It was as if they’d decided who was going to prepare which course for a pot-luck supper, they were so clinical and decisive about it. I felt a little sorry for the girl as the punishment sounded very harsh, the sort I liked to read about but doubted any girl could really take. But perhaps
they could. And I was going to warm her up!
I was nervous, perhaps more nervous than she was, especially when Sofia sat herself down on the sofa and said, ‘She’s all yours, Richard.’
What was I going to do with her? Getting her over my knee was the obvious choice, so I sat down on a straight-backed chair, eighteenth century or whatever, I expect, and tried to get comfortable. I was already hard, though, which I was embarrassed about – you are, aren’t you, your first time? I’m well over it now, of course.
‘All right,’ I said. ‘You’ve done your corner time and now you need to be punished. Come here.’
She turned round and I had to bite my lip so as not to stare too hard. If I tell you who she was, do you swear you won’t tell? Allyson already knows, of course. Yes? OK. It was Celia Britt. Yes, the Celia Britt. God, yes, she was fantastic in that last Cat Girl, I know, I saw it three times. So, there I was, face to face with one of the hottest properties in film, about to give her a good spanking. Does life get much better than that? Let me know if it does.
You’ll have seen her in her underwear, of course, in that movie, but she’s even rounder and curvier and bouncier in the flesh. Gorgeous skin, not a blemish on her. Not yet, anyway. And she had her eyes down, all coy and meek, and her hands clasped over her you-know-what. All right, I know. We’re all grown-ups here, Allyson’s right. She had her hands clasped over her pussy. That’s the bit I hadn’t seen before, so I asked her to put her hands by her sides. She was shaved almost bare except – I don’t know how she did it, must have used a stencil or something – she had the word ‘TOY’ in capitals in pubic hair on there. Yeah, I thought, that must have taken ages to do.
Once I was through with my stunned mullet impersonation, I found my inner top and smacked my thigh.
‘Over my knee with you,’ I said.
‘Don’t you want to give her a bit of a lecture first?’ asked Sofia. ‘I always do.’
‘Well, I would, but I’ve no idea what she’s meant to have done.’
‘Oh, yes, good point. Just tell her she’s a slut, she likes that.’
‘OK.’ I turned my full attention back to Celia. ‘I’ve heard some tales about you, young lady,’ I said, trying to channel old schoolteachers I’d been impressed by. ‘Not very nice tales. I’ve heard that your behaviour is loose and you put it about with all the boys, and the girls too. Is that true?’
‘Yes, sir,’ she said, very softly. God, it was weird to hear that famous voice, talking to me, calling me sir. It was a head-fuck, in the best possible way.
‘It is?’ I was having to try very hard to sound outraged because this was pretty good news to me. ‘You admit that you’re a slut?’
‘Yes, sir,’ she said again.
‘Say it, then. Say “I am a slut”.’
She obliged. The way she said ‘slut’, kind of relishing it, putting her teeth and tongue into it, got me even harder.
‘And what do sluts deserve?’
She was curling her fingers up into fists and her face was bright red. She didn’t want to say it but I wasn’t going to let her off the hook.
‘Tell me, little slut. What do you deserve?’
‘A spanking, sir.’
‘That’s right. And that’s what you’re going to get. So put yourself over my knee and we’ll see about making a start on that.’
I could see Sofia and Peregrine from the corner of my eye and I think they approved. I wanted to do a good job. I wanted them to think well of me. This round, ripe bottom over my lap was going to be thoroughly and properly reddened, and nobody was going to call my handiwork into question.
She seemed to know the drill, and I didn’t have to adjust her very much. She held her hands in front of her, clasped – I guess this was what Sofia always made her do. Her legs were pressed together, straight down to the floor. Even so, I could see the little swollen pink lips of her pussy peeking through. They were glistening a bit. She was as up for this as I was.
I got this surge of … I don’t know. Confidence? Power? I felt like a king. I knew, right in my blood, that I was going to be good at this.
I didn’t smack too hard at first. I didn’t know how much she could take and I was worried I might break her. I kept slowing down just before my palm made contact. I tried to make it look harder than it was because I didn’t want Sofia thinking I was some kind of soft touch, but you couldn’t fool her. Besides, I wasn’t getting a squeak out of Celia, not as much as a wriggle.
‘Bottoms are well padded,’ said Sofia. ‘They can take heavy impact. You have to be harder on her, Richard. I don’t want to tell you what to do.’
Peregrine laughed at that.
‘OK, I do want to tell you what to do, but feel free to ignore me. You’re the top here. Your rules. I just think she’s getting away with it right now.’