She Lives at Home

Another erotic story from the FLOGMASTER!

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She Lives at Home

(***, M/F, Intense, semi-consensual spanking, strapping)

A man convinces a girl to let him spank her. (Approximately 948 words. Originally published 2020-05.)

She was gorgeous. Not too tall, slim at the waist but broad at the hip, with a pleasing voluptuous figure and a big smile. Her face was round and cute, her dark hair pulled back in a short tail.

"I'm Courtney," she said, her eyes twinkling.

"Mark," I said. "You live around here?"

"Yeah, at my parents. I'm still going to school."

My heart beat faster at this news. "What's your major?"

"Undecided. I was interested in journalism, but that's sort of a dead field now."

"Yeah, the Internet kills everything."

We toasted to that and chatted for a while. Courtney was fun, easy to talk to, and delightfully cute. I got us a private table in the corner and we talked for another 20 minutes. I could see she was into me. It was time to make my pitch.

"So, you said you still live at home?"

"Yeah, just while I'm in school. I mean, it doesn't make sense to pay for a dorm or rent when I've got a free room at home, right?"

"Right. But doesn't that interfere with your social life? I mean, are your parents cool or strict?"

Her face fell a little and there was a bit of blush going on. I was intrigued.

"They're strict," she said in a much too offhand manner, as though it didn't matter.

"I suppose Daddy still puts you over his knee and spanks your bare bottom like he did when you were 12," I said.

Courtney's eyes widened and I saw they were a lovely shade of brown. The pupils trembled a little as though tearing up. "Wha...what makes you say that?" she panted, as though she was being strangled.

"That's what parents do, right? 'As long as you're under my roof, you obey my rules or suffer the consequences.' Isn't that how it goes?"

"Oh, yeah, sure." She gulped at her beer too fast, almost choking.

"I suppose it's not too bad, though. I mean, you're used to it, right? Getting spanked. And it's not like you're a bad girl."

I stared at her beer as I said this and I could see her fluster. I was confident she couldn't be 21.

"I bet you don't get spanked more than... twice a month?"

Her deep blush told it was higher than that, which was fantastic news.

"Every week," she whispered so faint I wondered if I'd imagined it.

"Excuse me?"

Her blush deepened and she looked away. "Every week," she said louder. "Every Sunday night I get a reminder spanking."

"No shit? Even when you didn't do anything wrong?"

She nodded.

"It's been that way a long time, hasn't it. Since high school?"

"Yeah, Daddy started that when I was a teen."

"It's a real spanking or just a token one?"

"Oh, it's real. Not that bad, but bad enough. It's worse if I... got in trouble during the week."

"So you still get spanked for other things."

Courtney shrugged. "It's the price for living at home. It's not so bad. I like having parents that love me and watch out for me. I guess I'm the kind who needs discipline."

"I can see that," I said, nodding at her beer.

Somehow she blushed even more and looked guilty.

"What would your father say if he knew you were here?"

"He'd say that I'm only 20," she whispered, glancing around to make sure the bartender didn't hear. "It's what he'd do that would worry me."

"The belt?"

She nodded. "After wearing out his hand on my ass." Her eyes met mine. "And he's got big hands... like yours."

I held up a big paw. "These do make good weapons. Sounds like they could use some work right about now."

"What... do you mean?" There was fear in her voice, a lot of excitement, too, and it was silly of her to pretend she didn't know what I was talking about when it was evident right on her pretty face.

"My motel's a block away. I got a bungalow, separate from the others. The noise won't disturb anyone."

She gulped and didn't jump at the opportunity.

"Or we could call the barkeep over there and have him check your ID more thoroughly. Or call Daddy."

Courtney licked her lips. "I'd rather not," she said softly. I stared hard and she slid out of the booth. "Come on, take me to this bungalow."

Once we were there I had those denim shorts down faster than copperhead bite. Her ass was gorgeous, plump and round and soft like two fluffy baked potatoes. I pulled her across my lap and shucked those panties down and spanked her hard with my hand.

In a minute her quivering cheeks were pink and she was rocking against me. No way she couldn't feel my stiff cock poking her. I spanked her hard and long, and she didn't mind it at all, moaning and gasping like she was having an awful good come.

After about fifteen glorious minutes, when her ass was tomato-colored, I let her slide to her knees on the floor. She sat back on her toasted ass, feeling the cheap carpet fibers rub against her hot, blistered skin.

"Take care of this, honey," I said, unzipping and presenting. Her mouth opened in surprise and I jammed her head forward onto my cock. She started sucking and pumping immediately.

It didn't take long. I was ready to burst from the spanking. She wiped the cream off her chin and swallowed it like a good girl.

Then her eyes widened as she watched my belt slowly come sliding out of the loops of my jeans.

The End