Taking punishment

Nara and Hanie were an unlikely, if poetically-named, couple.

On the morning of Christmas Eve, the fields outside a carpet of white snow, Nara and Hannie were sitting together in the lounge, drinks were soon opened and Uno was played and a silly romantic movie playing..

With the film over and a lot of wine having been consumed -- Nara was finding the room more than a little spinny -- her parents put the dogs to bed while Nara and Hanie wandered upstairs with the intent of maybe sleeping or maybe finishing a couple episodes of Doctor Who. Or, rather, that was Hanie's intent.

With the door closed and Hanie stumbling to retrieve Nara's laptop from the desk, Nara leaned back against the door with her arms crossed and her heart thundering. This was going to be a big risk. She bit the side of her cheek to keep herself from giggling.

Nara took a couple of steps forward and Hanie's expression shifted to something more nervous. For a moment, Nara wasn't quite sure how to get started. She just stared at her girlfriend, restrained and perhaps just as drunkenly excited as her, her plump bottom inviting even when still covered by the dress. Tentatively, Nara rested a hand on a firm cheek and Hanie mewled some vague, hanie fully fake, protest. This, alone, was something of a landmark -- Nara could count on her hands the number of times she'd been daring enough to touch Hanie's rear and she remembered each one. From the first time -- when, on their very first day together, she'd slapped Hanie's bum when she bent down to pick up a dropped bus ticket and her girlfriend's startled expression told her not to do it again -- to the last -- when, while making out in bed a few nights ago, she'd held her rear with both hands, inviting all kinds of approving purrs, but went no further lest she frighten Hanie. Each was saved in Nara's mind for next time she played with herself. She was definitely more of a butt person, she thought.

"You embarrassed me tonight," Nara whispered, improvising the master-slave talk as best as she could from the erotica she read far too often, "so now you have to be punished, don't you?"

She didn’t even know what she was talking about.

Hanie flinched and let out the tiniest of yelps as Nara's flat palm met her bottom, her skirt's fabric bouncing up, and Nara bit her lip as she sent several more strikes, each just a little harder than the next, gauging Hanie's reaction. All Hanie did was murmur indistinct noises, her eyes slammed shut, occasionally moving her hand to her face to push her glasses back into position -- Nara wanted to snigger every time she saw that but tried to keep the vibe authoritative.

"This is what happens to bad little girls," Nara whispered, delivering another smack to one of Hanie's cheeks. This must have gone over a line because, then, Hanie reached back and gingerly rubbed at the cheek.

.Hanie's plump bottom was, more or less, safely hidden behind pale pink underwear, and Nara couldn't help but stare for a moment.

Once Nara was done with her staring, almost overcome with excitement that she finally had her girlfriend over her lap like this, she went back to the spanking.

Each smack, alternating from one cheek to the other, inviting a soft yelp from Hanie, as if she was surprised every time. From under her panties, Nara could see the faintest of pink marks forming on her skin, while Hanie's bottom stayed tense and firm as she took her punishment.

"Ow," she hissed at one point, her sock-clad feet starting to kick, just a little bit.

"It's not nice, is it?" teased Nara.

"No," Hanie whimpered. But Nara wanted more of a reaction than that -- she picked up the pace and the force, though conscious of not making too much noise, striking Hanie's bottom with firm, confident whacks. Each one brought a little clapping sound when they connected and, too, a growling whimpering from Hanie, who gritted her teeth and tried to ride it out. Nara knew she didn't want to submit so humiliatingly by whining like a little girl -- but, one way or another, Nara would get it out of her.

After perhaps twenty or thirty smacks, Nara paused, stroking Hanie's pretty bottom again while her girlfriend again mewled little protests.

"That really stings," she complained, looking back at Nara again, her eyes carrying more than a little pleading.

"I know," Nara replied, enjoying the feeling of Hanie's panties under her hand, how they clung to her sore bottom, and how at her mercy this cute girl was. The excitement between her legs only grew stronger -- it would take a lot of effort not to start rubbing her thighs together as she worked on Hanie.

"Are you done?"

"Hmm..." Nara studied Hanie for a moment as if she didn't already know the answer. Then, just to surprise her, she threw another THWACK onto Hanie's bottom and her girlfriend squealed in pain and outrage. "I don't think so."

"Okay," Hanie whimpered, looking away again. "But this is really embarrassing."

"That's what you deserve," muttered Nara, as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of Hanie's tight panties. She had expected protests, even resistance, but Hanie just lay there and didn't make a sound as her underwear came down to expose her bare bottom, plump and soft and just as pretty as Nara had always imagined it would be. She navigated her underwear down to her knees, then ran her hand up her bare brown thigh and along her bare bottom. Without a word, but a cautious glance towards her bedroom door, she began spanking again.

Hanie was whimpering again from the first strike, now twisting about a little on Nara's lap, as she slapped the girl's bare rear with enough force to make her feet kick. She watched, almost transfixed, at Hanie's bottom bouncing under her hand and being painted pinker and pinker to match the panties which, by now, had slipped off her knees and were falling to cuff her ankles together.

"Ow... ow..." Hanie whined, starting to struggle, and with her free hand Nara again took her by the hip to keep her restrained. Her own hand starting to sting quite painfully, Nara kept going, trying to commit to memory every second of this wonderful moment. She loved Hanie's butt -- so tight, so cute, so firm. Looking to alternate things, she paused and, enjoying the sound of Hanie's sniffling, with one hand spread open one of her cheeks.

"What're you doing?!"

"I told you -- punishing you." She aimed a few smacks at the inside of Hanie's cheek, the sensitive skin turning pink almost immediately, admiring how spreading her like this exposed not just her cute little asshole but her slick shaved girlhood. Nara had never seen any of that before and she delighted in it.

"It really hurts," Hanie whimpered.

"I know it does," said Nara with a smile, still staring at what Hanie had hidden between her legs.

"I'll do whatever I want," said Nara, letting go of Hanie and returning to spanking her, causing her girlfriend to yelp -- at the first, she clasped her hands to her mouth to muffle it. Her underwear, Nara saw, had now come off one ankle and dangled off the other. "You belong to me."

Nara kept going, kept alternating, not letting up even as she felt Hanie sobbing into her hands and her feet kicked almost furiously.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry!" Hanie finally wailed -- but Nara ignored her apologies.

"If you can't keep quiet," Nara hissed, her hand pulsating with pain, "I'll make you be quiet."

"What?" whimpered Hanie, and Nara reached towards her feet to retrieve her underwear. She pulled it off her foot, gathered in her hands, and formed it into a ball.

"Look at me." Hanie did -- she'd lost her glasses and her face was flushed with her cheeks stained by tears. "Now open your mouth."

"But..." Hanie stared at what Nara held in her hands. "But that's not fair... you can't..."

"Do as I say." Humiliation across her face, Hanie opened her mouth and Nara stuffed her panties inside, gagging her. Hanie moaned with embarrassment before, her panties still dangling from her mouth, looking away again and back to the floor.

Nara picked up where she left off, spanking one cheek and then the other, with Hanie's muffled whines on the soundtrack. After just a few more, Hanie was no longer yelping -- just quietly sobbing and laying still, taking her punishment like a good girl, her bare bottom pink and warm to the touch. Mercy, eventually, took over, and Nara stopped.

"Okay," she said, quietly. "I think you've learned your lesson." She reached for Hanie's face and pulled out her gag -- Hanie spluttered and cried openly, sobbing like a child, and Nara stroked her hair and bare bottom to help her calm down.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered through her tears. "I'll be good from now on." But she knew it was going to repeat no matter what.