The Date: Part Three

In addition to being punished by Sara’s parents, Jim also gets a hairbrush spanking and belt strapping from his father. Feeling guilty and curious Sara wants to experience the same. With encouragement her boyfriend rises to the occasion.

The Date: Part Two The Date: Part One

The morning after his punishment, Jim woke up early and abruptly when he inadvertently rolled over onto his sore, swollen bottom. Shortly thereafter, he was eating breakfast, sitting on a pillow at the kitchen table, when the phone rang. Naturally, it was Sara wanting to know what happened last night.

“I have been worried about you all night,” she said breathlessly, “did you get it last night?”

“Oh yea,” Jim groaned, “I got it good.”

“Did you do it?” she asked.

“Yes” Jim responded, “I almost chickened out, but I did it and that’s why I got spanked so hard.”

“What did you get?” she asked.

“I got the hardest hairbrush spanking ever…” “Oh you poor boy” she interjected “…followed by the belt” Jim continued, “My bottom will never be the same.”

Sara caught her breath.

Shamelessly, Sara pumped Jim for details:

“Did you get it bare”


“Just your bottom or all the way bare?”

“All bare”

“Did he undress you?”

“No, he made me undress myself”

“Did you get it across his knee?”

“For the hairbrush yes, but then I had to lie across his desk to get the belt.”

In a softer voice she asked; “did you cry?”

After a pause, Jim responded, “Promise not to tell?”

“Cross my heart” she promised. “I think I was crying before I even went over his lap,” Jim responded honestly, “By the time he was done swatting my bottom with my belt; I was doing a lot more than just crying.”

“Your belt?”

“Yes, my belt; he spanked me with my own belt so I would remember it every time I wear that belt.” Just remembering, Jim was fighting back new tears.

“Did he spank you harder because of what you told him?” Sara asked.

“Yes”, Jim said positively, “I was just going to get the hairbrush before I gave him my little speech telling him he wasn’t being hard enough on me, and then he added the session with the belt.” “That is why I had to take everything off; my father thinks you have to be naked for the belt…just like your parents.” Sara blushed at the thought of their previous punishment at the hands of her parents for drinking alcohol on that ill-fated date.

“Do you feel better about that now?” she asked gently.

“Yes, I think I do” Jim said, “I don’t feel so guilty, and I also feel better about myself for not chickening out.”

“What does your bottom look like?” Sara asked in a husky voice.

“It looks like something you would never want to see,” said Jim.

What Sara said next gave Jim an instant erection: “Oh yes I would; today.” (Jim would have to sit immobile next to the phone for several minutes before he would be able to stand without looking like he had a pole in his pants.)

Jim’s father walked into the room just then, effectively ending the conversation. “I am going to ask my parents if you can come over for supper tonight,” she promised, before hanging up.

The phone rang later that morning; it was Sara with the promised invitation for supper. It was to be Jim’s first visit to the Dover household since he and Sara had that disastrous date that resulted in both of them getting separately spanked by Sara’s parents. “I told them that your punishment from your father is now over, but you haven’t got your driving privileges back yet.” “It will be a good time for us to apologize to them one last time and perhaps start talking about them letting us date again someday,” she explained. “Also” she said in a husky voice, “I have something else in mind, something I want to see.” Yet again, Jim hung up the phone with an uncontrollable erection.

At Sara’s urging, Jim strained his welcome slightly by showing up at the Dover’s more than an hour early for supper. “You two lovebirds stay somewhere where we can watch you,” her father ordered in a no-nonsense but not totally unfriendly manner. In spite of all that happened that terrible night over three weeks ago, Sam (Sara’s father) and Jim had parted on fairly good terms. “How about outside on the front porch?” Sara asked her father. He nodded his permission.

Outside, the two teens were finally able to speak with a reasonable degree of privacy. Sara pumped Jim for every detail of the hairbrush spanking and strapping he had received from his father the previous evening. Sitting on the hard bench, both kids were squirming, Jim because of his sore bottom and Sara because the spanking talk was giving her a special feeling in the pit of her stomach and “down below”. When she discovered that Jim was wearing the same belt that was used on him the night before, Sara was particularly captivated. As Jim sat next to her, Sara’s hand always seemed to be on or near that belt.

Finally, when Sara guessed that her parents were busy with supper preparations and had temporarily forgotten about them, Sara grabbed Jim’s hand and pulled him off the porch and around to the back of the house. When she was satisfied that they were not being watched or missed, she opened a side door to the garage and beckoned him in. Knowing what was coming next; Jim instantly developed a lump in his groin. Moments later, he had his pants around his ankles and, back to Sara, he lowered his underpants in back to show her his bruised bottom. She whistled at the sight and touched his buttocks gently; it was the very first time that his bare tush had ever been touched by a female except for his mother. Straightening up, he pulled away from her touch suddenly. Sara thought that she had done something wrong, but Jim was actually so excited that he was suddenly afraid of having an embarrassing accident. Dressed and safely out of the forbidden garage, it was several minutes before Jim was again ready to be seen in polite company. Now aware of the reaction she had triggered, Sara smirked at his predicament. The couple was safely back on the front porch when they were finally called for supper.

Supper was an embarrassing ordeal for Jim. He sat down much too quick on the hard dining room chair and Sara’s parents looked at each other and smiled knowingly when he shot back up to his feet and then sat back down again gingerly. “Your father tells us that you completed your punishment last night,” Sam said, getting right to the point.

Jim blushed furiously, “Yes sir and he did a pretty good job too.”

“Well frankly”, Sam said, “I was of the opinion that you had been spanked well enough by Jan and me already, but your father tells me that you convinced him to make your punishment much more severe than he was originally planning.”

Although Jim was obviously uncomfortable with this line of conversation, he decided to make good use of the opening that Sam had given him: “Yes sir, that is because you, Mrs. Dover, and my father all focused on the alcohol, and that was a terrible thing for me to do, and I deserved to be punished for that; but the thing that I feel worst about is that I endangered your daughter and got her into trouble when you and Mrs. Dover trusted me to take her out on our first date. Because of that, I felt that I deserved every bit of that punishment last night; and now that I have had it, I hope you will trust that I will never do anything like that again and someday you will allow me to take Sara out again.”

Mrs. Dover spoke up: “When you put it that way, I can understand why you thought you needed to be punished so hard, but our daughter is not just some package you were responsible for; she is a human being and nobody forced her to take those drinks. Her irresponsibility is why we spanked and strapped her that night, and why we refused you when you offered to take her punishment for her.” (Sara looked up with a shocked look on her face) “YOUR irresponsibility is why we ultimately took you up on your offer to accept the same punishment that Sara received.” With both teens squirming in embarrassment, Jan finished her speech with:” Let’s stop all this talk of spankings and bare bottoms and eat.” Nobody had mentioned anything about bare bottoms up to that point, but blushing anew; both teens put their eyes down and attempted to concentrate on their meals.

Later, the two were granted more “public” privacy out on the porch. In the way of all young men early in the dating process, Jim put his hand around Sara’s shoulder, but allowed a finger to “accidentally” trace the outline of her breast. This was heady stuff! Sara sighed with barely suppressed excitement and wished that she had the courage to trace the hardness in Jim’s lap with her own finger. After a long mutual silence, Sara returned the talk to spanking by asking Jim if he had really offered to take her punishment for her. Reluctantly, Jim admitted that he had. “That is so sweet,” Sara gushed, “but Mom is right, I am just as guilty as you are and it is not fair that you ended up getting spanked twice as much as I did.” After another long silence, Sara finally got up the courage to say what was really on her mind: “My parents spanked you; do you think that your father would spank me?

“No way!” Jim said instantly, “Even if your parents were crazy enough to give permission, my father would never make somebody else’s daughter get bare.”

“Yea that is what I thought,” Sara said thoughtfully. “So I guess you get the job.” Jim gulped, unable to believe his ears.

Jim’s head was still spinning when Sara’s parents called the teens back into the house. “Before you go back home”, Sam said, looking at Jim significantly, “Jan and I would like to have a little talk with the two of you together”. Knowing that his future with Sara was at stake, Jim sat down to receive the Dover’s judgment, his heart racing furiously. Sara’s parents explained that they liked Jim, but that they were not ready to grant him and Sara dating privileges quite yet. However, Jim was welcome to come to the Dover house occasionally to see Sara as he had done tonight and to perhaps gradually re-earn their trust. Knowing exactly what was on her parent’s minds, Sara piped up and reiterated an earlier promise that she had made to them, that she was a “good girl” who would someday walk to the wedding alter as a virgin. With that, they sent Jim home.

Later, on the phone, Sara clarified herself, “I am serious about us not having sex, and I want your promise about that, but there are other things…” “Do you mean things like spanking?” Jim whispered into the phone. “Yes; like spanking” Sara breathed, “we will figure out a way.” Their call over, Sara retired to her bedroom and allowed her finger to work its wet, slippery magic as she imagined her bare bottom squirming, bouncing and turning autumn colors whilst positioned squarely across her boyfriend’s lap; in his own bedroom, Jim was imagining and doing much the same, albeit with distinctly messier results.

Two days later, they again were ensconced on the front porch swing, visible to the watchful eyes of Sara’s parents should they care to look, but relatively safe from their ears. Jim’s arm was again around Sara’s shoulder. They were both acutely aware of Jim’s finger casually tracing out the wonder and the softness of her left breast; both hearts fluttered sweetly in response to the gush of young hormones. Looking up and down the street to assure that they were not observed, they stole a few kisses. Any onlooker could easily have missed the seemingly accidental brush of Sara’s hand across Jim’s lumpy lap. Looking around to be sure that neither parent was within earshot, Sara broached the subject of spanking.

“Well? Will you do it?” Sara asked.

“I’m not sure exactly what you want Sara,” he responded after collecting his thoughts.

“I want the same thing you got from your father,” she said boldly.

“You know that is out of the question,” Jim said immediately. “You would not be able to sit normally and your parent’s would notice and worse; your bottom would be marked for weeks. What if you got in trouble and got bared for a spanking and your parent’s saw that you had already been spanked? We just can’t take that chance.”

She mulled that over for a bit and then offered another plan: “Okay, we will just have to break it up into more than one spanking so I don’t get so bruised.”

“But Sara,” Jim said, “I don’t want to hurt you; I want to love you and protect you.”

Sara tried again: “When you heard me getting spanked did you think about my bare bottom and…other things?” After a short pause, Jim finally admitted, “yes”.

“Did you get hard?” After a much longer pause, Jim finally said in a low voice, “yes”.

“Did you wish you could watch?” Jim squirmed before finally whispering an honest answer, “yes.” Sara had solidly won her point.

A sort of negotiation session followed, without too much trouble, Sara convinced Jim to give her an ordinary hand spanking for starters. He wondered if she meant on the bare bottom, but was too shy to ask. Now all they needed now was a time and a safe place.

As Sara was much too old to need a baby sitter, and she was an only child, it was not hard to figure out the place; it would be in the privacy of her own bedroom. Sara’s parents were active in the PTA and on church committees, so it was not long before the opportunity presented itself. All Jim had to do was get permission from his father to walk to the drive-in to meet his friends, but instead walk to the Dover residence. He walked up the dark alley so the neighbors would not see and report his arrival, and saw that the driveway was empty and that a light was shining in Sara’s bedroom window as previously arranged. With a lump already forming in his pants, Jim knocked softly on the rear door of the house.

The door opened immediately and he found himself pulled inside and buried in Sara’s arms. Sara looked him straight in the eye: “Remember, I am a good girl, and we are not going to have sex; do I have your promise? “Yes,” Jim said with a little relief, (things were moving a bit fast, and Jim was getting nervous). “Since my pants are coming down for this, yours have to stay up and zipped regardless of what happens; can you do that?” Jim nodded his agreement, but inside he was not so sure.

Not knowing exactly how much time they had before Sara’s parents returned, the teens went directly upstairs to Sara’s room. Following her up the stairs, Jim noticed for the first time that she was wearing a loose pleated skirt. A moment later, Jim was standing awkwardly in the middle of Sara’s bedroom, a place he had never been allowed before. She pointed him to the center edge of her bed, and he sat down in exactly the same spot that Jan had occupied when last spanking Sara.

“Please spank hard me until I am really crying,” Sara said, “even if I beg you to stop”.

“Are you absolutely sure? Cross your heart and hope to die that you won’t get mad at me? ”

Honest! Please just do this for me, Jim!”

“Should I scold you first?”

“Yes! Try to make me feel really bad.”

Jim proceeded to scold his young girlfriend, and he actually did a pretty convincing job; bringing real tears to her eyes. Finally, just when she was wondering if he ever would, he ordered her over his lap. She wasted no time, climbing right up into position and, in a move she had obviously thought of beforehand, she reached for her pillow and buried her face in it so the neighbors would not hear her cries. Still not entirely sure of himself, Jim asked: “Bare?” She nodded vigorously.

With no further delay, he flipped up the back of her skirt as high as it would go, exposing to his eyes the most exciting view of his young life. Her thin pink panties were straining to contain her twin buns, but failed to hide her pale-white butt skin which glowed fetchingly through the overtaxed fibers. Like a kid unwrapping a birthday present, Jim eagerly reached for the elastic at her tiny waist and rolled down the back of her panties; he now drank in his very first unobstructed view of a perfect pair of female buttocks. Jim would have preferred to pull her panties at least down to the middle of her thighs, but Sara did not offer to lift her bottom and Jim decided not to push his luck. The rolled panties would protect the very bottom of Sara’s butt cheeks at the spot where they met her long legs, but Jim was happy to settle for what was offered to him. Totally bewitched, he traced his finger down the full length of her cleft, starting at her spine and continuing down to where it disappeared under her rolled panties; in the process disturbing a field of tiny, silken, mysterious hairs that decorated her nether cheeks. She shivered and clenched at this, the very first touch of a lover to this private part of her body. As she moved, Jim realized how painful her weight was atop his urgent erection.

Finally remembering why he was looking at this delightful tush, Jim decided to get down to business. He thought about asking her if she was ready, but decided that he already had sufficient permission to proceed. Quietly raising his arm to shoulder level, he experimentally delivered a single moderately-hard spank right to the center of her right buttock. She heaved and gasped. As his hand bounced off of her firm flesh, he watched fascinated at the white hand print on the center of her bun that instantly blushed to a bright red. He repeated the experiment again and again; her bottom gradually started to move from side-to-side as the heat built in her bottom. Sara’s shoulders shook as she silently sobbed into her pillow. The pain in Jim’s groin gradually was replaced with a familiar tingle caused by the friction of her increasing movements. Jim began to worry about that: Would she notice if he “lost his load” in his pants? What would she think of him if she did? Could that get her pregnant? He had the answers to none of those urgent questions that flooded his brain.

Jim stopped spanking and scolded Sara for a while to give himself a moment to regain control of his body. When he could again trust himself, he started spanking again harder and faster than before. Sara’s legs splayed and thrashed. The pillow muffled, but could no longer contain, her building, increasingly imperative, cries. Her bottom bucked with the blows. Unbidden, her hand came back in a totally illogical attempt to protect her burning bottom from further insult. Not wanting to hold her down so the spanking would remain consensual, Jim contented himself with playing a game of hide-and-seek with the errant hand, spanking where it wasn’t. Finally tiring of the game, he told Sara to get back in her proper position “if she wanted him to be able finish the job”. Ten hard-fast spanks later, with Sara’s bottom beet red and with her earnestly crying the tears she had begged Jim to trigger, the spanking was over.

Jim felt like a brute and just sat stupidly as Sara cried out her pain. He would not have felt so bad had he known about, and known the import of, the condition another spot not terribly far from her red bottom, a spot that Sara was not yet quite ready to trust Jim with, a spot that was just now considerably wetter than her tear-stained cheeks. Finally, Sara was up on her feet and rubbing her tortured bottom energetically with both hands. To his relief, she gathered him in an enthusiastic but tearful hug and they shared a long kiss. She was not mad!

Ten minutes later, with a passionate kiss, she let him out the back door into the darkness, but not before she had asked him if he could please “borrow” his father’s hairbrush for their next session. Sara went back up to her room to find solitary masturbatory relief; Jim walked home and did much the same, playing back the night’s activities endlessly in his mind as if it were a favorite music video until spent, he finally fell into a deep sleep.

Sara’s bottom healed quickly from her hand spanking, but it was two weeks later before they found the opportunity to resume their illicit play. Again wearing her loose skirt, Sara was once more in front of him for her scolding, which Jim managed to deliver more inventively and more convincingly this time. When her wet cheeks and soft sobs told him that his words had caused their intended effect, he crooked a finger at her to come closer. She obediently took the one step that placed her front and center between Jim’s legs. With his eyes staring directly into hers, Jim deliberately reached up under her skirt with both hands and slowly lowered her panties past her bottom, past her thighs, beyond her knees, finally leaving them low enough so that he could easily tell that today’s panties were colored bright red. As they had earlier agreed, the hairbrush had been left lying on the floor at Jim’s left. It would be Sara’s job to pick it up and hand it to Jim for use after he had thoroughly prepared her bottom with a hand spanking. It would also be Sara’s opportunity to change her mind at that point and leave the brush on the floor, a privilege that Sara knew she would not be exercising. At Jim’s command, the teary-eyed girl assumed her position across her boyfriend’s lap. Again, Jim flipped up the back of Sara’s skirt; this time exposing a broad expanse of perfect pantyless girl flesh for his attentions. Soon the room resounded with spanking sounds, followed closely by spanked-girl sounds that were only partially muffled by the pillow. Jim used the same pattern as before, several minutes of slow spanks to properly build a fire in her rear, followed by enough hard, fast spanks to make her thoroughly lose her composure. Perhaps it was the practice, but Sara managed to hold her position much better this time.

He gave her a few moments to cry through the pain in her rear, before suggesting that it was time for her to pick up the hairbrush. Obediently, and slightly fearfully, she reached down to pick it up and then reached back, unflinchingly handing it to Jim.

Not trusting Sara to stay in position, Jim requested her right hand and held it tightly in the small of her back, away from harm. Sara felt Jim tense up and thus knew that her first swat of the agreed upon ten was irretrievably on its way. A moment later, her butt exploded in pain. She kicked, flinging the red panties across the room. After the second blow, her legs splayed and Jim got his first fleeting view of Sara’s most private parts. The next two swats netted Jim new views of Sara’s charms and even a whiff of her private, feminine bouquet. Sara was now wailing pitifully, but Jim knew that she would later be furious with him if he failed to properly finish the job he had started. After warning her to hold her face tightly in the pillow, Jim swung a leg over hers and delivered the final six swats in as many seconds while she bucked and howled in time with the busy hairbrush.

Her spanking now over, Sara felt herself being gently lowered onto her bed as she continued to bawl into her pillow. She did not hear Jim’s footsteps as he went to the bathroom to find the lotion. Moments later, she felt a draft as her skirt was again raised and then felt the cooling touch of lotion being gently but chastely applied to her brightly-lit buttocks. If Jim had only been sophisticated enough to know, he could have probed lower, and her legs would have opened on their own volition, eagerly inviting his finger into an enveloping secret dampness; but that heady adventure was for another night as the young couple tiptoed their way through their mutual sexual awakenings.

Unable to tarry long because they could not know for sure how long Sara’s parents would stay gone, it was only twenty minutes later when Sara and Jim were saying their reluctant goodbyes at the back door. “When you come for my next session,” she said fingering the leather around his waist, “be sure that you are still wearing your favorite belt”.

Now more sure of himself, Jim reminded her; “a belt is supposed to be applied on the bare…naked that is”.

“I know,” she said softly as she kissed her future husband, gave him a gentle shove, and admired his firm ass as he made his unwilling way out the door.

Copyright (c) Guy Spencer 2004

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  • Sad that they stopped writing. Would have loved to see this story continue. If nothing else, maybe give another writer permission to add on to the story?

  • My favorite spanking story because of the delicious sexual tension between the boy and the girl, and because of the depth of their love. For some reason I find this story very believable, maybe because it’s so well written. Thank you for a wonderful story.

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