic out of my voice.

      ‘Where are we going, Juliette?’

      ‘Somewhere I can give you what you need, for old times’ sake.’

      ‘But I don’t want to be punished! Besides, you can’t mark me. What if Stacey saw? And Wendy, the other girl. We’re sure to have to shower together, and they’ll see!’

      I was whining, and it sounded pathetic even in my own ears, but I’d sealed my fate, effectively admitting that she could do as she pleased with me as long as she didn’t mark my skin. Not that she cared anyway, as she’d never had any time for the little mind games I played with myself in order to justify my surrender, except that she sometimes found them amusing.

      The track was long and straight, ending in a circle of gravel wide enough to turn a lorry and completely hedged in by tall pines. Juliette swung the car around, parking so that we could look back the way we’d come. A single tug on the lever that controlled my chair and I was suddenly on my back. Now there was no mistaking her intentions at all, her eyes glittering with cruelty and mischief as she looked down at me.

      ‘I have missed you so badly, Lucy. Roll over then, onto your front, and stick that sweet little bottom up in the air.’

      I obeyed, for all that I was pouting as I did it, turning onto my belly before lifting my hips, my head burning with chagrin and resentment even as I made my bottom available to her. She either didn’t realise or didn’t care, reaching out to stroke the taut blue material of the seat of my shorts and shaking her head as if in wonder at the shape and texture of my bottom.

      ‘You are lovely, so neat, so firm, but you always were so, so spankable.’

      She began to smack, just hard enough to make my cheeks shiver, all the while with her gaze feasting on my bottom as if she was going to eat me. I pushed my hips up a little higher, unable to stop myself enjoying her attention, at which her fingers slipped between my legs, to stroke the bulge where my shorts were pulled tight over my cunt. What with running, and playing with Stacey in the woods, and what Juliette had been saying to me, I knew I was already wet, and exactly how I’d look from behind, with my sex lips making a horseshoe-shaped damp patch in the crotch of my shorts. Juliette could hardly fail to notice, or to comment.

      ‘Soaking, as usual. You make me laugh, Lucy, always pretending you don’t want to play and all the while you’re dripping wet.’

      I didn’t even try to explain, because she’d never really understood my feelings and probably never would, unless she got it herself. That was never going to happen, not between me and her, because just to be with her made me want to grovel at her feet, never mind when she started to get dirty with me. Now that I had my bottom lifted and my cunt had been touched I was hers, and there was no resistance in me at all as she took hold of the waistband of my shorts.

      ‘Let’s pop these down then, shall we? I know you like me to have you bare.’

      She began to pull, slowly easing my shorts down over my bottom to expose me to her gaze: the swell of my cheeks and the split between, the flesh of my bottom and the tight pink dimple of my anus, the soft crease where my buttocks met my thighs and the pouted lips of my cunt. I had no knickers on, and I knew she’d comment, but that did nothing to dilute my embarrassment as she saw.

      ‘Still running around with no panties on, I see, Lucy. No bra either by the look of it. Don’t you ever wear any underwear?’

      As she spoke she pushed up my top, adding the exposure of my breasts to my woes. I was bare in front of Juliette Fisher, again, and I was no more capable of fighting the feelings she provoked in me than I had been all those years ago, perhaps weaker still, as when she began to stroke the skin of my back and bottom with her nails I couldn’t hold back a sigh. She continued to explore, and when she spoke again her voice was soft.

      ‘That’s better, isn’t it? I’ve missed you so much, Lucy, you darling little slut, but I see you’ve been getting your share. You’re bruised.’

      ‘Stacey spanked me with a hairbrush last night.’

      ‘What for?’

      ‘For being stuck up.’

      ‘I can understand that. You always were a bit of a madam, weren’t