Bad Girl in Atlantic City, A Spanking Adventure – an excerpt

I’ve finished my latest story! It’s about Selena, who suffers painful consequences when she leaves a hotel without her counselor’s permission, and then lies about where she went. Not only is the 19-year-old girl spanked for her misbehavior – she learns about “figging” firsthand when Ms. Wild inserts ginger root into Selena’s bunghole prior to delivering a hot spanking to the girl’s bare butt. Don’t miss this erotic F/f tale of spanking, domination when Natasha Wild teaches a bad girl to behave when she’s in Atlantic City. This tale is graphic in nature and is meant for adults only. All characters depicted are 19 or older. Enjoy the following excerpt!

Bad Girl in Atlantic City: A Spanking Adventure

Bad Girl in Atlantic City: A Spanking Adventure

“It really doesn’t matter, Selena,” Natasha said. “But I know that you and Amy – the girl from Our Lady of Sorrows – were on the Boardwalk today, instead of in your sessions.” Natasha smiled thinly at the girl. “Father Beamish caught Amy as she came back into the hotel, and she told us the whole story.” By now, Selena was trembling – part with anger at Amy, and part with fear for herself – as she stood in front of Natasha. Her eyes were still caught by the dexterity of the older woman’s hands as they worked the root into shape. More and more, the ginger root was beginning to resemble a plug – about four inches long, with a deep ring carved at the thickest end. “I wanted to know if you would lie to me, Selena.” Natasha inspected the root closely. “That’s why I led you on about Jim Hall. I wanted to give you the chance to tell the truth.”

“I’m-I’m s-s-sorry, Ms. Wild.” Selena’s entire body trembled, and she kept her gaze firmly on her feet. “I-I-I sh-sh-should have told you the truth.”

“Yes, Selena, you should have.” Natasha paused for a moment and considered the frightened girl. “But you didn’t. And now, it’s either expulsion or spanking. Possibly both, should your parents ever find out about this.”

“My parents?”

“How do you think they would feel about their 19-year-old daughter wandering around the streets of Atlantic City without an escort?”

Selena looked up; there was terror in her eyes. “Please, Ms. Wild! I didn’t hurt anyone! I just missed a few dumb workshops!”

“Dumb?” Natasha’s voice rose a note. “Are you saying the Young Women’s Leadership Conference is dumb?”

“No! I mean-” Selena floundered. She didn’t know what to say – had no idea what Natasha wanted to hear. “Please, Ms. Wild. I didn’t mean-”

Natasha waved a hand and cut the girl off in mid-sentence. She held up the root, now carved into the shape of a small dildo. “Fetch a glass of water from the bathroom,” she said. “Cold water.”

Selena’s eyes opened wide. “How could Ms. Wild be thirsty at a time like this?” she wondered. But Selena hurried to obey. She filled the glass.

Natasha motioned the girl back into the room. “Bring it here,” she said.

Selena approached Ms. Wild slowly, eyes downcast holding the glass of water in front of her as though it was a snake. She extended her hand and bent forward slightly.

“Thank you.” Natasha said primly. She took the glass and set on the table next to the chair. “Now I want you to remove your clothes.”

“Wha-what?” Selena clutched herself around the middle.

“No arguments. No questions,” Natasha said. “You can agree to take this spanking, and whatever other punishment I decide you deserve, or you can tell your parents why you’ve been expelled.” Natasha leaned back in her chair. “Now is not the time to argue. Take off your clothes now.”

“Please, Ms. Wild!”

Natasha withdrew a cell phone from his shirt pocket. “You may be 19 years old, young lady, but as a student, I believe that Sister Mary Ignatius would be very interested in your behavior. And I have her number on speed dial.”

Selena blanched at the mention of Sister Mary. She’d heard stories about the Mother Superior – how she caned girls, as well as boys. Only a few weeks earlier, whispered rumors around the school named Misty Day as one of the girls that Sister Mary had caned! Selena was terrified of the nun.

“No!” Selena threw her hands out to stop Natasha from dialing her phone. “Please, no!”

Natasha’s voice was low, and there wasn’t a hint of compassion in her words. “The longer you delay, the more severe your punishment.” Natasha tapped her well-manicured fingernails on the table beside the chair. “I expect you to take off your clothes, now!”

Trembling, Selena started to strip off her clothing. This was more than she expected, and yet Selena still pulled her short skirt down over her slim hips. She stood shaking for a moment, before kicking free of her penny loafers. She started to sit down on the bed to remove her knee-socks, but when Natasha shook her head, Selena decided it was better to stand. She hopped from one foot to other as she removed the socks, whimpering as she did so.

“My blouse?” Selena said, clearly begging that she be allowed some dignity. “My panties?”

Natasha’s reply was curt. “Get on with it, Selena. Everything.”

“Please, Ms. Wild?” Selena crossed her arms over her chest and bowed her head.

“Get your blouse off, now. Your bra and panties, too.” Natasha set her lips tightly. “You have a minute,” Natasha said. Her voice was sharp. “One minute, Selena. That’s all the time you have to get the rest of your clothes off.”

Selena jerked her head up and down as though it was strung on a puppet’s string. She pulled her blouse off quickly and then straightened to unfasten her bra. This forced Selena to arch her back as she reached one handed for the snap. Selena was humiliated to be standing nearly naked in front of Natasha, and her entire body blushed. Natasha’s eyes grew wide.

“Panties, too,” the counselor said.

Selena had no choice at this point but to slip out of her panties as well. She dropped them to the floor alongside of her other clothes and tried as best as she could to cover her nudity. Natasha licked her lips and stared hard at Selena.

“Hands by your side,” she said. “Face me, and put your heels together.”

Selena winced, and knew that she couldn’t disobey Natasha without severe repercussions. This was it: The spanking that she feared and wondered about was moments away. She dropped her hands to her sides, and then stood stiffly, as though she were a young soldier standing at attention.

Selena was completely exposed.

And yet, even though she was humiliated and ashamed, Selena still wondered why Natasha had carved a ginger root into the shape of a small dildo.

Natasha stood up slowly and walked around the girl, noting Selena’s plump backside, her slim waist and firm belly. Grazing Selena’s skin with her fingertips, Natasha circled the girl: once, twice, three times.

“I don’t want you to say anything,” Natasha said, as she walked around the girl. “I want you to listen to me. Is that clear?” Selena nodded her head slowly, as though she was caught in a dream. “Earlier,” Natasha began, “I mentioned a special seminar that you would attend tonight before dinner. That seminar is about to begin, and this root holds one very important part of tonight’s message.” Natasha paused in front of Selena and held the carved ginger root in front of the girl’s eyes. “The seminar is called, “Lying Hurts more than the Truth.” This particular lecture isn’t in your brochure, so I’ll have to tell you a little about this particular session.” Selena whimpered as Natasha walked a slow circle around her. Selena’s entire body trembled and shook. “This seminar,” Natasha said, “will demonstrate to you that lying, especially to me, is not acceptable, and it’s not something that I will tolerate. You’ll learn that fooling me isn’t as easy as you think and that honesty is the best policy at all times.” Natasha stopped in front of the girl and looked her in the eye. “And you will learn that lying has some very painful consequences,” she said, licking her teeth. “This will be a hands on, interactive session.” Natasha paused and smiled. “I have a feeling Amy is attending a very similar session right now.”

Selena’s face blushed a bright red. She knew that she was going to be spanked, but she felt a bit of satisfaction knowing that Amy was also going to get spanked. Yet there was something more to her own spanking that Selena didn’t yet understand. The root in Natasha’s hands terrified her, and that didn’t make the prospect of her spanking any easier to take.

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3 responses to “Bad Girl in Atlantic City, A Spanking Adventure – an excerpt

  1. I can’t wait to read! I can’t right at the moment! Gah!

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