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SSC: The Bad Dog 6b
(*****, M/f, Intense, spanking)
A girl is spanked by her neighbor. (Approximately 485 words. Originally published 2000-08.)
"I think Sambo's been especially bad this time," said Mr. Vidinsky. "Don't you agree?"
I nodded, still unable to speak.
He winked at me. I relaxed slightly. He led me into the kitchen and got me a glass of ice water.
Part of me wanted to run screaming from the house, while another part ached for him to hurry up and spank my bottom to a rosy hue. All this polite niceness and sly talk just drove me mad.
We went into his living room. I sipped my water and looked around nervously. I'd only spent time in his study. He had books everywhere. I wondered if he was a writer. I never saw him go to work.
When my water was gone, Mr. Vidinsky indicated the bathroom. "Take your time," he said with that double-meaning smile. "We've got all day."
My stomach did flip-flops as I stared at the mirror. I wanted to throw up. Instead, I did my business, slowly, and took a long time washing up. I was incredibly nervous. I didn't know why. Hadn't I been spanked before? Wasn't that what was going to happen again?
But somehow I knew that no two spankings were the same. This one was going to hurt, hurt badly, and all the delay just made it worse.
Mr. Vidinsky was waiting for me in his study. I entered timidly, then froze. He was holding a hairbrush. A woman's hairbrush. It was the old-fashioned wooden kind, polished with a smooth back. He was holding it upside down with the bristles the wrong way. Surely he didn't intend.... Crap, of course he did! I gulped and moved forward.
He had me take off all my clothes. I had to do it in front of him, watching him watching me, that hairbrush slowly tapping against his palm.
I was in an agony of anticipation when I finally went over his lap. My whole body was quivering and I was crying a bit, though there weren't any tears, just huge, shuddering sobs.
"There, there." The steady voice and reassuring caress calmed me. This was what I'd been imagining for days, aching for, wanting. And now I wasn't sure I wanted it. I mean, I did, but I didn't.
The brush came down and my butt exploded with raw pain. I'd never felt anything like it. It made that horrible spoon seem like a pinprick.
For the next twenty minutes my butt was roasted. I then spent a half hour in the corner, naked, hands on my head.
Then he called me in for lunch. Ham and Swiss on rye. With pickle. He didn't say a word about my nakedness or my red bottom, but I knew better than to get dressed.
Afterward, he spanked me with his hand, a long slow spanking, almost gentle. I fell asleep on his couch.