Alice Tells Of Being Spanked

“Dad was the disciplinarian at home. Yes, he used to spank us, but it wasn’t a daily event, maybe once or twice a month my sister or I would cross some line…a line that seemed to move on the severity scale….and we’d be in for a spanking.” 

Alice curls up in the chair opposite me and I can just see her crotch shaping her panties. It’s hard not to stare. 

“It was always the same. He’d recount our ‘crime’, and then tell us to ‘assume the position’. This involved pulling our panties down to only our knees and lying over his lap. I never understood why it only had to be panties to our knees though. Oh, and he’d make us spread our legs to stretch our panties and keep them there.” Instantly, I knew why her dad wanted this. It meant he could see her and her sister’s cum stains in the crotch. (I think). And, come to that, in that position, her scent would be more freely released into the atmosphere than if her legs were closed. (Again, theory only.) 

“Then, the spanking would begin. Lightly at first, but quickly growing harder until it really stung. And….i could feel him getting hard. My tummy would be over his lap and there was no doubt it was his cock. Sometimes, I’d distract myself by thinking that the sounds I was making as he spanked me were the same sounds mum made when he put this thing into her. Sometimes I’d get excited and have to play with myself afterwards. I think I’d like spanking to be part of my sex life….if I ever have a sex life." (Duly noted!) 

“But it wasn’t just me, I think. I’m pretty sure dad would get over-excited too. In fact, on a couple of occasions, I’m fairly sure spanking me made him cum. Sometimes, I’d feel this rhythmic twitching going on and he’d sigh.” No prizes for guessing what was happening there Alice, sweetie. 

I giggled (I’m a terrible giggler at times.) and said, “Well, if you ever mess up seriously here, I’ll know to give you a good spanking.” She giggled in return and said, “Why wait until I mess up?” It’s strange that people surround things they’d really like with false humour. 

Alice paused in her narrative, then said, “My sister (older by 18 months) said things got more…intense with her. Dad’s hand would….is ‘linger’ the right word? He’d rest his hand on her bum and remember, our legs would be spread, so sometimes, his fingers would be actually between her legs….resting on her….lips.” Alice pauses again. “I began to feel jealous…I know it’s awful to say, but I wanted to feel his fingers there on me too.” She pauses again, obviously deep in memory. “The spankings never really hurt..well, they did, but it was a very controlled way…and because I’d divert myself, especially when I felt him grow hard, I’d….oh…well there’s no polite way to say this…I’d get horny. You know what it’s like at that age. All periods and masturbation. Anything turned me on back then…absolutely anything. I saw one of my sister’s panty-liners in the bin once and knowing it had been next to her pussy (grrr…..we’re really going to have to do something about that) made me so horny, you’ve no idea.” (Oh, I do, sweetie…I do.) 

“When we got to 14/15, the spankings stopped almost overnight. By now, dad was resting his fingers between my legs too sometimes, and…pressing a little. He’d always cum in his pants. Every time. By then I knew exactly what that sighing and twitching I could feel meant. My sister told me that he was shooting his load, but only then did I really get it. I suppose it was hideous really, but then it turned me on as much as it did him. I always rubbed myself off after a spanking…always. Never once did I not. I’d feel him cum and I could barely wait to get out of the room before I was fiddling away.” 

Miss Brain wanted to chime in so with a sense of foreboding doom I let her. “Your dad obviously liked looking into the crotch of your panties while he spanked you. I wonder if he ever did more? Maybe he’d sneak them from the laundry and smell them while he wanked off?” Alice’s eyes bugged wide. “Do you really think so?” I gave her a potted version of my ‘early humans living in small, familial units, and how the males would see any female who was in season as a potential mate. Alice thought it through and Miss Brain fired the final shot. “I mean…you made him cum by wriggling on his lap…and I bet you wriggled more than was necessary, and you wanked off afterwards. Yes, I bet he grabbed your panties from the laundry and smelled both of you while he whacked off.” 

Silence. Silence in conversations, especially sexually charged conversations is so important, and so full of….full of what…anticipation…promise? I saw her pupils had been dilating throughout the conversation and her breathing had deepened….and not just her breathing. The pitch of her voice had dropped too. Alice has a very sexy, husky voice when she’s aroused. 

“I don’t suppose anything like that happened with your dad.” Alice floated the question as if she wanted affirmation that she and her sister weren’t the only ones. (Ooooh fuck! Do I tell her?) I’d left it too long. “Something did happen didn't it? Tell me!” 

So I told her of the lockdowns, of the shedding of clothes, of mum and dad, and me and Alison having no inhibitions as to where or when we had sex…….all of which led, inexorably to the tennis court. If her eyes had bugged wide before they were twice as wide now. “Wait what? You mean you and your dad actually…..did it? Did he cum in you?” Up until that moment I don’t think I’d considered the enormity of that culminative act. “Yes. He did. I felt all that twitching…but from the inside.” Alice took a deep breath in.”Wow…you lucky bitch.” 

“You’d have liked you and your dad to….”

“Don’t all girls have fantasies about their dads at some time? I don’t know if I’d like to have gone all the way…I think I would…no, I definitely would….but it’s more of a…..of a….”

“More of a power thing?”

“Yeah…exactly.”

Throughout I’d been throwing quick and I hoped undetectable glances at Alice’s crotch and now, at the end of our conversation, there was a definite almost perfectly circular wet spot on her undies. The conversation had got to her as much as it had got to me. 

She rose from her chair and gathered up our cups. “Well..g’night’. And for the first time, she leaned over and kissed me goodnight. 

I masturbated then. Of course I did….and it lasted less than a minute as I visualised Alice stretched over my knee and me spanking her bare bum. I suspect Alice did something similar.