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SSC: The Bad Dog 4
(*****, M/f, Intense, spanking)
A girl is spanked by her neighbor. (Approximately 493 words. Originally published 2000-08.)
Two days after my bare bottom spanking, Mr. Vidinsky was there with Sambo. My heart nearly stopped when I saw him. I stammered and stuttered. It was too soon -- my bottom was still sore and even a bit pink!
The look on Mr. Vidinsky's face was grim, however, and I blushed and followed him like a lost puppy. While I didn't exactly have a tail to wag, I was painfully conscious of the way my behind wagged as I hurried after the man.
I was wearing the same skimpy shorts I'd been wearing the first time he spanked me. A brief part of me hoped that maybe that would be enough for him, but a secret, naughty part of me hoped he'd bare me again.
In his study, silence and books looming, he carefully drew down my shorts. I was about to move to get over his lap when I realized he wasn't finished. My panties followed my shorts!
I was suddenly as horribly embarrassed as I was excited. Last time he hadn't taken down my shorts until I was over his lap, but now I realized he could see my naked front! My hands flashed to cover me, but they were intercepted by his gentle hands. He drew my arms forward, guiding me across his lap. I was clay. I had no will of my own.
Then his hand was on my butt, caressing and squeezing. He'd never done that before, at least not like this. This was most loving and gentle, and wonderful passion shot through my entire body. I felt alive, like a bolt of electricity, crackling and snapping and ready to explode.
Then he began to spank me. Hard. Unlike his previous slow spankings, this time he spanked hard and fast. In seconds I was gasping for breath, fighting the tears. The pain was tremendous. It hurt so bad I thought I would die or pass out. I could hardly breathe.
On and on it went, harder and faster, spank after spank. My bottom swelled and I kicked and writhed. I couldn't help myself. It hurt too badly to just lie there.
Suddenly his palm was rubbing my bottom. It felt so good I burst into a fresh batch of tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Oh, please!" I begged, and I didn't even know what I was begging for. Did I want him to stop? Or did I want him to continue?
Whichever it was I wanted, I got more spanking. After a few moments of caressing, he began smacking my hindquarters again. I couldn't believe it. This was by far the longest and hardest he'd ever spanked me and yet, I realized with horror, it really wasn't so bad. In fact, it was wonderful. It certainly hurt, but it also awakened all sorts of desires in me. With each spank I felt I was being reborn, each tear a new person.