The Kari's Lessons Collection (2 page)

“When was the last time you were spanked?”

“When... what? What is this, the Middle Ages? I’ve never
been spanked.”

I couldn’t believe we were even discussing this. And yet it
was hard to ignore this weird squirming feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Max beckoned for me to follow him with a hooked finger as he
headed back to the chair he had been sitting in when I arrived.

I had a hundred insults sitting on the tip of my tongue and
I knew I should have just laughed it off and headed to my room, but something
compelled me to remain. I took a couple of hesitant steps towards him and
noticed my legs were shaking. I took a deep breath and tried to focus. But it
was no use, my mind was all over the place.

“You’re serious about this?” I asked him.

“Of course. Twenty smacks... and by the end of it you’ll be
calling me Daddy.”

My stomach lurched as I stood in front of him. He seemed
awfully confident that he’d win this. But being spanked couldn’t hurt that
much. I’m sure I could take it. What concerned me more was the humiliation. The
fact that we would always know he had done this to me.

“I’m waiting Kari.”

He impatiently tapped his hand against his thigh as he sat.
Big hands. Strong arms. But how much could it hurt? I mean they spanked kids
didn’t they? It couldn’t hurt that much if they spanked kids right? Getting
into position was a little awkward. Although slight I guess I was a bit bigger
than the average kid and I had to sort of flop down over his knees. As I did so
my shirt moved up, leaving my stomach bare and flat against the rough material
of his slacks.

I squirmed a little more than was necessary, intentionally
trying to tease him. To be honest I was still feeling fairly horny and even
though Max was old enough to be my father the warmth of his body was causing
some feelings that I would probably have rather avoided. Once I was bent over
his lap with my head low, I felt a little rush of blood. The warm, woolly
feeling that came from that only added to the unusual and conflicting emotions
I was feeling.

What was I doing? Had I gone crazy? But it was too late to
back out now and as I felt his hand raise up high I braced myself for the
inevitable...

WHUMP

The blow was harder than I expected, sending me hard against
his legs. But muffled by the materials of my jeans it didn’t hurt at all. He
could do this until the cows came home and I would win my bet.

WHUMP

WHUMP

“Right, stand up and take those jeans off. There’s no point
in doing this if you can barely feel it.”

I had the urge to protest, but kept quiet. He was right and
I was surprised to find that I was a little disappointed by the lack of pain.

I shimmied out of my jeans and stood before him in my
underwear. Nothing fancy, just some neat pastel cotton panties, they were cut
fairly high on my thighs, but beyond that it was all quite modest. As I stood
before him I saw Max eying me up and down. He tried to hide it, but I could
tell he liked what he saw.

This time as I lay across his knees I squirmed even more
while I got into position. Max hissed through his teeth and I could feel him
get a little hard against me. That was strange. I wasn’t sure what to think
about that. The fact that I could have that effect on him was pretty cool
though. I grinned as I got the distinct feeling I was winning this encounter.
But then....

WHACK

“Oooooow.” I howled and kicked my legs backwards. That
really hurt! Much more than I had expected. Even through the cotton of my
panties. Max’s broad hand had caught me square on my cheek and there was a lot
of force behind it. He wasn’t playing around.

WHACK

“Ow... damn it Max.”

I brought my hands backwards and tried to cover my ass,
getting in the way of the next blow. But this didn’t impress him. He grabbed
both my wrists in his spare hand and held them tight, forcing them up and away
from my stinging ass.

WHACK

“Ow ow ow ow ow ow.”

Shit. This time he connected right where he’d hit me once
already. I felt a big red blossom of pain radiating outwards from the point of
impact.

WHACK

I moaned. Both my ass cheeks were burning now. But the pain
faded rapidly and once it was gone I was left with a  lovely warm sensation that spread across my skin. I shuddered a
little on Max’s lap and even allowed myself a little smile. I could tell my
nipples were hard, straining against the soft fabric of my bra.

WHACK

WHACK

WHACK

With each blow I squirmed and struggled against him. Even
though the sting faded the pain was beginning to build and become a little more
uncomfortable. I tried to move my arms but he held me tight and my attempts to
escape his hands amounted to nothing.

“How are we doing now Kari? That’s ten. Halfway.”

I tried to answer him firmly, but couldn’t hide the tremor
in my voice. I was closer to tears than I’d realized and it took a lot for me
to keep it together.

“I’m f..f..fine
Max
.” I managed to stammer and he
responded with an unconvinced grunt.

“Let’s have a look at the damage shall we?”

And before I could stop him Max had pulled my panties down
over my ass. While the cool air was a relief I didn’t really know how I felt
about this. Max, was kind of my father, I mean this all started because he
wanted to call me Daddy and the fact that he was now looking at my bare ass was
uncomfortable and embarrassing.

And yet it also turned me on a bit.

For a start I had a really nice ass. Tight and compact, but
still nice and rounded. I regularly wore tight shorts to show it off and it got
a lot of looks and may have been responsible for a traffic accident or two. I
really liked the way I felt when people checked me out. But Max was... Max.

The weird thing was also feeling really proud. I mean I’d
struggled and tried to get him to stop, but the fact that my ass was now
stinging and red made me proud that I was taking my punishment.

It was weird and confusing. And then Max began to lazily
drag his fingers across the hot skin of my reddened ass and it got even more
confusing.

“Hey... cut it out.” I squirmed against him unwilling to
admit that cutting it out was the last thing I wanted. I actually wanted more.
I tried to push my ass up and outwards, humping against the air a little in
search of sensation.

SMACK

I screamed. Part of it was shock. But it also really, really
hurt. I felt the tears begin immediately, welling in the corners of my eyes.
They ran down my cheek and along my nose where they dripped on the wooden floor
below my face. The sensation was infuriating and I longed to wipe my eyes and
nose, but with my arms pinned behind my back I could not.

SMACK

This time I wasn’t so vocal. A cross between a scream and a
grunt. Again Max paused and this time his wandering fingers found their way to
the cleft between my legs, where my panties were bunched up against my pussy.

I was wet. I could feel it. I don’t know if was him or the
spanking but something was turning me on like nothing else. Again I felt this
warped sense of pride. I had the urge to show Daddy how wet I was, how my
spanking was turning me on. I wriggled on his lap and tried to pull my legs forward
and spread them just a little bit. Trying to put my cute teenage pussy on
display for him.

Daddy? It had just drifted into my consciousness. It
suddenly felt appropriate. He wouldn’t hear it from me though. I still intended
to win the bet.

SMACK

I’d given up squealing and kicking and screaming. There just
wasn’t any fight left in me. As he paused between blows Max’s fingers wandered.
Tracing lines on my flesh and reawakening the stinging pain of my reddened ass.
I couldn’t contain myself. I groaned. A long, drawn out low, groan. I felt
shame at my inability to hide my desire and the fact that I was giving away how
much this was turning me on.

SMACK

He tugged at my panties, pulling them further down my
thighs.I could feel them peeling away from my skin, my arousal apparent from
how wet the front of my panties were. I hadn’t thought that it was possible for
me to feel more ashamed and humiliated than I already was, but apparently I
could. Now I knew my bare pussy would be on display. Peeking out from between
my legs. Pink, puffy with desire and slick and shiny with my leaking juices.

SMACK

I screamed again as Max brought his hand down directly on
the lips of my exposed pussy. I hadn’t been expecting that and with the shock
came a burst of both pleasure and pain that felt like an eruption.

The pain was immediately soothed by a single finger sliding
between my exposed lips. Oh God that felt good. I trembled beneath it as I felt
myself being parted and the finger began to explore further downward... near
but not quite against my clit.

SMACK

My breath was coming in short bursts now. I knew I was
crying, but beyond that the noises I was making sounded alien to me. My ass was
raw, it felt like it was glowing. But the intensity of the pain was matched by
a desperate aching need.

“Almost there sweetheart.” Max’s voice was smooth as silk,
almost tender. As he spoke his finger returned. Sliding between my lips once
more, but this time grazing my clit with the slightest touch.

That touch was... amazing. I cried out with need and rolled
my hips upwards looking for more. Trying to force myself against his hand.

SMACK

I ignore the stinging pain in my ass and humped the air.
Desperate for more stimulation. I had given up trying to maintain any kind of
dignity. I was beyond humiliation and embarrassment. I just needed his touch.

When he returned I felt two fingers parting me and a third
exploring the entrance to my virgin cunt. He toyed with me using the lightest
of touches, never giving me quite what I needed.

I trembled beneath him and cried. It wasn’t the pain any
more it was my need. I could endure the pain. I would endure it to make Daddy
proud, but I needed more.

SMACK

“Puh... uh... Puh-lease.” I sobbed. My breath sounded ragged
and wretched. I felt like a wreck but I didn’t care. I just needed to come.

“You know what I need to hear don’t you? You know how you
need to ask.”

I nodded and sniffed. My eyes and nose were streaming. My
defenses were completely gone. Shredded by the needs of my hungry teenage body.

“Y...yes. Yes D...daddy.” I was giving in, admitting defeat.
But as soon as I said that word out loud I felt a hot ball of pleasure growing
in my belly. It felt good and right to think of him like that.

It was what had been missing in my life. Someone who
actually cared about me enough to do something about my behavior.

“I’m sorry Daddy. I’m so sorry. But please... I need to... I
need to...”

SMACK

SMACK

I cried out and sobbed against his legs. My ass was just one
big mass of pain now.

“Please Daddy, make me come. I need to come so much. Please
Daddy.”

“Of course you can.” He stroked my ass as he talked to me,
each touch felt like sandpaper against my raw skin. “You were such a brave
girl, you’ve earned this.”

The knot of pleasure in my tummy was joined by a sense of
pride at his compliment and then I was cooing with pleasure as I felt his
fingers once again slide between my lips.

He parted me and began circling my clit with a single
fingertip. I groaned and began to raise my hips in time with his movements,
trying to meet him and tease more pressure out of his touch.

“Heh. Someone is eager. And you’re so very wet.”

“Yes Daddy. I’m so wet for you. I want it so bad. Please
make me come Daddy.”

My voice was perhaps a little too childish and petulant as I
milked it for all it was worth, but Max didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t seem to
mind at all. I think I’d been too caught up in my own needs to notice how hard
he was. His cock, jutting into my ribcage, was like an iron bar. An awareness
of the effect I was having on him, created another rush of pride.

At first I resisted the finger he tried to force inside me.
But I was so wet and well lubricate it was impossible. I felt myself stretch to
accommodate him and soon he was able to slide his finger in and out of me in
time with the rubbing of my clit.

This was enough to push me over the edge. I had had orgasms
before but nothing like this. This was something else. I felt it in my whole
body. My muscles tensing and then being flooded with warm gooey ecstasy as that
knot in my stomach unraveled and sent tendrils of pleasure worming their way
through my young body.

As it passed I felt myself trembling uncontrollably. My
breath coming in irregular gasps of air as I tried to regain control of my own
body. That was... that was... Oh God that was sensational.

He wasn’t finished yet though. His hand remained firm
against my pussy as I rode out several little waves of post-orgasm tremors. And
once I was still he started again. His fingers flat against me, applying
pressure in a smooth and constant circling motion.

I was still sensitive but the motion felt so good. Too good,
within seconds I found my body being rocked by another orgasm. Not as powerful
as the first, but more raw and intense. I could feel the aches in my body now,
the dull throbbing pain in my poor ass and these sensations mingled with the
jagged waves of pleasure that rocked my body.