Youâre sitting on the couch and Iâm seated on your lap as we observe all the entertainment around us. Iâm wearing my favourite pair of jeans and a white tank top with a black bra underneath. (Of course, you were the one who gave me the permission to wear it like this).
You gently pull my shoulders so that I lay back to rest against your chest and kiss my neck lovingly. Then you coyly begin to snake your hand over my breasts and tummy and sneak it down the front of my pants.
I gasp at your openness because there are so many people around, but no one seems to be paying attention to us anyway. As your hand disappears deeper between my legs, I feel my pussy grow wet because youâre going to touch me with all these people around us. Then you stop.
âWhatâs this, young lady? Why arenât you wearing panties?â you demand in a firm but low voice to avoid drawing attention to ourselves.
My heartbeat begins to race. âI didnât want any panty linesâ, I respond.
âYou know very well that you have to ask my permission before going out like this! What a dirty girl you are! I have no choice but to punish you, Krissy.â
You withdraw your hand from my jeans and push me to my feet. You stand up with me and grab my arm at the elbow, squeezing a little more firmly than you need to. I can tell by this action that youâre not happy with me one bit.
âPlease go and tell the Host that weâll be leaving now and be sure to tell them WHY we have to leaveâ, you growl to me, disappointed.
âYes, Sirâ.
Then you release my arm and I rub the pinched feeling out as I weave my way through the crowd to find the houseâs owner.
âExcuse me, Sir. Iâm just informing you that weâll be leaving. I was a very naughty girl and showed up to the party without my panties. Iâm going to be taken home, punished and then put to bed. I just wanted to apologize for being so indecent in your homeâ, I informed the owner once I found him.
âWell, youâre being a very big girl for letting me know. Thank youâ.
He nods and scans the crowded room to find you, to acknowledge that Iâve completed the task that youâve requested of me. You nod and then motion me towards the front door, grabbing our coats on the way out.
***
The drive home begins in uncomfortable silence for me, my bottom is beginning to tingle in anticipation of how youâre gong to punish it when we get home.
âI bet your naughty pussy is wet, isnât it? Being rubbed all night long with the inside seam of your jeansâŚâ you finally say as you break the silence. âYou probably want to cum, donât you?â
I think about lying to you, but I know that if I deny my wetness, youâll only pull the car over and have me pull my pants down to check for yourself.
âYes, Sir. Iâm very wet there. I didnât mean to do it⌠I just wanted to look good for the partyâŚâ I try to explain myself, but I know it will do no good.
âIâm not interested in hearing your excuses for your inappropriate behaviour, young lady. Now, when we get home, I want you to go straight to your room and sit at your homework desk.â
âYes, Sirâ, I say as we pull into the driveway.
***
Iâm now sitting at my little school desk. I love to sit here and colour pictures for you and do my homework for university. But right now I donât like this desk. I know whatâs going to happen.
âStand up, Krissy. Pull down your pants to your knees, but no further. Lean over the deskâ, you instruct me as I watch you undo your belt and pull it free of the loops in your jeans.
I gulp in anticipation and do as you say. âI hope I can keep my pants around my knees this time. I donât wanna get more spanks it I canâtâ, I think to myself as I bend over, trying to push my knees apart of far as theyâll go with my pants like this to give them extra support to stay up.
I watch you fold your black leather belt in half and stand behind me. I feel the leather begin to rub between my cheeks, teasing me. Iâm just beginning to enjoy it when you crack the strap down over my bare cheeks. I flinch and kick my legs in surprise. Luckily, my pants settle around my knees again.
Over and over it connects with my tender flesh, and Iâm trying not to kick. The tears pour from my eyes and as the blows continue, my legs kick less and less because the crying is draining my energy.
You finally stop and let me stand there, my ass on fire! Once my sniffling has calmed, you dangle the pair on panties I was suppose to wear tonight in front of my eyes.
âPut these on, Little One. Weâre going to go back to the partyâ, you inform me.
I stand up shakily and reach for them. I ease out of my pants and wince as I slip the thin cotton material over my fiery cheeks. The jeans are even worse!
âI donât know HOW Iâm going to sit on the drive back to the party!â I think to myself as you grab my arm and begin to pull me towards the door.
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