lola Gets Herself A Spanking

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lola was in trouble and she knew it. She wondered if Johnny would spank her right away or make her wait. ''Waiting is the worst!'' she thought, though in this case maybe it would be better to put it off... She didn't need to speculate, though, she'd know soon enough - she could hear a man's footsteps approaching the door. As she watched, the handle turned with what seemed like an unnatural slowness. An icy hand gripped her right in the middle of her bottom.

''Act natural,'' she told herself, which only caused her to give a nervous giggle just as her man walked in.

''What's wrong?'' Johnny asked immediately.

''Me? Nothing! Why do you ask?''

''Just that you have a strange look on your face.'' So much for ''natural,'' lola thought. Johnny continued. ''Okay, what have you done?''

''Um... nothing?''

''lola...''

''Yes, Johnny?''

''Come on, out with it. Now.'' He had never been all that patient in these situations and was already heading toward the kitchen. lola hurried to head him off.

''It's nothing, honest. It's just that... Well, I...'' Try as she might, she couldn't think of a way to make it sound any better.

''I didn't do the cleaning like you told me,'' she said with a rush. Johnny stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to look at her.

''lola lane! It's nothing, honest?'' he mocked in a voice of disbelief. ''It doesn't sound like nothing. It sounds a lot like wasting time.'' lola felt herself tighten at that word - it had unfortunate connotations - unfortunate for her and unfortunate for her bottom. ''We've talked about wasting time, haven't we?'' Johnny's speech went on. ''We have a way of dealing with wasting time, don't we, my girl?'' Every time he used the term ''wasting time'' he might as well be saying ''spanking,'' she thought. ''lola lane, you do know how we deal with wasting time, don't you?'' Instinctively lola's hands shot back to cover her bottom, in a way answering Johnny's question very clearly. Though that's not the answer her voice gave.

''Well, I know... but... I thought... maybe this time...

''You thought maybe this time what, my girl? That you wouldn't be spanked? That wasting time wouldn't get you a good bare-bottomed spanking?''

lola didn't want a spanking - Johnny's spankings hurt! While she was getting them they stung like mad - she was always convinced she just had to get away and never could - and they left her so sore! Not just sore, very sore - sore like when you sit down a long time later you can still feel it like you just got it, that kind of sore. And she certainly didn't want one of those - especially not on her bare bottom!

And that was exactly how her man was going to spank her - over his knee, her head down, skirt off, bottom up, panties down, bottom bare, her creamy skin inviting his stern reproval! Johnny had never once let her keep her panties up. Quickly lola's mind raced to remember what panties she'd put on, thankful that her purple checked ones wouldn't add any to her embarrassment - having her bottom bared was embarrassing enough as it was!

Part of her wanted to run and hide, but most of her simply followed Johnny into the kitchen - the kitchen, where she was always taken to be spanked. Much as she hated getting a spanking, especially one of Johnny's spankings, she really did dislike wasting time and really wished she could stop doing it. If having her man spank her would stop her from wasting time, maybe that was a good thing - if only it didn't have to be such a spanking!

Once in the kitchen, Johnny looked at her sternly as he sat on a kitchen chair, extending his legs as her soon-to-be ''resting'' place. My God, already? lola thought to herself, but Johnny, instead of immediately motioning her over his lap and into place, clasped a hand on each of her arms.

''Now little one, I want to be fair about this, you know that, I hope. You should also know that I'm disappointed to hear about your wasting time.'' lola's spirits sunk even lower, though for a new reason now. She didn't like to disappoint Johnny. ''Very,'' he added. Maybe she really did deserve a spanking. ''I want you to tell me how this happened,'' he concluded. She tried to bow her head but with a gentle touch he raised her chin and made her look him in the eye.

''I don't know...'' was all she could think of to tell him. It would take too long to explain and not do any good anyway - but he wasn't about to settle for that.

''This wasting time of yours, it must have had some reason. It didn't just happen, now did it? And I want you to tell me how or why it did.'' His face hardened even further. ''And you are going to tell me.''

''It's like this - I wanted to go get cigarettes and listen to music instead.''

''I see. lola?''

''Yes, Johnny?''

''Did I just hear anything that would keep me from giving you a spanking? Anything that would discourage me from giving you each and every swat of the spanking you've earned?''

''I don't know... maybe...'' she replied sullenly.

''lola lane.''

''No. I guess not...''

''No. Nothing I heard dissuades me in the least. You, my girl, have behaved yourself into a panties-down spanking and now you are going to get it.''

Fighting off thoughts of how soon Johnny would have her creamy bare and blushing, lola moved hesitantly to her man's side and was a little surprised when he didn't immediately pull her over his waiting lap. Glancing up at his stern face, her surprise turned to dismay and she felt her stomach tighten.

''Oh no,'' she said softly, hopelessly.

''Oh yes,'' came his reply. ''You know better.''

''No, really - please? I don't need that... do I?'' This last was no more than a whisper.

''You need to learn, and the belt helps you learn. Don't make me waste my time - spanking you by hand has never changed a thing.

''Go,'' Johnny demanded and commanded.

Reluctantly - very reluctantly - lola trudged off to get the belt. Retrieving it from the toy chest, she took just a tiny moment to feel both its unfeeling undefined and her own twinge of rebelliousness - ooo, to throw it, hide it, destroy it! Now that would be satisfying! Instead, the belt would have its satisfaction on her, heating, punishing, scalding her poor helpless bottom. And if she ever did manage to do away with it, lola had no doubt that Johnny would produce something even worse to deal with her current infraction and that additional one as well!

Shaking herself free of such imaginings, lola and her thoughts returned to the kitchen and her man's side, meekly proffering the demanded and dreaded belt, knowing full well that in mere moments it would be blistering her bottom, and thoroughly. Her poor little bottom! What did it ever do? It wasn't the one that had a problem with wasting time, she was. Why should it have to suffer? It just wasn't fair!

Oblivious to these objections, Johnny still sat like a deity on a kitchen chair, waiting to tumble her over his unforgiving thighs. As he reached to take the belt from her, she pulled it back slightly.

''You'll start slowly, won't you?'' She knew she wasn't supposed to ask and he always replied with ''Is that what you deserve, my girl?'' But this once Johnny just took the belt from her and nodded sympathetically.

Seeing his reaction lola realized that she must be in even more trouble than she imagined. Her whole body stiffened and shook and she couldn't keep herself from turning and trying to run away - but Johnny was too quick for her, he'd grabbed her wrist even as the belt left her hand. Before she knew it she was over his knee and the blood was rushing to her head.

Spank! He began immediately - spank spank spank spank spank!

''Ow! Oh! Wait!'' No matter how much time Johnny would take leading up to it, the first swat always startled her. Alternating stiffening and squirming, she quickly sunk into place as her man jostled her for a better and steadier grip.

Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!

''Ow! No! Too hard!'' lola protested, though really her skirt muffled the effect considerably - nearly all of this pain was caused by her own tension and apprehension. So far!

Spank spank spank spank! spank! spank!

''Ow ow ow!'' she continued, only to have Johnny chastise her further.

''Settle down, my girl - we haven't even started. I''m just getting you settled in. You can't even feel anything through your skirt.''

Spank spank spank! spank spank! spank spank!

''No, no! I feel it! I do! don't!'' lola insisted somewhat nonsensically - the chance that he would stop already was non-existent.

''Shall I stop already? I thought I was doing this for you - you do know what's next, don't you?''

Ah - here was the dilemma upon whose horns lola lay. To be spanked over her skirt, and therefore longer - or to shorten it a little and jump right to ''pants-down''? Or even panties-down? She made the same coward's choice she always had before.

Spank spank spank spank - spank spank spank! spank spank!

''No, no - that's okay,'' she decided immediately, and having done so found that this phase was much more tolerable. Maybe by the time he gets to my bare bottom I'll be ready, lola thought. Right. And maybe his arm will wear out first - or I'll just fly to the moon!

Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank!

''Owww. Owwwwww,'' lola moaned softly, concluding that some sort of reaction was still in her favor. ''Hey! Wait!'' For no sooner had she resigned herself to an over-the-skirt spanking than the skirt-spanking was over! ''Stop! Not yet!''

''Oh?'' Spank spank spank spank!!! ''Haven't had enough yet? I thought you were in a hurry!'' Spank spank spank spank!!! lola's man saw to it that these final swats before her skirt deserted her made all the more of an impression.

''OW! Geez!'' She twisted around in an attempt to see if he was still using his hand - it seemed harder than ever! All she managed to see was Johnny removing her first line of defense. He slid the denium fabric off her bottom, revealing her purple checked panties.

Spank spank spank spank!!! Haaaaah, lola thought.

''Haaaaaaah!'' lola said. She had thought of her skirt as sort of insubstantial it but had been giving her more protection than she realized - now with nothing between his hand and her thin panties his every spank stung and stung to high heaven! Spank spank! spank spank! spank spank spank! spank spank spank!

''Owwwwooooooo? Oww? Ow, ow?'' In her mind lola questioned if Johnny really needed to spank her quite this completely.

Picking up on this, her man didn't hesitate. ''If you didn't want this spanking, my girl, you shouldn't have been wasting time,'' he decreed, his logic unassailable. Like she hadn't thought of that! ''You know what wasting time gets you - maybe next time you'll have an easier time deciding what you really want!''

''Grrrr,'' lola grrrr'd - quietly.

Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank! spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

''Ow oh ow oh ow ow ow!''

From long experience Johnny knew just what he was doing. Half or more of his spanks landed where her panties had ridden up due to her unflattering position. Not only did they sting all the worse, they were those same low spots lola already knew she'd feel long afterward. How was she ever supposed to sit again?

Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank! On they went, like partners volleying on a tennis court - except that her soft bottom was no match for her man's hard hand, and in this match she was being soundly beaten! And the sounds of that beating were Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank Ow Spank!

''Oh oh please,'' she protested - a lot of these spanks should count as panties-down! Not that they would, and not that she thought otherwise for even a moment. Nonetheless lola felt that some sort of protest was called for. Spank spank spank - spank spank spank spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! spank! Ooooo, Johnny knew just how to make her feel those! And lola's poor little bottom did - each and every one!

Then quickly a lot more protest was very much called for!

''Oh no - really - no, please, no. Please?'' Her man had stopped spanking long enough to pluck at the waistband of her panties - and she did not want them down! She grabbed them herself and held on tightly. ''Not those - they don't make a difference anyway,'' she claimed, fibbing slightly - though she was always surprised what a difference they did make. One by one, Johnny peeled her fingers from her purple checked panties. And then they were gone.

Spank! spank! Her creamy cheeks, only slightly colored by his gradual chastisement, were now fully under his hand - and eyes. Hold still! she told herself, wanting to minimize any jiggling or inappropriate exposure - try to hold still!

Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!

Maybe kicking and squirming was a better approach after all!

Spank! spank! Spank Spank! SPANK SPANK!

Suddenly he was in a hurry, a man with a mission. Now that he had her bare bottom in sight and squarely in his sights, he wanted it sore and stinging - both, a lot, and right now!

Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!
Spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank spank!

Couldn't Johnny hear her at all? Nothing seemed to slow him down! Just as she thought her poor little bottom would burst into flames, her man's grip tightened! Her stomach followed suit as lola recognized the meaning of this gesture!

''Oh no! No! No! OW! OH!'' His spanks rained down so much harder without slowing down at all. Her kicking and struggles became furious, but the harder she fought, the harder he spanked!

Spank! Spank!

SPANK! SPANK!

Spank! Spank!

SPANK! SPANK!

''OW OH OH OH OW OH OH!'' she cried. When, oh when, would this be over? And then, with frightening abruptness, it was!

''Now, my girl, it's time we took care of this wasting time,'' Johnny pronounced.

Oh no! The belt - slap slap slap slap slap slap slap! By the time she realized what was about to happen her belt spanking was already well underway! Instantly the warmth of his hand was replaced by the sting of the belt's leather. Oooo, did that hurt! lola could never remember quite how much until she was feeling it - but as soon as she felt it she could remember - remember all too well!

slap slap slap slap slap slap slap!

''No, no - stop! Enough! I'll be good! I promise! Oh owwwwww...''

''lola lane! Your wasting time? This is most certainly NOT enough, except that it's enough out of you. Now hold still. You know you've earned this - and more. If you're good you'll get a lot less of the ''more.''''

slap slap slap slap slap slap slap!

Try as he might to be ''fair,'' when it came to wasting time her man was strict. That belt HURT!

slap slap slap slap slap slap slap!

''No, no, not more - please, not more. Ow oh ow oh ow...''

slap slap slap slap slap slap slap!

''No - no please! I'll be good! I've learned my lesson - I have!'' As well she may have - her usually creamy cheeks shone from the belt's harsh leather.

''Then hold still, little one, so I can finish.'' And finish he did. With a flurry of slap-slap-slap's he made sure she'd have no place to sit, not for a good long time. Then the hardest yet, right in the center - slap slap slap slap slap slap! Even as lola recognized these as his final spanks she could take no relief as the barrage drove her past all limits of ''taking it.''

''Whaaa - aaa - ow - oooo - ooo - ooo - ooo - NO!''

''Okay, lola. Okay, little one. Breathe. Now breathe...'' Johnny encouraged. As slowly as it had begun it just as suddenly ended. Slowly lola calmed down and her breathing did steady a bit.

''Now, young lady - no more wasting time - understood?'' Somehow lola nodded her acquiescence. And as she returned the belt to the toy chest, she never wanted to have anything to do with wasting time, the belt, or even her man sitting on a kitchen chair - ever, ever again!

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Matt Anglen - 2004