Miras
Tribune
Brusque Punishment
Simon resolved to fight the troubles in his life. Sure, he was a college drop-out, but so was his good-with-numbers girlfriend Meagan, who also possessed some usual feminine qualities, namely in the leg area, ass area, and cute breasts area. Maegan was also more than willing to serve as an accountant in his starting catering company.
Today, he entered the office, still adjacent to their apartment, and locked it up, full of anger.
"I hope you had a nice day," Meagan said. She was sitting behind the table, looking exhausted. Her black hair was divided into two ponytails, but she sorted them anyway." I am halfway-"
"I didn't have a nice day," Simon assured her, his muscles pulsing under the sweat-drenched clothes. "I believe you remember Kravitz."
She smiled uncertainly. "Yes. Fine deal."
"But for what price..."
"Price? I checked out the money."
"I met him today. He recalled you showed him the Princeton phone. The one when you are showing off your butt in a green thong and slapping it."
"I was trying to ease him into-"
" He was mocking you, so he was mocking my company."
The silence was like a crushing boulder.
The sight of the hairbrush in her hand gave him an idea.
"Let me have it." He stretched his own hand and gripped the brown thing, wringing it out of her stiffened fingers. He made her stand up, his authority being pronounced increasingly in his stare, his posture, and the strength he was willing to apply.
"Strip," he ordered, and when she hesitated, he hit his other palm with the hairbrush threateningly.
The first burst of tears spilled out of Meagan's eyes as she removed her shirt. Simon felt wonderfully. The situation made her even more sexy, and he was proud of making her embarrassed, as if they weren't a couple at all.
"Wouldn't this be enough? she asked him after she stepped out of her miniskirt, standing in front of him just in her pink bra and panties.
He hit his palm again, and his uncompromising stare told everything. No, it wouldn't be enough. You are a spoiled brat and slut to boot. You will be naked during your whooping!
Meagan took off the underwear, crying incessantly. It only made Simon want to make her cry more.
The second she put her panties on the couch, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the chair she was previously sitting on. He sat comfortably and let her semi-comfortable position across his lap without any intention of giving her a chance of another protest.
Simon looked at the young hot ass that, in his opinion, needed a healthier color. It was not going to be fun for Meagan. He would ensure that, but he intended to make it fun for himself.
He made a few mock swings with his hand, armed with a hairbrush, then raised it and smacked Meagan's right cheek flat.
"Aaaah-aaaah- aaaaah!!" Meagan made a series of frantically loud, hysterical yelps that felt highly satisfactory to Simon, who admired how the mere thrashing could reduce a grown woman into a bawling baby. The first stroke, no less! There was no reason to go soft on her. He looked at the forming red spot on her buttock with delight and targeted the other cheek now, adding the employed force.
"AAAAhhhh! WAAAA!"
Meagan did the unthinkable and tried to leave his lap. Simon wouldn't let that happen. He pushed her down, locked her arm, and moved her a little so that her ponytails touched the floor. Simon gained better access to her bottom, now glowing with bright red spots, almost proudly, except it was a disgrace and torment for the woman. And he intended to deepen both of them.
Simon wasn't flagging in his rigorous use of the hairbrush, scorching the white skin into the blush of dawn and making the affected spots downright crimson.
"Please, I will be goooo....!!!!" Meagan pleaded once in a while, usually not being able even to finish the sentence. He knew she would check on her behavior in the future, but he had a different idea about when to trust her. Much later, Simon made some pauses. However, he used them as an opportunity to slap her bottom with his hand, further adding to her childlike position.
Simon was sorry when he had to acknowledge that his wrist and palm ached too much and he should end the punishment. Meagan was vulnerable and sexy like never before, and he was enjoying the dominance over the sobbing, writhing female.
He gave her one last hairbrush smack, which she rewarded with another yelp and kick of her beautiful legs. "OK, this is the end of the spanking, but don't dare to think this is over!" He leaned to her head and "helped" her to stand by pulling her ear. She was not allowed to touch her red bottom before he made her sit behind the table, nude and with a wet face.
"I believe you have some accounting to do," he told her and placed the hairbrush beside the papers.
He decided on one last gesture. Because he didn't need the massive belt encircling his pants, he unbuckled it and hung it up over the coat stand Simon moved so that his startled girlfriend would stare right at it.
He collected her clothes and left for his room.
Simon resolved to fight the troubles in his life. Sure, he was a college drop-out, but so was his good-with-numbers girlfriend Meagan, who also possessed some usual feminine qualities, namely in the leg area, ass area, and cute breasts area. Maegan was also more than willing to serve as an accountant in his starting catering company.
Today, he entered the office, still adjacent to their apartment, and locked it up, full of anger.
"I hope you had a nice day," Meagan said. She was sitting behind the table, looking exhausted. Her black hair was divided into two ponytails, but she sorted them anyway." I am halfway-"
"I didn't have a nice day," Simon assured her, his muscles pulsing under the sweat-drenched clothes. "I believe you remember Kravitz."
She smiled uncertainly. "Yes. Fine deal."
"But for what price..."
"Price? I checked out the money."
"I met him today. He recalled you showed him the Princeton phone. The one when you are showing off your butt in a green thong and slapping it."
"I was trying to ease him into-"
" He was mocking you, so he was mocking my company."
The silence was like a crushing boulder.
The sight of the hairbrush in her hand gave him an idea.
"Let me have it." He stretched his own hand and gripped the brown thing, wringing it out of her stiffened fingers. He made her stand up, his authority being pronounced increasingly in his stare, his posture, and the strength he was willing to apply.
"Strip," he ordered, and when she hesitated, he hit his other palm with the hairbrush threateningly.
The first burst of tears spilled out of Meagan's eyes as she removed her shirt. Simon felt wonderfully. The situation made her even more sexy, and he was proud of making her embarrassed, as if they weren't a couple at all.
"Wouldn't this be enough? she asked him after she stepped out of her miniskirt, standing in front of him just in her pink bra and panties.
He hit his palm again, and his uncompromising stare told everything. No, it wouldn't be enough. You are a spoiled brat and slut to boot. You will be naked during your whooping!
Meagan took off the underwear, crying incessantly. It only made Simon want to make her cry more.
The second she put her panties on the couch, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the chair she was previously sitting on. He sat comfortably and let her semi-comfortable position across his lap without any intention of giving her a chance of another protest.
Simon looked at the young hot ass that, in his opinion, needed a healthier color. It was not going to be fun for Meagan. He would ensure that, but he intended to make it fun for himself.
He made a few mock swings with his hand, armed with a hairbrush, then raised it and smacked Meagan's right cheek flat.
"Aaaah-aaaah- aaaaah!!" Meagan made a series of frantically loud, hysterical yelps that felt highly satisfactory to Simon, who admired how the mere thrashing could reduce a grown woman into a bawling baby. The first stroke, no less! There was no reason to go soft on her. He looked at the forming red spot on her buttock with delight and targeted the other cheek now, adding the employed force.
"AAAAhhhh! WAAAA!"
Meagan did the unthinkable and tried to leave his lap. Simon wouldn't let that happen. He pushed her down, locked her arm, and moved her a little so that her ponytails touched the floor. Simon gained better access to her bottom, now glowing with bright red spots, almost proudly, except it was a disgrace and torment for the woman. And he intended to deepen both of them.
Simon wasn't flagging in his rigorous use of the hairbrush, scorching the white skin into the blush of dawn and making the affected spots downright crimson.
"Please, I will be goooo....!!!!" Meagan pleaded once in a while, usually not being able even to finish the sentence. He knew she would check on her behavior in the future, but he had a different idea about when to trust her. Much later, Simon made some pauses. However, he used them as an opportunity to slap her bottom with his hand, further adding to her childlike position.
Simon was sorry when he had to acknowledge that his wrist and palm ached too much and he should end the punishment. Meagan was vulnerable and sexy like never before, and he was enjoying the dominance over the sobbing, writhing female.
He gave her one last hairbrush smack, which she rewarded with another yelp and kick of her beautiful legs. "OK, this is the end of the spanking, but don't dare to think this is over!" He leaned to her head and "helped" her to stand by pulling her ear. She was not allowed to touch her red bottom before he made her sit behind the table, nude and with a wet face.
"I believe you have some accounting to do," he told her and placed the hairbrush beside the papers.
He decided on one last gesture. Because he didn't need the massive belt encircling his pants, he unbuckled it and hung it up over the coat stand Simon moved so that his startled girlfriend would stare right at it.
He collected her clothes and left for his room.
