LetsDance wrote: ↑Fri Jun 02, 2023 6:32 pm
I literally just made an account to say that I'm loving this series. Hoping we get Piper forced to go out in public as part of her extended punishment.
Thank you, that's very kind of you
I hope I shan't disappoint! Writing more slowly now due to work and life stuff coming up.
Chapter 6 — In charge
“Well, Piper. You’ve heard your mother. Undress.” I sat over the side of one of the lounges.
“And get over my lap for your spanking.”
Piper gaped like a fish. Her mouth opened wide enough to make an “O” shape and closed again—a few times. Her face flicked between me and Mrs Henkins, repeatedly, frantically.
“This can’t be happening!” she mumbled, but deep down she was clearly already processing what was about to happen, because her face was turning a darker shade of red by the second. Right up to the tips of her ears. I could see the pinkness even on her neck and around her collar bones.
Mrs Henkins had an irritated expression on her face and was about to speak, but I cut right in. She did say I was in charge, after all.
“The sooner you obey, the better, Piper. You’ll be naked until I’m sure you are, and are about to stay, on your best behaviour,” I told her. She bit her lip and whimpered. It felt like I could see the cogs in her little head turning. She had royally screwed up and clearly couldn’t see a way out of it. Likely because there wasn’t one.
I think she would have eventually obeyed. I could see her breathing, trying to get the panic that had taken over under control. But I wasn’t feeling particularly patient at this point, and I wondered how keen on being good and helpful Jenny and Ally were, now that they’ve heard my outrageous “nudist” line of reasoning, and seen Mrs Henkins approve it wholeheartedly and leave me in charge.
“Jenny, Ally, strip Piper for her spanking, please. I want her naked for it. I also want you to look around the house for any spare or misplaced items of her clothing, take them up to her room, lock it and bring me the key, Jenny,” I demanded.
Piper’s eyes widened in fear when she saw Ally and Jenny move in near-perfect sync. They didn’t hesitate a heartbeat. Piper squealed, tried to step back and struggled feebly—clearly too afraid to land herself in even more trouble with her mum if she actually got violent. Ally pulled her shorts down, and her fresh pair of modest, sporty panties (they were yellow with a green, somewhat lacy hem, on the modest end of bikini-style bottoms), while Jenny had pulled her t-shirt upwards. Piper had put on an Adidas bra, a pull-on, sporty type. Once again modest—and a bit boring. I for one certainly wasn’t sorry to see it go up over her head and off.
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Ally had to actually grab Piper’s ankles one at a time and physically make the shocked girl step out of her shorts and panties. Jenny then picked up all Piper’s clothes and rushed off. Piper followed her with a nervous look—her clothes were disappearing out of sight and out of reach and she knew her room with everything she could possibly wear was going to be locked, too.
I patted my lap. I was tempted to just grab and fold her over my lap, but that didn’t gel with the thoughtful and reasonable young man image I was trying to build in Mrs Henkins’ mind.
“Piper, I will
not use force—on principle,” I stated firmly. “But I can assure you that stalling and disobeying will make the spanking itself, and whatever follows, worse.”
Piper, who was still trying to cover up, one hand over her boobs, one over her crotch, stepped up to me.
“Hands behind your back.”
She whimpered and shook her head.
“That’s six extra swats. You’re at eighteen solid hard ones right now,” I told her and she actually flinched at the news—it seemed like hearing a specific number made the previously abstract idea of a spanking very real. Or was it the ‘solid hard ones’ that I very intentionally mentioned at the end?
Either way, she finally unsnapped her hands from her crotch and revealed her pussy to me and Ally.
I already knew from glimpses caused by her previous wardrobe malfunctions she was smooth as a peach down there, but it was still nice to see it directly, clearly and from up close, too.
Ally, however, seemed surprised.
“Hey, didn’t you brag earlier about having more pubic hair than Boyd?” she commented. “Uh, sorry, Boyd,” she added contritely but I just shrugged it off.
Piper looked about ready for the earth to swallow her, but the tiles around the Henkins’ swimming pool did no such thing.
“I-I-I…” she stammered. “I do. I mean, I would.” Oh, this was priceless. “I shaved them off. They looked all scraggly and messy,” she peeped, clearly absolutely mortified.
“What do you think, Ally, do we believe her?” I asked and leaned in to take a closer look at Piper’s pussy and mound. Ally squatted down and examined her, too.
“I don’t think so. There’s not a single missed hair, not even the slightest hint of a stubble anywhere. I think Piper is a liar, and a baldie down below!” snickered Ally.
“I used a hair removal cream just last night!” snapped Piper, once again stomping her foot angrily (she was
ever so cute whenever she did that).
“Where is it?” I asked.
“In the upstairs bathroom, under the sink. Tucked right to the back of the bottom shelf.”
“Ally, go fetch it. And a disposable glove if you can find one.”
Ally gulped, clearly nervous about where this was going, but it was a testimony to the dramatic shift in the overall power dynamics that she scampered off right away, without protest. Even though she knew full well that Piper was already hairless and if I wanted the cream—and a glove—down here, it didn’t bode well for her and Jenny’s pubic hair.
With Mrs Henkins pretending to be busy with her glass of Prosecco and a magazine, and Ally and Jenny both gone, the young blushing teen turned to me.
“Are you actually going to spank me, Boyd? For real?” she asked uncertainly.
“Did you just shout and cuss at your mother and repeatedly call me a pervert, for real?” I retorted.
“Over my lap. Now.”
Piper let out a high-pitched whine and her eyebrows dipped down near her temples, in a semblance of a “sad puppy” expression but I was well past the point of being charmed and discouraged easily.
I patted my thigh and Piper finally stepped right up to me and folded herself over my legs. I was already sporting an erection inside my, pardon me,
Jenny’s shorts, but now that I had a cute naked teen over my lap and at my mercy, my cock throbbed and leaked a little bit of precum. I breathed deeply. I didn’t want to cum from next to no physical stimulation, just overwhelmed by the situation, for the second time that day. Not now that I was in charge. I could jerk off. Or possibly even… I banished that thought before it fully formed. It wasn’t at all helping with my throbbing, leaking, borderline painful hard-on.
My hand naturally found its way towards Piper’s firm, perky buns and I gave them a rub and a squeeze. Nothing overly perky, just … exploring the territory. She didn’t even dare protest. It wasn’t until I stopped moving my hand, and waited with my palm cupping her gorgeous globes, that she squirmed a little and whimpered.
“What’s going on? Did you change your mind?” she asked uncertainly, with a hint of hope in her tone.
“Of course not,” I popped that little bit of hope like a soap bubble. “I’m just waiting for Ally and Jenny to return. I want them to see it. The whole spanking, from start to finish, as well as the aftermath. It will be very educational for them,” I announced.
Now, I know what you’re going to say—and yes, I
was being a bit of a cocky bastard right there. Mrs Henkins technically only left me in charge of the other two girls and their state of undress for the rest of the day, and clearly declared that my further control and spanking rights only applied to Piper. My mind was already working overtime trying to figure out how to fix that.
Still. Showing the two that I meant business and wasn’t afraid to exercise my newly gained power was bound to have a dramatic effect on morale!
Even though she left later, Ally returned first. She was carrying a half-full tub of hair remover and a latex glove. Perfection. Jenny didn’t take much longer. I used the extra minute to casually grope Piper’s ass, half for my own amusement, half hoping to taunt another insult from her so that I could add to her punishment, but, naked and with her butt sticking up over my legs, the little tyke was clearly no longer feeling as bratty as before and she simply took it.
Once Jenny showed up with a nod and the key to Piper’s bedroom in her hand, I grinned and raised my hand.
“That’s eighteen, assuming you don’t scratch or bite or anything of the sort!”
And then I delivered a sharp, stinging smack to those glorious buns with gusto. I wasn’t being brutal, but the smack landed loud and firm—certainly far from fake or playful.
“YEOWCH! Ow, ow, ow!! Boyd! Boyd no! Mum!!!” Piper whined.
“Oh my God no! I can’t take eighteen like that!” she stammered in panic. Mrs Henkins pretended not to hear her, and my response came in the form of another sharp, firm swat.
“OUCH! Noooo!”
Piper began to thrash and kick her legs, but she didn’t scratch or bite. Whether that was simply not her instinct, or whether she remembered my earlier warning, despite clearly being surprised by how an ordinary spanking could actually hurt, I had no way of knowing.
I carried on.
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
*SMACK*
…
Despite her howling and more importantly, bucking and writhing, I managed to hold onto her and carry on. Smack after smack I painted her buns red with my hand-prints, pinkish-red at first, but by the time I landed the last one—making it especially hard and loud for good measure, I had achieved a shade not far from the colour of a nice, ripe tomato, at least on the meatiest area of the curve of her buttocks. My hand felt hot and tingling and it hurt a little. But clearly nowhere near as much as Piper’s butt. By that point, she was in tears and blubbering and carrying on like a toddler.
I glanced towards Mrs Henkins, who, still pretending to be reading a magazine had clearly watched the show over the upper edge of it—and who gave me a wink before averting her eyes. It seemed like Piper had this coming longer than I knew or had anything to do with. Imagine that.
I gave the bawling tyke a little while to compose herself, casually returning to groping her now red-hot buttocks, before giving them a light tap for attention.
“Piper, for the rest of the week you stay naked unless I say otherwise. Understood?”
Her voice came croaky and shaky, but she did reply without discernible hesitation.
“Yes, Boyd.”
“No covering up or hiding during this time. Understood?”
She burst into a fresh new sob at that but then confirmed:
“Yes, Boyd.”
“You will be polite and good, and you will do as you are told—or you will get spanked again.
Harder next time.”
Piper gulped and shivered at that. I suddenly had a very intimidated and subdued tyke over my lap.
“Y-yes.”
I realized I quite liked her using my name ever so politely before, so I delivered another light tap to her buns.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir?” she tried and I had to choke back a chuckle. I wasn’t expecting that, but I sure as heck wasn’t going to correct her.
“That’ll do. Now get off my lap. Corner time.”
“Awhaaa?” she sounded genuinely perplexed.
“Corner time. You get down on your knees here,” I said and steered her towards the French door. “With your nose to the glass, hands on the top of your head and knees a bit more apart,” I corrected casually, “until I call you. You will not move, and you will not make a sound, otherwise, you’ll go straight over my knee for more.”
“Yes, sir,” peeped Piper and got into position. She was quivering ever so slightly, but I could tell that was involuntary. She was being as obedient as can be.
Before that day, I didn’t know spankings were magic. But I was hooked right there and then! Was this even the same girl who tried to stall her way out of undressing despite knowing she had it coming only five minutes ago?!
I left her there, her glowing, reddened buttocks easily visible from the poolside, and went and snatched the key from Jenny, pocketing it and then the glove from Ally. I snapped the glove on and wiggled my fingers.
“Put your leg up here. Push your pelvis forward.”
I think a few minutes ago I would have gotten a ‘but Boyd’ at the very least. What I got there and then was silent and immediate obedience. Ally lifted her leg, exposing her crotch to me. I wasn’t exactly keeping a tally of blushes, but I noticed her just then, because it was almost certainly the darkest, most thorough and intense one yet. She was burning up. It only took one glance at the area I was planning to turn into a fuzzless peach to realize why. Ally was wet. And not a little wet, like when I made her ‘secretly’ strip for me before. Her pussy was puffed up, bright pink, and a string of slippery wetness actually stretched down and hung between her legs now that they were spread. Her whole crotch was a mess of that slickness. Well, damn!
“One might almost think you enjoy me being in charge,” I teased lightly and reached for a towel to wipe her enough for her juices not to dilute the hair removal cream. The choked, near-silent moan that escaped her lips just then despite her best effort made me leak the biggest dollop of precum yet. Was Mrs Henkins at all aware of how powerfully sexually charged has the situation become? She seemed to be busy with her magazine once more. And was the bottle of Prosecco finished now? When did that happen?
I applied the cream to Ally’s entire outer nether area, careful not to get it on her inner lips or clit—almost as careful as I was trying to make sure I got every single hair to make her pussy look just like Piper’s. Honestly—here I was, on the back of what had been a horrendous embarrassment for me earlier, touching a girl’s pussy, in front of her friend—and her friend’s mum, actually, not that Mrs Henkins had a direct line of sight—her view was more of Ally’s buttocks, really. And I was getting away with it, somehow. Running the show unopposed.
“Good. Stand right over there with your legs apart and hands out of the way,” I commanded.
“Jenny.”
If Jenny was struggling to step up and get into the same position as Ally, she did an incredibly good job of hiding it. I mean she was blushing and her leg seemed to shake a little. And her eyes seemed just about glued to the tiles below, avoiding my gaze obsessively, but she obeyed right away. It seemed as though she had built herself up to it while I was busy applying the cream to Ally’s intimate areas.
With Jenny, I didn’t have the excuse of applying the cream to her outer pussy lips, because they were already bald as can be. I brushed my thumb over them, feeling for stubble, and she made a choked sound of mortification, but that was it. Another unprecedented little thing I just got away with. I covered her neat landing stripe with a good coating of the cream and I patted the side of her leg.
“Good girl. Stand next to Ally. In fifteen minutes, you two can go scrape this off and shower. My phone will beep,” I announced, pulling it out and setting a timer. Then, as a spur-of-the-moment decision, I snapped a quick picture of the two of them standing there, naked, with cream over their intimate areas, hands uselessly dangling down their sides. And while I was at it, I turned around and snapped one of Piper’s corner time as well.
Jenny gasped and opened her mouth, but her angry hiss fizzled into silence when I met her eyes with a cocksure expression on my face, nonverbally daring her to complain. She ended up saying nothing, so I slipped onto one of the loungers and stretched, allowing myself to soak in the warmth and the sun. I closed my eyes and tried to relax. Willing my raging hard-on to at least take a little break, so as not to feel quite as painful and uncomfortable anymore. It took several minutes for that to even begin to happen. And I suspected the moment I opened my eyes, the problem was just going to recur right away. I opted for keeping my eyes closed and resting, as we all waited for the timer to go off.
In one's younger years, there really is no stronger or more fear-inducing indicator that you've crossed a line you shouldn't have crossed, than hearing your full name being spoken. And that descriptive language! "With diction that could cause paper cuts!" Oh, best believe I felt that. So good.
