Spanked for Spice – When Vivian steals the most valuable spice in the world, she’s offered a choice by the shopkeeper – jail or a sound spanking. But when Vivian’s wife finds out about the theft, only a caning will make things right. WARNING: Contains mature adult themes, BDSM, spanking, caning, and explicit situations. STRICTLY for adults ONLY. All sexual acts depicted are consensual and between adults aged 21 years and over.
“This way,” Janet said, leading her friend to the sofa. Vivian opened her eyes again and obediently followed. Sitting on the antique sofa, Janet motioned to Vivian to sit down beside her. Laura sat down in a straight-backed chair in front of the roll top desk.
For several long moment, Janet said nothing. Instead, she held her friend’s eyes with her own for what seemed like an eternity. Vivian sobbed quietly. She knew deep down that Lucy had given Janet permission for this punishment. She shook as a chill swept through her body.
“In just a minute,” Janet said, breaking the silence, “I’m going to spank you.” Janet looked deeply into Vivian’s eyes. “You understand why, don’t you?”
Vivian’s lower lip trembled. She looked away and saw Laura leaning forward in the straight-backed chair. The shopkeeper’s green eyes sparkled with anticipation, and Laura was openly leering at the young woman. Vivian’s flushed a deep red. She was already embarrassed. She didn’t understand why her humiliation had to continue. “Does she have to be here?”
Laura settled back into her chair and crossed her legs. She waited for Janet to answer.
“I’m going to spank you, because you tried to steal from Laura.” Janet took a deep breath. Her blue uniform tightened across her full breasts. “Don’t you think she has a right to watch your punishment?”
Vivian bit her lip. She wanted to say no. To beg again for forgiveness. But she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Vivian knew that Luciana had given her permission for this punishment. Vivian’s wife was angry with her. Adding the humiliation of an audience to a spanking was Luciana’s way of showing that anger. Vivian didn’t want to make her punishment any worse by defying her wife’s orders. “Yes, ma’am,” she finally murmured. “She has a right to be here.”
“So, just to be sure. You know why I’m going to spank you?”
Vivian studied her feet. She was ashamed and frightened. “Yes,” Vivian whispered. She clenched her fingers tightly. Inwardly, she moaned. This was supposed to be a happy time of year, and the saffron was going to be a gift for the woman she loved. She just couldn’t believe that it had all turned out so badly.
“Stealing is never right, Vivian.” Janet licked her lips. “If someone else had caught you, the consequences would be much more severe.”
Vivian closed her eyes. She didn’t want a lecture. She just wanted this over with. Another tear squeezed out between her eyelids.
“Lucy’s just glad that you’re all right and that you’re not going to jail.”
Vivian nodded silently. Behind her, Vivian heard Laura shift in her chair.
“None of us want to see you go to jail,” Janet said. She placed her hand on Vivian’s knee in an attempt to comfort her friend. “Lucy said giving you a spanking would be the best course of action, as long as Laura agreed.”
Vivian opened her eyes and nodded. Tears coursed down her cheek. Janet was right, she thought. So was Lucy. Vivian didn’t want to go to jail, and Laura had agreed not to report the crime, so long as she could watch as Vivian was spanked.
“Stand up, Vivian,” Janet whispered. The young woman squeezed her eyes together tightly, and then slowly stood up in front of the security officer. She opened her eyes and faced Janet. “Now take off your jacket and lay across my knees.”
Trembling, Vivian shrugged out of the heavy garment, and then laid it on the antique sofa. As though chilled, Vivian shivered. She stood looking down at her friend.
“Now, Vivian,” Janet said, patting her lap. “I want you to lay across my lap. You’ve been a bad girl, and it’s time for your punishment.”
With a rueful glance over her shoulder at Laura, Vivian obeyed, laying across Janet’s lush lap. It was only a few days earlier that Lucy had spanked Vivian for overspending her grocery budget. Her bottom was still sore from that lesson. Vivian’s heart pounded. Another spanking over those bruises would sting horribly. Yet Vivian settled into position, her bottom high and her face down. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against the soft fabric of the sofa. It was clean, yet still musty with age. Vivian suppressed a sneeze and wished that she could appreciate the antique furniture. Instead, her tears dampened the aged fabric.
Vivian counted the seconds until her skirt was lifted and her panties pulled down. She knew that would have been Lucy’s directions to Janet – a bare bottom spanking for her wicked deed. Vivian blushed again, and even her bottom turned a bright pink.
A sudden gasp reminded Vivian that Laura was still in the room. She twisted her head and peeked at the shopkeeper. Laura was seated in the straight-backed chair. Her legs were crossed, and she gripped the seat of the chair tightly. Yet it was the look in Laura’s eyes that gave Vivian pause; the shopkeeper’s face was a mask of glee, and Laura’s dark eyes glittered with lust and expectation.
Vivian didn’t have time to wonder what Laura was thinking. A sudden sharp slap impacted her bare bottom, and Vivian gasped. It stung far more than she expected, and Vivian had a fleeting thought that Janet had probably spanked a woman before. Another flat-handed strike followed the first, and a burn spread out quickly through Vivian’s fleshy bottom. Then another impact, and another. Vivian squirmed and kicked. She sobbed like a little girl as the Janet’s firm palm smacked Vivian’s bottom again and again. It was as though a fire was burning on Vivian’s bottom, and Janet’s hand was the hot coal imprinting her tender flesh.
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