A Perfect Swat

(****, M/F, Severe, consensual paddling, implied caning)

A man paddles a woman. (Approximately 1,601 words. Originally published 2023-11.)

She stood facing away from me, letting me admire her backside. I'd considered her front to be gorgeous, with her sweet face and cute, delectable smile above a healthy curved figure of swelling chest, narrow waist, and broad hips.

But now I was seeing her tight jeans, the dark blue denim clinging to two of the most amazing cheeks I'd ever seen. She didn't have a fat ass -- but it certainly was flat and didn't belong to a pre-teen boy, either.

It was perfect, full and round, spreading pear-like from the waist and forming two full mounds that tucked under with a well-defined seam against the sleek legs. I just adore a butt that's plump enough to form a sulcus, a delicious fold where the round cheeks curl into the thighs. It's better nude, of course, but I had to admit that Dana wore her jeans splendidly.

"How long has it been?" I asked her.

"Too long," she sighed. "I hated it back then. Principal Newberg used any excuse to paddle my buns and I thought it terrifically unfair."

"I sense a 'but' coming...."

Dana laughed and nodded. "In the years after school, I haven't been able to stop thinking about those spankings. I guess maybe I got something from them even back then. I thought I was just being rebellious, but deep down, I think I wanted the paddling."

"I'll try to make this as realistic as possible."

I picked up the paddle. It was hers, but she'd never felt it. It was a standard school board, pale brown, about 20\" long, including a short handle. It was solid, with no holes along the blade, but I had no doubt it would be sufficient for the task of reddening her rump.

"Over here," I said in a deep voice, and I rapped the end of the paddle against the dining table that was doubling as my "principal's desk."

Dana moved from the wall and meekly bent across the table. In that pose, her bottom loomed large. She looked all ass, which was wonderful. Her hips swelled and her glutes bulged upward and outward. Since this was a "school" spanking, I let her keep the jeans on. This was, effectively, a warmup.

I tapped the board against the overhanging cheeks, just hard enough for me to feel the weight of the buns. Delicious. Dana squirmed in anticipation.

The first blow was hard. I don't like sending a message of mercy. I wanted her to know from the start that this was going to be an ordeal. What else was the point? Otherwise it'd just be playing.

The wood hit solidly against both mounds and smushed them nicely. It wasn't my hardest blow by any means, but it was a good stinger. I heard Dana gasp and saw her rise up on tiptoe, her hips writhing. She didn't complain, though, and one swat couldn't have hurt that much.

But I had plans to rectify that. Though I don't start out gently, I do ramp up, and my spanks would get much harder.

My second was a stinging blast that really crushed the full globes of the bent lady. She gave a little yelp of protest and wiggled her bum frantically. I saw her hands clawing at the table for grip, trying to hold herself down when every instinct was telling her to rise up.

The third came in quickly, before she was ready, and I extracted the first real cry from her. This wasn't an exclamation, but a howl of pain. Her butt was definitely burning now.

I smiled and waited for her to settle down. For fun I scolded her as though I was her principal.

"You can stop all that silly wiggling, Miss Dana, we've hardly started. You've got six licks coming and we're only halfway there. Or do I need to add extra swats?"

"No... no sir!" she gasped and tried to quiet her bucking hips.

The second she was still I blasted her with another terrific smack. She wasn't expecting it so soon and yelled loudly.

"Ow! Oh my God, I'm on fire!"

"That is the intention, Miss Dana. When you break school rules, your bottom pays the price. Now be still and take your medicine."

She was ready for the fifth and received it with a grunt. She squirmed, while I enjoyed the view. Her butt was so fine, the shape perfect, the cheeks molded by the denim.

After a pause long enough to make her nervous, I drew the paddle back as far behind me as I could and spun forward, untwisting my body as I slammed the wood into her ass as hard as I could.

On a bare butt it would have been devastating. Even through sturdy fabric it hurt. Dana shrieked despite anticipating the worst, and her body did a horizontal dance. Her legs came up so that she was flat for a second, all her weight on the table, and then she wagged her round tail like she was trying to shake off water.

It was fun to see, but I didn't want her to have the relief of wiggling. I ordered her to her feet and to the corner, with her hands on her head. "No rubbing and you'd better be a statue or I'll repeat those six swats!"

I gathered that the paddling had hurt, because she was as still as a cat stalking a mouse. A few times her butt clenched and relaxed, but mostly she was obediently immobile. She did not want a repeat of that paddling.

Twenty minutes later I presented her with a written report of her behavior, her punishment, and a form which her "father" needed to sign. I gave her the standard lecture on forgery. Then I said she could go home and I went into the living room.

I waited. Just a few minutes later she followed me. She looked rather sheepish as handed me the letter I'd just given her. I pretended to read it. My scowl deepened.

"What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?" I roared.

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"You will be. Get those pants off. You know the rules -- spanked at school means spanked at home!"

"Oh no, Daddy, please! I'm too old for that."

"You weren't too old to get spanked at school. For arguing, you just lost your panties, too. Get them off and go fetch the paddle."

Blushing just like a naughty teen, Dana obeyed. She turned away from me and fiddled with the front of her jeans. Then suddenly they were peeling away, leaving behind that amazing butt in barely-there navy panties. I watched the orbs rock and roll as she stepped out of the pants and put them aside. Her skin was dusky and seemed darker when her pale bottom was exposed. The parts of her hind end I could see were a deep rose.

With a nervous glance back at me, she shucked the underpants down and they joined the jeans. Now I could see her flesh clearly and it was glorious. All her curves were bare and succulent, the melons meaty and stained with scarlet.

She trotted off to the dining room to get the paddle. It was the same one her "principal" had used on her butt, but I pretended it was new. She sure looked gorgeous with her red bottom wobbling. On the way back, she held the paddle over her crotch which was humorously futile, as I'd soon see everything, but it was also sexy as hell.

As her "daddy"" I had her kneeling on the sofa. I lectured her about being naughty and getting spanked at school and then I pronounced the sentence: double what Principal Newberg had given her. She shuddered, for these were going to be on the bare butt and really hurt, but she didn't dare argue.

Then I went to work swinging that slab like I meant to hurt something. Deafening cracks of wood against bare flesh echoed around the house. Dana yelled and sobbed. Her body was alive with movement. She slithered and gyrated as though she was a belly dancer. All she was doing was trying to alleviate the sting coursing through her nether region, but damn it was as erotic as a burlesque show.

With a dozen spanks to work with I kept her in constant pain for a good six minutes, roasting her ass at an irregular pace to keep her apprehensive. I made all the whacks top drawer, at near max power, leaving her buns blazing and her weeping.

I saved the last swat for nearly two minutes before slamming it home. It was the perfect swat onto the perfect butt. Dana's bottom was waiting for it, the nates trembling as she waited in pure dread. The board flexed as it smashed the peachy cheeks, crushing them like a linebacker. The ruby spheres flatted into oval pancakes, the reddened flesh rippling with furious pain.

Dana leaped up in the air and ran, hopping over the couch like an Olympian, and dancing around the room with her hands glued to her fiery butt.

It was so fun to see the result of an absolutely perfect swat.

But even better was the look on her face when I told her that by getting up she'd just earned six of the best with my cane. Seeing that quivering cherry-colored ass was just too tempting a target. I was aching to put a few stripes into that delicious sulcus where I knew she'd be most tender....

The End