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Spanked At The Park – P2

Posted by on October 1, 2020

“Still mad at me?” Tom asked.

“Well, I’m a bit jealous. I thought you made that paddle to use on me,
not some uppity bitch from the valley!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that.” Tom replied.

Out of the corner of her eye, Julie could see that Tom was reaching into
the desk drawer and taking out the paddle in question. She squealed and
tried to break away, but Tom had already grabbed hold of her left arm.
It was a short struggle that ended with Tom sitting on the edge of his
desk and Julie pinned over his lap.

“What did you think was going to happen? You slapped my face, you
little brat!”

“I was angry!” Julie explained.

“Well, now I’M angry!” Tom said, lifting the paddle.

“Wait! You can at least let me apologize!”

“You’ll have plenty of time for that while you’re standing in the corner!”

With that, Tom brought the paddle down with a loud smack across the
woman’s denim-covered bottom.

“Oooowwww!!!” Julie shouted.

She started to squirm right away, so Tom got a firmer grip on her waist
and threw his right leg over her calves. With Julie in a firm scissor-hold,
the paddling resumed and Tom smacked Julie’s fanny with renewed gusto.

“Yow! You big bully! Ow!”

“Go ahead, get yourself in deeper!” Tom said mockingly between cracks of
the paddle. “I guess I’m just not spanking hard enough!” He started
raising the paddle higher and bringing it down faster. Julie noticed the
increased severity of the blows immediately.

“Oh! No! Ow! I’m sorry! Ouch! Hey, I said I’m sorry!”

“You’ll be sorrier in a minute!”

Tom stood her up and quickly unbuckled her jeans. Stunned and out of
breath, all Julie could do was stand and watch as he yanked her pants
and panties down past her thighs. The next thing she knew, she was back
over Tom’s knee staring at the top of his desk as the paddle began a
vicious assault on her bare ass cheeks. Tom held the handle of the paddle
tightly and swung the flat end with vigor as Julie began to kick and cry
out loud.

“Ooh! Tom, please! Ow! I promise I’ll- Ouch! I’ll never hit you again!”

“Damn straight!” he replied with a volley of swats that quickly had Julie
begging for mercy.

“Owww! Okay! That’s enough! Ouch! I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”

Tom ignored her pleas. Instead, he started to concentrate on the lower part
of Julie’s bottom, just above her thighs- an area that Tom liked to call
“the sweet spot“. After landing swat after swat to that one location for
a minute or so, Julie was ready to promise anything if he’d only stop.
She was yelling something to him, but her pathetic blubbering made the
words incoherent. It didn’t really matter to Tom anyway. This little girl
had thrown a rock at a hornet’s nest and now she was going to get stung!
He continued paddling Julie’s bottom soundly as he scolded her for having
such a wicked temper.

“You get yourself all worked up over nothing!” he said between swats.
“Then you come up here and explode all over me! Well, you should know
by now that I don’t react well to that kind of behavior! If a man talked
that way to me, I’d punch his lights out!” He punctuated each thought with
a particularly hard swat. Her voice too spent to yell, Julie lowered her head
and whimpered as Tom continued the spanking and the lecture. “Luckily, I
know how to handle a hot-headed little brat like you! You just need to have
your pants pulled down and your bottom blistered now and then. I pity any
man dealing with you who doesn’t figure that out!”

Tom kept spanking her bottom until it was as red as a radish and her body
was as limp as a noodle. He then put the tear-jerker down on the desk
and pushed Julie from his lap.

“Now you hustle your hot little buns over to that corner or I’ll paddle
them again!”

Julie was already scampering to the corner by the time she hit the floor.
She tried to run but got tripped up by her panties which were sill bunched
around her ankles and fell face-first onto the bearskin rug with a
loud thud. She burst into tears once again and looked over her shoulder
for sympathy only to see Tom coming at her with the paddle.

“You get into that corner!” he growled.

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