It wasn't fair!
I didn't deserve a spanking! (well, ok, I did...)
I didn't want a spanking. (well, yeah, I did, but you know sometimes you just have to see how far you can push it...)
And I don't know I guess I was just in one of those moods.
He stood there in the door way, hairbrush in hand, and told me to talk down my panties, I just couldn't stop myself...
"No!" I yelled. "I don't want to, I'm not going to, and you can't make me!"
Big mistake. Yes, he could make me.
"Oh yeah?" he said. In like two seconds he was across the room and leaning down over me, his face just inches from mine as he whispered in a low, threatening growl. "You wanna bet?"
I thought he would just pull them down himself and give it to me, which is kinda what I wanted, but he had something else in mind.
He grabbed me by arm and started pulling me down the hall into the kitchen, lecturing as we went.
"We have an agreement here, girl. If I tell you to take your panties down, you take them down. That's the deal."
"But-"
"But nothing!" He shoved me up against the kitchen counter. "So you don't want to take your panties down, huh?"
I swallowed hard. Before I could answer he reached down and yanked them off. My legs were shaking. But all he did was turn around and dig under the sink.
"Well then," he said. "We'll just have to make you want to take them down."
He stood up with a brand new scouring pad in his hand. He stuck it to the crotch of my panties with double sided tape. Then he opened the fridge and poured hot sauce all over the pad. He handed the panties back to me.
"Put 'em on," he growled.
Seeing the look on his face, I didn't dare argue. They felt wet and scratchy. I was not a happy girl.
And it only got worse from there.
He pushed me into the corner, put my hands on top of my head and said, "don't even think about moving."
With a hard tug, he pulled my panties up tight so that the pad, and it's hot sauce wedged tight in my ass crack and pussy lips.
"Now," he said. "You'll keep your panties on till you ask me to take them down."
It didn't take all that long...
At first it just itched a little, then sting, but after just a few minutes it really started to burn. I was hissing and
shifting from side to side, trying to relieve the searing heat, but it didn't help.
And uh... it was turning me on, too. I was starting to be ready to do just about anything. I kinda forgot why I was in the corner in the rush of the heat.
"ok, they can come off now," I said.
"What?" he said.
"My panties. I'm really ready to take them off now." Oh God, it burned!
"Try again."
"Huh?"
"That's not asking. I said to ask me."
"Can I take them down?"
"Please sir, may I pull my panties down." He said, dictating it like a teacher.
"Please sir, may I pull my panties down?" I repeated.
He smiled wickedly.
"No. You're not ready yet."
I whimpered. Really, I was NOT being a baby! That burn was nasty!
I tried to stay still but it just burned too bad, only the more I wriggled and writhed the more the stuff spread and the worseit got.
"Please," I pleaded. "Please may I take them down?"
"No," he said again.
The waiting was torture. My asshole, my pussy, my clit, they all felt like someone held a blowtorch to them. Even the insides of my thighs were sore. I'd been there forever. It just didn't feel like I was ever going to stop.
"Please..." I started murmuring out loud. "Please, please, please."
He ignored me.
Then I was crying. Just quiet tears rolling down my cheeks at first, but then sobbing loudly and shaking in between my pleas.
He came over and put his hand on my back.
"Ask me," he said. I just sobbed.
"Ask me again. "
"Please may I," I sobbed, and then started again, "Please, sir, may I pull my panties down?"
"You may."
He had to help me get them off.
I fell on him, crying with relief.
He put me in the bathtub and poured milk over my pussy and ass until the burning stopped. He washed my face and dried me off.
I sat rocking on his lap til the crying stopped. Then he took me to my room and helped me put on fresh panties and a t shirt.
I thanked him and kissed his cheek, then turned to leave the room.
"Not so fast," he said. I turned back. He was holding the hairbrush. "You still have a spanking coming."
NOT FAIR!!!
But after what I'd just been through I was not about to argue about it.
"Pull down your panties," said he.
"Yes, sir," I said, meekly. I pulled them down and put myself over his lap...
