The Spanking Chair – a fragment


Trembling, I let her take my hand and lead me into the kitchen. She had already cleared the table out of the way, and there was a single chair in the center of the room. Straight-backed and high, she called it the Spanking Chair. It was designed for me – and others like me – to lean over for punishment. The seat was covered in woven rattan. The back two legs had four straps to secure me at my ankles and knees.

She said nothing, but led me to the Spanking Chair and then knelt by my feet. Any other wayward girl might taken this as a sign of forgiveness, though I knew better. While crouching, she unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then, hooking her fingers in my panties, she drew them slowly to my ankles; for a moment, they stuck in the wetness between my thighs. A gentle tug freed them from my crotch.

Then she turned her attention to the straps. Pulling me close to the chair, she secured me with all four bits of leather. When I was firmly in place, she gestured at my blouse.

My eyes got wide, and felt the tears begin. “Please. Can’t I keep my shirt?”

Her lips thinned out as she pressed them together; her silence was maddening. Silently, she shook her head, and I began to cry softly as I unbuttoned my blouse. Without prompting, I discarded my bra as well and stood now naked and strapped to the chair. I was embarrassed, humiliated and scared, but I knew that’s just what Alice expected.

She motioned me forward, and I bent over the back of the chair, reaching for the seat below. My bottom was high in the air, and my bare breasts were pressed against the cold slats of the chair. My legs were spread wide. I gripped the seat tightly and took a deep breath.

Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alice with the paddle. It was about 20 inches long, three inches wide and a quarter-of-an-inch thick. I knew that paddle well; I made it myself. Alice tapped it against my bottom. Once. Twice. Three times. It was smooth against my skin. Made of fine oak – it had a proper sting.

Alice disappeared from my sidelong view, and I knew that she had stepped behind me. I took a long, slow breath, then closed my eyes.

Without warning or announcement, the first impact landed on my bare backside, and I howled with the sudden pain blossoming on my bottom.

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