Every time Pete visited his girlfriend Stacy's house, there was a tension in the air that only Pete and her mom felt. Ever since her mom spanked him, they had this bond that no one else knew about. Stacy was oblivious to the hints and looks they shared. He had fantasized for days about being punished by her mom again, but the fear of her paddle outweighed his cravings, for now at least.
Pete wasn't the only one fantasizing about his punishment. Stacy's mom had been running the scenario over and over again in her mind as well. She was looking for the next opportunity to spank him again.
As these dynamics simmered in the background, Pete and Stacy continued dating normally. One evening, they were hanging out at Pete's house, talking and making out in the privacy of his bedroom. As Pete held her and kissed her slowly, he asked, "What's something you've always wanted to try in bed that I don't know about?"
Stacy looked up at him, surprised by the question. "I don't know," she said shyly. "Let's do what you want to do."
"C'mon. There's gotta be something you've wanted to do," he prodded.
Her eyes drifted, her mind fixed on something. "What is it, baby? I won't judge," he encouraged.
She took a deep breath. "There is something, but I've always been afraid to admit it."
"You don't have to be afraid," he said gently. "I only want to please you and make you feel good. If I am going to do that, I need to know what's on your mind."
Stacy nodded in agreement. She took another deep breath. "I've always kind of wanted to be spanked."
"Spanked?" he asked, looking at her attentively. Her admission caught Pete completely off guard. He couldn't believe what he just heard, but he kept his expression steady, knowing how vulnerable she was in that moment.
"Yes, I don't know why. It's just this thing I've carried with me," she said thoughtfully.
Pete knew exactly how that felt. "I understand, Pete said gently. "More than you know." The room was quiet for a few seconds. "I'd like to try it with you if you're up for it," he said, smiling encouragingly.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
Pete nodded and adjusted himself to a seated position on the bed. He patted his leg, indicating that she should lay herself over. She hesitated at first, then slowly crawled over his lap. Pete rubbed her back, settling her in place. He caressed her bottom gently, enjoying the view. He gave her a couple hand spanks and continued rubbing her bottom.
"Harder," she said, looking back at him and smiling. Pete happily complied and smacked her ass very hard with his hand. "Oh!" she whimpered.
"Is that better?" he asked. She nodded.
"Hm. I think it'll hurt more if I take these down," he said as he pulled her leggings down. She resisted playfully, letting him wrestle them down. He gave her a few hard smacks over her panties. These had her wincing and flinching. "Now, that's much better," Pete exclaimed.
He loved watching her gorgeous bottom bounce to the smacks of his hand. His dick grew hard, pushing up into her. "I'm really enjoying this," he whispered in her ear as he delivered more stinging spanks.
Though her ass was stinging, his words made her feel really good. She was worried that he would think this was weird or that he wouldn't like it, but he was really getting into it. She felt comfortable enough to reveal more of what she wanted. "I think I'd like to be scolded," she admitted.
Pete smiled to himself. Her kink seemed almost exactly aligned with his. "Bad little girls get spanked, and they don't speak unless spoken to while they're being punished. Am I understood?"
"Yes, sir," she replied submissively. Her sweet submission turned Pete on even more. He swiftly took her panties down and spanked her bare bottom hard. "This is what happens when you don't obey," he said as he continued spanking her. She wiggled all over his lap, rubbing against his hard cock, driving him crazy.
Unable to take it anymore, he pulled her off his lap, took his dick out of his pants, and entered her. She was fully aroused, her pussy warm and wet. They passionately made love and collapsed on the bed when they finished.
"Wow!" Pete exclaimed. "That was incredible." Stacy beamed from ear to ear. They continued to talk into the night. Still curious about her spanking desire, Pete asked, "Is there something you'd like to add or do differently for next time?"
Stacy thought about it for a minute. "That was great and all, but I think I want to be punished. Like, for real."
"What do you mean?" Pete asked.
"Like more than just for play. I want to be spanked as a consequence of doing something wrong. I want to be held accountable for my actions and punished past the point of enjoyment."
Pete sat, lost in thought. He related to her feelings.
"Do you know what I mean?" she asked.
Pete nodded. "There is something I should tell you," he said seriously.
She looked up at him, worried that he was turned off by the idea.
"Remember a couple of weeks ago, when I brought you home late?"
Stacy nodded.
"Well, your mom caught me and spanked me for it."
"What?" Stacy said incredulously.
"Yeah. She spanked me hard with her paddle."
"You're not serious right now."
"I'm dead serious, and so was she."
Stacy still couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Did it hurt?"
"Oh yeah, it hurt. I was sore for days."
"Wait. Did she spank you on the bare bottom?"
Pete nodded.
Stacy put her hands to her mouth, unsure of how to process the shock and excitement she was feeling.
"I have an idea," Pete said. "What if you were to do something so bad, she'd have to punish you. We already know she's willing to do it."
Stacy shook her head. "That's crazy."
"Is it?" Pete asked. If you want to be punished for real, I think this is your best chance. I can act like I'm spanking you for real, but we both already know you want it. She doesn't know that. Coming from her, it would be a genuine, authentic punishment."
Stacy was silent, lost in thought.
"Think about it. If you change your mind, talk to me. We can come up with a game plan."
Stacy drove home, her mind scrambling.
Nothing was said about Pete's idea the next few times they met, but about a week later, Stacy walked up to Pete and said, "If I'm going to do this, you're doing it with me."
Pete knew exactly what she was talking about and smiled mischievously. "I can do that," he said. He had already been thinking long and hard about how he could insert himself into this scheme. Though the prospect of getting paddled by Stacy's mom again was daunting, he didn't want to be left out.
"Okay, here's what I'm thinking," Pete said, laying out the plot. "You know how your mom hates when we drink."
Stacy nodded. "Yeah, she really hates that."
"Let's come home late and drunk," Pete suggested.
Stacy took a deep breath, contemplating the idea. "She would be so pissed."
"You said let's do this. This is it."
Stacy looked into Pete's eyes. "I'm in," she said confidently.
Pete flashed his mischievous smile again. "Let's go get shit-faced."
Stacy's mom had warned them constantly about the negative consequences that alcohol can bring and had forbidden them to drink. When they got home late that night, she was up, waiting for them.
They stumbled in, obviously drunk. "What the hell is going on?" her mom yelled angrily.
"Oh, nothing," they giggled deliriously.
"I will deal with you two in the morning," she said, clearly annoyed.
They laughed it off, but Pete couldn't keep the trepidation from creeping in the back of his mind. She was angrier than he'd ever seen her. She sent Stacy to bed and ordered Pete to sleep on the couch.
The next morning came quickly. Pete rubbed his eyes groggily, wondering where he was, before suddenly remembering the events from last night. Looking up, he saw Stacy's mom waiting for him, holding that familiar, heavy wooden paddle.
"No, no, please, ma'am, we only had a couple drinks," he begged.
She just raised her eyebrows slightly while maintaining her tight-lipped frown. There was no way he was getting out of this.
He continued, "It was Stacy's idea. I told her we shouldn't."
"Oh!" she scoffed. "Well, since you're so eager to pass the blame, you'll get extra. I sure hope you aren't lying to me," she said coldly. "Let's take a trip upstairs." She motioned for him to take the lead. He marched up the stairs, putting one foot in front of the other, with her close behind him, holding the paddle by her side.