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for Free! Laura Takes a Spanking "Laura spanks a student in class but suffers an humiliating punishment from the Headmistress" 10 Votes Score 4. Famous Story.

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I thought maybe if I wound him up again he would do it. I squirmed even as the hairbrush was patted lightly on my bottom. Shall I do that Laura?

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I smiled when I realised I was story, aroused, I closed my eyes and kept rubbing. All that afternoon I looked at Robert in his dark tight blue jeans and dark red top looking so smart, so capable, wanting to ask him if he meant what he said, whether he would actually spank me, but I was too scared I suppose and he never mentioned the threat again.

Until eventually, at last, the spanking stopped. I was 18 at the laura and Robert was 21 so a fair old age gap. This time I played up, interrupted, and tried to wind him up. Surely not. Score 4. It was always on my mind but he never made the threat again and I was too scared to ask.

The first spank with the hairbrush made me scream out. What a moment for her to walk in though, to see her brother being spanked by their Mum. What will she think of me though standing here like a naughty girl? The afternoon sped by and by the time we went to a party that evening I had all but forgotten about it. I imagined so vividly Robert story my knickers down and pulling me across his lap and as I lay on his tight jeans I was sure he was aroused by my bare bottom as he spanked me.

Mind you, I did take the dress back as I hated it, and only bought it to avoid it looking like I had capitulated. I howled in pretend protest and he held me firmly and as he spanked I started to cry which made him spank me harder and I cried more. I turned, looked backwards, and gasped at just how red my bottom and legs were, and could see a laura of bruises developing.

Of course, the hairbrush. I went upstairs and in to the bathroom. Mrs Witton spanked and I bounced spanking, continuing to squirm and kick, knowing my bottom was getting redder and redder as after all I had watched Mrs Witton spank Robert and knew the colour his bottom ended up. That is until I got home and lay in bed thinking again about the threat and pictured what might have happened. Eventually Robert let me up, told me off again, and then held me closely to him, I hugged him and told I would be a good girl, and he wiped the tears away ever so gently, kissed my cheek then my neck and my lips, he helped me take the rest of my clothes off, I helped him take his clothes off, then we lay on the bed and made endless love.

The hissed threat was somehow shocking which I suppose was because it was just so unexpected, but at the same time I felt a quiver in my pussy at the threat. It seemed not though as when the hairbrush spanked me spanking and again I cried out each time and each time the pain lasted longer and my bottom stung more and more.

I was about to get the laura I had dreamed spanking, masturbated over, but now it was happening I was scared, well not fear like that but scared of the pain. Just then his Mum walked in. I decided to sit on the side of the bath and gasped as my bottom touched the cold plastic, jumping back up. I rubbed my bottom but the tingling skin felt tender and as I rubbed I felt a quiver in my pussy so let the fingers of my other hand rub myself. Published 9 years ago.

Robert undid his trousers pushing them down to his ankles and in one further movement his underpants followed. Do you understand me? It stung, not much but I knew from here on in my bottom will sting more and more. As I lay in bed dreaming I found my hand on my pussy and was startled to story I was already so wet and that just the touch of my fingers along my pussy set me off gasping as I was that close to an orgasm.

I thought these erotic thoughts all the next day and the following day, wondering if it would ever become true, and by the time I saw Robert again I laura him to spank me, just to see if my fantacies about it were true. So humiliation I now knew was very much part and parcel of being spanked and as I felt Mrs Witton spanking rubbing my bottom so my humiliation grew.

It was quite a shock and brought back memories of those times I had been spanked. I even felt good about myself, punished for my wrongdoing, corrected, disciplined, and now being given the time to calm down, collect my thoughts, learn my lesson. The thought of him spanking me was too much to handle and one story when I was at his house and I was thinking again about him spanking me. Afterwards Robert told me off again and made it very clear to me if I was naughty again he would have to spank me again and I said I totally understood and of course he must but I would try to be good.

No wonder he never mentioned it again after that one threat. I have to ask you though, to give you a choice. The door flew open and as I opened my eyes wide I saw Danielle standing there. Yes, my fault the vase broke, my fault I chose Mrs Witton to spank me, my fault my fault my fault.

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I watched spellbound as she spanked Robert, sometimes spanking alternate bottom cheeks and noticed how when she spanked the same bottom cheek time and again it brought louder gasps and the occasional kick, and when she did the same to the backs of his legs Robert kicked more, threw his head up and gasped much louder. Mrs Witton let me go and flashed out orders to Robert and I. You will go upstairs Laura and wash your face. You are grounded for a week as well.

I tickled him and he tried to fend me off, I kicked out, missed, hit the side table and a vase went crashing to the floor. Just sorry are you? No way did I want that. He did start to get annoyed and snapped a couple of times. I really liked Robertor rather was captivated by him. What had I been thinking of, wanting to be spanked, dreaming about it, the reality is not like the dream.

The stinging was a good reminder, and I reckoned it would tingle for quite a while. Anyway, she was standing there looking awfully annoyed.

Famous Story. I was still rubbing my bottom and knew I had to see how red it was. I laughed at him, he got more annoyed, dragged me to a chair, yanked my skirt and knickers down, pulled me across his lap, and started to spank me. It felt good, loving, caring, and responsive to my needs and I felt secure, punished but protected.

We were watching football on TV, and whilst I was usually happy enough to sit quietly as he got all het up over the match. Listen here my girl, that is my favourite vase.

Well, was my favourite vase? I was conscious of Robert still sobbing so reckoned I will still cry for quite a while as I continued to rub my bottom. I guess she goes well with Robert. His bottom quickly turned red as did the tops of his legs but the spanking continued.

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I can always call your Mum and tell her I am about to spank you and ask her if she would prefer to. I turned briefly to look at Danielle, 25 years old I knew, she was often in the house when I was here and I had to admit that recently when masturbating I did picture being across her lap although never for a moment expected to be.

I never normally was to be fair, always quick to give my opinion, too quick sometimes, but I had to say something. Mrs Witton not just threatened a spanking but was jolly story going to carry it out. I was beyond humiliation, well beyond, as I cried freely, knowing I deserved every spank but just wanting the spanking to stop. Moments later I was gyrating and laura and gasping as I had the most amazing orgasm. I supposed it would be just as humiliating to be spanked by Danielle anyway, as I was 18 years old and as far as I knew none of my friends were spanking spanked.

I lay in bed afterwards, my hand resting on my pussy, my finger nestling just inside me, thinking about the day and how the threat of Robert spanking me had made me cum so easily. Robert gets spanked really often and there I was thinking how I wanted him to spank me.

Another thought struck me. It was probably the shock that overrode any other feelings but I said I had decided what to buy, bought the dress, and we went home. I felt Mrs Witton hold me tighter and her thighs tensed as she brought the hairbrush down fast on to my bottom and then even more painfully on to the backs of my legs.

I sniffed as I again rubbed my bottom and legs, and when I focussed on the pain, the tingling, I started to smile. When I masturbated I fantasised about being spanked by Robert, how I wound him up again, he threatened to spank me. I missed a breath as I had dreamt of her so often and she was looking very sexy in a pretty sleeveless dress with bare legs and looking quite delicious in high heels.

For once I was speechless. I said what I had wanted to say so often.

Put your hands on your head while I deal with Laura. I looked at my face and saw just how red my eyes were, tear filled, and streaks of tears running down my face. Spank followed spank as I watched now hooked on the constant hand rising ominously before being brought down quickly. I stared first at Robert then at his Mum. His Mum looked cross, her arms folded, a no nonsense stance if ever I saw one.