Spanking my boyfriend (Part II)

Here’s the second instalment of my “Spanking my boyfriend” series; I hope that you enjoy it–I definitely enjoyed writing these! More instalments will follow as I find time to update.

For this instalment of Spanking My Boyfriend, I wanted to do a flashback to a spanking that I gave to a boyfriend in high school, Phil. Phil was kind of a smaller guy, shorter than me, with black hair that hung just past his ears. Phil and my friend Heather and I were alone at my house one afternoon, sitting around my room watching TV. We were joking about different things, and Phil said something, I forget what, but I responded by telling him that he needed a spanking for saying it. Heather laughed and said, “Ooo, spank him, spank his ass,” slapping her thigh as though someone were bent over her knee.

I laughed and looked at Phil, sitting on the bed next to me. He was wearing a white t-shirt and oversized cargo shorts with black flip flops. I said, “You deserve a spanking, you little bitch,” took his chin in my hand, and, smiling, said, “bend over.”

Phil kind of laughed and made some little joke about it. I reached over his shoulder and grabbed the back of his shirt behind his neck, hard, and pulled him across my lap. “You’re getting a spanking.” Heather giggled.

I started to slap his tight ass, hard, with my open palm, across the back of his shorts. “This is what happens to naughty little boys,” I said, smiling as I did. Heather got up from the bean bag where she had been sitting and walked over beside us, facing Phil’s face. She knelt besite us, getting her face right in Phil’s while asking him how he felt and teasing him as I continued spanking his ass.

I must have given Phil about a hundred swats across his shorts. While I was spanking, Heather stood up, grasped the bedpost nearest to her, lifted her right leg, and pressed her bare foot across Phil’s face while I spanked him. She shoved back on his head with her foot, continuing to tease him as he lay over my knee. My left hand lay flat across his back while I swatted hard with my right hand. I could feel his cock getting hard against my thigh.

Finally deciding that Phil had been adequately punished, I gave him a final hard swat and said, “I hope that you remember this.” Heather removed her foot and put it back down on the floor; I pulled Phil up off my lap by the back of his shirt. His face was bright red. I’m sure that his ass was, too.