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  Sophie Gets Punished

  Copyright 2017 A.J. White

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  ONE

  “Tell me Sophie,” Dad said sternly as I stood in front of his big desk. Dad is actually my step dad but I think of him as my dad...well kind of. “Since when is being out all night and not answering my calls OK? You may be eighteen but you’re still living in my house.”

  Part of me I felt really bad. This time I hadn’t meant to make him worry. I’d just been having fun and my phone had died. I knew he’d be worried and angry… knew that I’d be here today about to receive my punishment. Thinking of what was to come sent tingles all over and made my pussy clench. I knew that was wrong of me but I couldn’t wait for his big hands to be on me.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, toying with the hem of my nightgown, not looking at him. “I was a bad girl.”

  “That’s right.” He stood from behind the desk. He was dark haired, tall and muscular. All my friends agree he was the cutest. Some of them had crushes on him just like me. Except what I felt went way beyond a crush.

  “I’m sorry,” I said again, as he came up to stand behind me.

  “What happens to bad girls?” he asked, putting his hands on my hips. Even with the thin fabric of the night gown between us the heat of his skin made my arousal ten times worse. I really needed to stop getting into trouble, if he ever realized just how much I liked being punished, how turned on by him I was… I had no idea what would happen. It could mess everything up. Maybe he’d send me to mom. But part of me was sure he liked it too. In fact I think he’d stopped putting me over his knee so I wouldn’t feel his cock getting hard while he was spanking me.

  “They get punished,” I said, my throat feeling dry from nervousness and hornyness. “They get a spanking.”

  “Corcept,” he said in his stern voice. Oh that voice. It made me so wet. I was a bad-bad girl.

  Dad hands still on my hips, pushed me forward until I was up again his desk. Then he touched my shoulder, making me bend forward. I knew what to do and reached out to grab the other end of the table, making my night gown pull further up, revealing my backside to him.

  My body was pretty average except for my ass. It was round and wouldn’t get smaller no matter how much I worked out. I didn’t like it but I knew most boys loved it. Sometimes I imagined Dad did too. That maybe that was why he still punished me like he did, because he loved to look and touch my ass. Still, I wished I could have had my mom’s perfectly tiny bottom. My stupid-stupid mom. She’d left three years ago when I was fifteen. She and Dad had only been married four years but I’d asked to stay with him when she took off. Even back then I’d liked Dad too much and couldn’t understand why she’d ever want to leave him.

  “Spread them,” he said.

  I did as I was told, spreading my legs for him. I’d made sure to put on black panties to hide the wetness oozing from my pussy. I still worried he’d be able to smell me, smell my slick arousal.

  He grabbed my panties, as always, jerking them up, giving me a wedgie and exposing my ass cheeks to him. I managed not to groand in pleasure or move my hips as the panties dug in and rubbed against my clit.

  “This isn’t the first time this summer you’ve broken curfew,” Dad said, as he walked around to the other side of the desk, his side. This was new. Usually he’d just start the spanking. Sometimes he’d rub my ass a little before. I loved it when he did that. “And it’s only been three weeks since graduation.”

  “I’m sorry,” I said, looking up at him. “Sir.”

  I’d never called him sir before. I had no idea why I’d done it. Only that was something that the girls in stories I read online sometimes did. I felt myself blush. Dad frowned for a moment then smiled a little.

  “You should be.” He bent down and opened a drawer and came out with a wooden ruler. “Since just my hand doesn't seem to do the trick we’re going to try something else today.”

  I felt my eyes widen and I swallowed. A ruler. He was going to spank me with a ruler. A small bit of fear rushed through me. That might hurt too much. But my sex got even wetter at the thought of this. I had no control of myself and my reaction to him. I really was a bad girl.

  Dad came to stand right in front of me. My face was level with his crotch. I realized his pants were tenting out slightly. He was at least semi-aroused. Was it possible he was as turned on as me? But it couldn’t be. It was wrong and Dad never did anything wrong. He liked rules. But was it really breaking the rules? He was only my step-dad. Maybe...A sense of excitement welled inside of me, and a fantasy of Dad spanking me good and then ripping my panties off and taking my virginity right there on the table, came to me.

  “Don’t you think that sounds good Sophie?” Dad smacked the ruler against his hand. “Bad girls that stay bad need more serious punishments.”

  “Yes,” I said, almost panting.

  “Yes what?” he said sternly, moving around me so he was behind me again.

  It took me a moment to understand.“Yes Sir.”

  I felt him stroke my ass with the ruler. “Ten with the ruler and ten with my hand? Does that sound fair?”

  “Yes sir,” I said.

  I heard the whoosh of the ruler and tensed up even though I knew that would hurt more. Smack. The ruler hit a much smaller area than Dad’s hand usually did and I felt my bottom jiggle as the blow hit. I winced but at the same time the shock of the sudden and new pain, went straight to my pussy.

  “One.” I always counted the blows out for him.

  Swoosh.

  I managed not to clench this time. “Two.”

  He was careful to hit a new spot each time. “Three. Four.” His hits were precise, hard and painful enough I was sure to have trouble sitting down in the morning. “Five. Six. Seve.” I tried not to move, to not rub against the desk or rise up to meet the blow, but I think I might have once or twice. “Eight. Nine.”

  He paused and he stroked with his large hand over my warm and surely very red bottom. Oooh how I wanted him to keep touching me. I dreamt about it all the time. I wanted him so bad. He was so strong and kind and firm. He was a wonderful guy and he could do this to me. I’d never felt like this with anyone but him. This wet, this hungry for it, desperate to be penetrated. Heck if he kept this up I might climax just from the spanking.

  I heard the swoosh and smack.

  “Ouuw,” I cried.

  The ruler had hit the back of my thighs right below my bum. “What was that?” he said.

  “Ten,” I said after catching my breath. “Sir.“

  He put the ruler next to me on the desk. “Now, how do feel? Have you learned your lesson?”

  “No sir,” I said, even though my ass was stinging. But I wanted his hand spanking too. Oh his hands. I loved them on me, no matter what he was doing.

  He chuckled and began to rub my ass with his right hand. “Your ass really was made to be spanked.” He gave me a playful spank I knew didn’t count as one of the ten. “Wasn’t it?”

  “Yes sir,” I said. My panties were so soaked I was sure I was going to leave a big wet sticky splotch on his desk.

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p; Suddenly he grabbed the side of my panties with both hands, lifting me a little and pulling them down to my a little below my bottom. Since my legs were spread they wouldn’t go much further. I felt a wave of embarrassment at the wetness he was sure to discover but at the same time...things had already gone much further than ever before. That had to meant something.

  “These are completely soaked,” he said and I felt him touching my panties. “Did you cum when I spanked you Sophie?”

  “No,” I whispered, shocked at him asking that but unable to not answer.

  His hands were back on my ass and I felt wet stickiness. He was rubbing my pussy juice all over my hot ass cheeks. It felt so good. I arched to his touch like a cat in heat. His hand went between my legs and rubbed the wetness there. He slid a finger into me. I almost came. But as if he knew he stopped.

  “You really are a bad girl Sophie,” he said, sounding very pleased. “My bad girl. Now, are you ready for the rest of your spanking?”

  “Yes sir.”

  Almost immediately his big hand came down on my bottom. Slap. “One sir,” I said.

  He gave me another. “Two, sir.” And another. “Three sir.”

  The blows were hard and never landed exactly in the same place. “Six sir.”

  “Sophie, Sophie,” he sad softly, his hand reaching between my spread legs. “Such a bad little girl for being so very wet.”

  “I’m sorry sir,” I whispered, feeling my cheeks turn pink. I tried to move my legs together to hide my leaking pussy but he made a ‘tisk, tisk’ sound when I tried.

  “I didn’t say you could move. Stay still.”

  He went back to stroking my ass, rubbing my slickness on my red bottom. Then without any warning he gave me another spank. “Seven.” That one really hurt. Smack. “Eight-”

  “What happened to the sir,” he said. “I liked the sir.”

  “Eight sir,” I said.

  “Good,” he said and gave me the last one.

  “Nine sir.”

  “Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” He began rubbing my butt again. “Made you even wetter I’m guessing.”

  “Yes sir,” I answered even though it was totally embarrassing. How did he make me feel this way by causing me pain and making me feel kind of humiliated.

  “Spread your legs a little wider,” he whispered, leaning over me. I did. “You want to know where the last spank goes.” He cupped my now even more exposed pussy. “Right here.”

  “Please,” I moaned. Not sure if it was a ‘please don’t stop’ or ‘ please don’t spank my pussy’. I couldn’t imagine most sensitive flesh being spanked. But I kept my legs spread as he pulled his hand back.

  Slap.

  It wasn’t nearly as hard the spanks on my ass but it shot pain and surprise through me. I yowled in pain and embarrassment as that pain went straight to my womb and made me even wetter and hornier.

  “Spread your legs again sweetheart,” he said. I hadn’t realized I’d closed them and did as he asked. “Good.” He stroked my pussy gently, rubbing the wetness around. He put one finger inside me and then another. That was all that fit really. His thumb played with my clit. I felt his hard cock, through his pants, against my left thigh.

  “You took your spanking like a good girl,” he said. “Good girls get a reward. Do you want a reward Sophie?”

  “Yes,” I said in little whine, moving against his hand. I desperately wanted to cum. Just a little more.

  He pulled his hand away. I heard his zipper open. Oh.

  “Since you were so good, I’m going to give you the big gift. Would you like that?” One hand grabbed my hip as he got himself in position to enter me.

  Did I want him to fuck me? Oh god yes I wanted it! So bad. “Yes.”

  “Good. Are you still a virgin Sophie?” he asked roughly, his breath tickling my neck while his cock probed my slick entrance. “Don’t lie to me. I’ll know in a second.”

  “Yes,” I said. I was. I’d dated some boys but never let them do anything more than touch my breasts.

  “Are you sure? If you’re lying I’m going to have to punish you some more.” He squeezed my bruised ass. “Maybe with something else. A spoon maybe. Or a paddle.”

  I moaned and moved back against him, wanting his cock in me so bad. Wanting him to fill me up. “Not lying. Please, please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please sir,” I moaned.

  In one thrust he buried himself deep in me. I felt a stabbing shocking pain as he broke my hymen but the pain only served to set my clit even more on fire. He pulled out and slammed into me again. So deep, so full.

  “You like that baby? Like it hard and deep?”

  “Yes!”

  He thrust deep one more time and I couldn’t help it. I came. He kept fucking me, prolonging my orgasm. I felt a second orgasm begin building and as his cock tightened up in me I felt my pussy began to pulse again.

  “I’m going to cum all over your red ass baby,” he said and pulled out. Him pulling out should have prevented my orgasm from taking over, but he quickly got one hand in to rub my clit and as I felt his seemen hit my spanked ass, sticky and hot, I climaxed again,.

  “Now that’s just beautiful,” he said and I felt him rub his seed all over my bottom. He rubbed it between my ass crack and I tensed. I’d never tried putting anything up there. It scared me. He rubbed and then pushed a finger, his thumb, into my darkest hole. I clenched around the digit, wanting it out.

  “Don’t worry. I’m not going there.” He pulled his thumb out. “Not today anyway.”

  That made a mix of relief, fear and curiosity flow through me.

  “Can I get up sir?” I asked. I probably should stop calling him sir.

  “Yes.” He walked around to his side of the desk so I could glance up at him. I only did for a second before I felt myself blush. “Go and clean up. Then come back down here so we can have a talk about what comes next.”

  “Next?” I asked, standing, looking at my feet and still blushing.

  “You’re submissive and you like a little pain,” he said. “I figured that out awhile ago. I wasn’t sure how you felt about me. But for a while it’s been pretty obvious. Today was a test. You could have said ‘no’ or ‘screw you’, but at every step of the way you did exactly what I told you. You took it and asked for more. Like a good girl. Now you’re going to be my good girl.”

 

 

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