Working Late (a strap-on and spanking short story)

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My heart was pounding. I expected my door to burst open, but instead Dad went into my parents’ bedroom – this was strange.

When it was finally over we stood in front of the double mirror and compared our identical butts. I was pleased and relieved that they were still identical, both burnished to a remarkably similar shade of toasty burgundy. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. It was cold. So cold, sitting here, naked, on this solitary plastic chair. A single bulb hung above her, the only frail source of light or warmth in this lonely place. I don't remember much about my younger spankings, but I could write a whole book about all the times we got whooped in junior high and high school. Did I mention that Mom never let us get away with anything? Well I don't usually pay a fifty percent deposit," she replied firmly, "I pay when the work is completed to my satisfaction. When can you start?" Yesterday, when Miss Roberts and I met with you and your parents, you remained adamant you'd expected therapy."

Mark smelled Kim’s perfume on her hand that was gagging him and he felt giddy. Kim turned him over to one side and she pumped his erect shaft. She removed her hand only to replace it with the strapon. The two families are still great friends, and we visit each other quite regularly. I have never mentioned anything about that day since to Val, although I’ve always wanted to ask if she was just messing about. I suspect I’ll never get a straight answer. As far as I know, nobody knew anything about that paddling except us two. I certainly didn’t mention it to anyone. It wasn't anything like a spanking from Mom. Mom's spanks were vigorous. She had a heavy hand. Shayla and I were close and I knew she didn't want to hurt me, so her petite hand was light. Even after several minutes I wasn't wiggling like I did from Mom. Kim collapsed and lay boneless on Mark’s legs. Recovering her wits, she stood and kissed Mark on the cheek before saying, “I’m not finished with you yet, big boy. Lemme rest up and we can go for round 2!” Open!” commanded Kim and Mark opened his mouth so Kim could stuff it with cloth until his cheeks bulged. A long cloth strip tied around his head kept Mark’s mouth securely gagged. Now Mark stood with his torso completely secured. As always, the ropes were tight and secure.

Why do you ask? Did you want to try? The paddle’s probably still on the table in the basement.” I said ‘yes please’ as enthusiastically as possible! Val laughed and said: “Come on, then!” But first," she continued, "I'd like you to help me with a bit of maths. It's not my best subject."One of our favorite things was comparing our bodies after just one of us had gotten spanked. We'd stand side by side in front of a double mirror and compare one red, sore bottom with one white, unblemished one. It was so fascinating, a living before and after picture. If I was the one spanked I loved it, feeling how hot and red by butt was, but if Shayla had the red bottom, I was fascinated and excited that my smooth cheeks were going to look like hers in twenty minutes or so. The strange thing was that even the paddling from Mom didn't bother me as much as it usually did. I suppose normally it came right after her vigorous spanking which had reduced me to a puddle of tears and fury, and the "big swats" (as I liked to call whatever the finale was) were just frosting on the cake that I truly resented. This time this was all Mom did and though it was terribly painful, I was able to bear it surprisingly well. I cried, of course, but through the first five or so I was almost enjoying it. Kim: “Oh, Mark, I just can’t make an exception. I need to worry about the apartment’s upkeep and I can’t do that without the funds from the rent.”