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An Alternative Ending to the Public Spanking Fantasy

  • Posted on August 16, 2014 at 11:59 PM

Here’s a different ending for the public spanking fantasy that I wrote a year ago.  The story changes on the way out of the store……

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G. makes me walk, not run, to the car.  As I see more and more people in the parking lot, I start begging him to let me pull my pants up.

“No.  You misbehaved in public and you’re getting punished in public.  That means that however many people see your spanked bare bottom just adds to your punishment,” he says, “and because you insist on begging to get out of the rest of your punishment, you’re going to get extra.”

“You already spanked me in front of everybody,” I say, panicked.

“Well, not everybody.  There are a lot of people out here,” he says, with that gleeful sound in his voice again.

We get to the car, but he stops me before we can get to the doors, when we’re still behind the car.  He opens the trunk, and inside I can see one of the long wooden paddles.  My eyes go wide.

He picks up the paddle and closes the trunk.  “Bend over the trunk,” he says, pointing with the paddle.

The look on his face tells me that I don’t want to fight him on this.  I’ve seen that look before, and it’s never good.  I bend over the trunk, and I feel him pull my pants and panties back down to my knees.  My face burns with embarrassment, and I’m glad that I can’t see the people this time.  The next thing I know, the paddle smacks into my already very sore bare bottom, and I yell.  That obviously attracts attention, because I can hear people behind me, talking and laughing about my predicament.  As the paddling continues, my feet start involuntarily coming up, almost meeting my bottom.  G. pushes them back down and starts paddling me harder, which makes me squirm enough that I’m almost traveling across the trunk.  He puts his left hand on my back to keep me from moving, and keeps paddling.  I’m trapped and helpless, and I start crying.  I can tell that more and more people are coming over to the car to watch him spank me.  People are even coming over from the other side of the car, straight toward me,  to stand next to the car to get a better look.  G. knows what I’m thinking as this happens.

“Don’t close your eyes.  I want you to see all these people,” he says, paddle strokes emphasizing what he says.

I see the people’s faces as they watch him paddle me.  Nobody seems to be sympathetic to my plight, instead watching with smiles and looks of anticipation of what might happen next.  I can see it in their eyes.  They’re enthralled with the spectacle of the paddle smacking my bare bottom over and over.

“What did she do,” one of them asks G.

“She misbehaved in the store, and I had to spank her then, and she continued to misbehave as we left the store, so I decided not to wait until we get home to spank her again,” G. says, as if this was something normal.

“She’s going to have trouble sitting down,” another of them says.

“Yes, she is,”G. says, “Won’t you, Jen.”

I don’t want to answer, but I know that I have no choice if I don’t want to make things worse for myself.  “Yes, I will,” I say, barely audible.

“I couldn’t hear you.  Try that again,” G. says, enjoying my embarrassment.

“Yes, I will,” I say, louder, my voice cracking through my crying.

G. brings the paddle down hard across my bare bottom another ten times, and then he stops and takes his hand off my back.  I’m still crying hard, and even though he isn’t holding me down anymore, I don’t move for a few minutes.  As I try to stand up, he stops me.

“Don’t move.  You’re not done being punished.  You’re going to stay there for a little bit, until I tell you that you can get up,” he says.

All the people who had been standing in front of me move past me to stand behind the car, getting a full view of my very spanked, very red bare bottom.  Again I hear the sounds of appreciation, just like in the store, and again my face blazes hot.  I can feel the sun on my bottom, making it even hotter, the spanked skin very sensitive to the heat.  I know not to ask him how long I’ll be staying where I am, bending over, bare bottomed for everybody to see.  I can tell that there’s a real crowd behind me now, from all the voices that I can hear.  I don’t dare look back, because as bad as it is to hear all the voices, it would be much worse to see all the people attached to those voices.  My tears start to slow down, but they don’t stop completely, and I sniffle pathetically, hoping to gain some sympathy from at least some of the crowd.  It doesn’t work, and I put my head down, my left cheek against the warm trunk lid, feeling very sorry for myself.

After a very long time G. speaks finally.  “Okay, stand up.”

I stand, reaching back to pull up my pants, but he puts his hand on mine to stop me.  “Please, let me at least have my pants up now,” I beg.

“No, your pants are going to stay down, now and for the rest of the day.  When we get back to the house you’re going to get another spanking, maybe even before we get inside, I haven’t decided.  It’s going to depend on your behavior,” he says.

My head drops, and my face gets gets redder, but I don’t argue.  I know that there’s no point.  I’m in big trouble, and the three spankings I’ve already had are just the beginning of what is going to be a very painful day for me.

“Now apologize to the nice people, for being such a bad girl that I had to spank you,” he says.

I look up at him, and I can tell he’s serious.  Again, I have no choice unless I want to make things much worse for my already very spanked bare bottom.  “I’m sorry,” I say.

“No, look at them, and apologize to them, not to me,” he says.

I look past him at all the people standing there, expectantly.  “I’m sorry that I was such a bad girl that he had to spank me on my bare bottom in front of all of you,” I say, my voice breaking from the embarrassment and humiliation I feel.

“Very good,” he says, and guides me over to the car door, which he opens and gestures for me to get in.

When I do, I almost lift straight up.  My bottom hurts so much that I wonder how I’ll make it the whole ride home.  I start to cry again.  He gets in, and the crowd parts as we back out of the space and we drive away, leaving them in the rearview mirror.  We drive back to the house, and my fate.