My Favorite Spanko Fantasy [Mf] [bdsm] [exh] [Fsub] [huml] [Mdom]

It begins casual. A normal day. My dom and I hanging out at our local bar with all of our friends. We’re laughing, having a good time, then I make a jibe. Nothing too bad, just a little poking fun. Everyone laughs… except Him. He gets a little smirk, raises an eyebrow. I feel a little painful squeeze on my thigh, but I’m feeling naughty so when the opportunity arises again I make another joke at His expense. This time He laughs a little, and I smile thinking I got away with it. Then He grabs my wrist, pulls me quickly over His lap. I gasp and struggle – not in front of everyone! I apologize, trying to laugh it off like a joke. Like we’re just playing. He laughs too, pulling up my skirt just a bit. My friends are silent, shocked. I try to get up but He holds fast. I feel my face go red, beads of sweat between my thighs.

“Don’t worry,” He says, “She knows what she’s done. Isn’t that right, baby?”

I’m silent, too humiliated to speak. I manage a tiny nod while I stare at the ground.

He grabs my chin and makes me look up, staring directly into the eyes of the friend sitting next to us. Liam. “Isn’t that right, baby?” He repeats.

“Yes.” I whisper.

“Yes…?” He lifts my skirt to my waist, exposing my lace panties to the entire bar.

“Yes, sir.” I mumble.

“And?”

“Sorry, sir.” He peels down my lace panties, hooking a leg around me when I involuntarily kick a little.

My friends look at each other in discomfort, no one really sure what to do. I bite my lip, hoping it will all be over soon.

“Don’t worry, guys,” He says, “She wants this. Look,” His finger slides between my lips and He holds it up for everyone to see, shiny with moisture. One friend pulls out a phone and begins to film.

The first hit comes, His hand hitting my bare ass hard and fast. “We’ll only do five if you count pretty,”

I bury my head into his lap and say as loudly as I can muster, “one, sir.”

The next four come fast, one right after another, so that I struggle to keep up with counting. More of my friends pull out their phones. A few are giggling.

When we’ve done five He roughly pulls my panties up too far so that my blushing ass is showing. He tucks my skirt into the top, and pulls me up by my hair so that I’m kneeling beside him. He gently pets me and strokes my hair.

“Good girl,” He purrs, “Just stay quiet here for a bit and think about what you’ve done. I’ll let you know when you can rejoin the rest of us.”

Tears in my eyes, more from humiliation than pain, I nod and stare at the ground.

After an awkward silence, He tells the table, “It’s alright, you can ask.”

Worse than the spanking, my friends proceed to ask all their questions and He answers, almost giddy.

Yes, of course she wants it.

Yes, of course it’s consensual.

Yes, she really does get off on it.

Yes, of course we do other things.

What kind of other things? Well…

He bares all my secrets. My friends giggle, ask dirtier and dirtier questions. I feel myself grow redder, my brows furrowing in anger and shame.

“Can I ask her something?” Someone asks. I think it’s Jess.

“Sure,” He says.

“Hey, why do you like this kinda stuff anyway?”

An innocent question. I have a sincere answer on my lips, but before I can answer I hear myself snap sarcastically, “oh, idk, guess it’s because I’m just really fucked up or something”

You could hear a pin drop. He grabs my hair, pulls me back over his knee, jerks my panties roughly down to my knees. I think I hear them tear.

“No no no, I’m sorry, I am!” I cry, humiliation forgotten. He doesn’t answer, and this time my friends are brave enough to laugh.

“Liam, would you reach into the front pocket of my bag there?” He asks. I see Liam blush and pull out a large steel butt plug. I can feel the table’s eyes go wide. “Anyone want to do the honors?”

“Huh?” Someone asks.

“Well she’s been bad, but not that bad. This needs a little help going in. No one’s ever wanted to experiment with domming?”

I grab His jeans, still muttering apologies. I don’t see who volunteers.

“There ya go,” His rough hands spread my ass cheeks as wide as they’ll go. I feel myself pucker, trying to stay hidden. “Just spit right there,” His finger lightly taps my anus.

I feel a dribble hit my left cheek.

“Aw, no, that’s ok,” He says, laughing, “try again.”

This time they hit their mark.

“Anyone else want to try?” Two more lube my ass with their spit, both missing their first time. I hear Jess laugh after she misses, giving my bum a shy tap after she hits her mark.

He shoves the plug in roughly, and I know it’s the one that has “BAD GIRL” engraved on the base. Until now, it’s been more a dirty threat than an actual possibility. Something He carries with him to remind me what He could do anytime.

“Could I…? Could I try?” Jack’s voice timidly asks.

I struggle more. Surely He wouldn’t let anyone else actually spank me?

“Ha,” He chuckles, “Does everyone want a go? I’m sure she’d love that.” As he asks, he stokes my ass. I don’t hear anyone answer, but they must’ve nodded because He begins to show them how and where to hit. I feel tears stream down my cheeks.

One by one my friends spank me. Some harder than others, some so timid and shy I could barely feel it. I heard camera shutters as they all take pictures of their first time giving a spanking.

When they were done my ass was barely tingling. I thought the humiliation was enough, but He apparently wanted to show them how it was done because he spanks me three times as hard as he can.

“Wait…” Liam says, “Last time you made her count.”

Laughing, He responds, “You’re right! You heard him, baby.”

The next one comes, and I cry out, “four, sir!”

He laughs. I try to correct, “one, sir?”

He spanks me again. “That’s one.”

We go to ten this time, before he pulls me up by my hair. I fall on my knees, my head tilted all the way back.

“Now,” He says gently, “go kneel in the corner until I’m ready for you.”

He shoves me and I fall to the ground. I quickly scurry up, trying not to hear my friends laugh as I take my place in the corner.

“Liam, you saw how I had her before right? Would you mind?”

Liam comes over and I try not to look at him as he pulls my panties as far up as they’ll go, and tucks my skirt in so that everyone can see my red ass. He pauses, before I feel a new hand hit me as hard as it can. I jump and cry out in surprise, hearing Him laugh.

After what feels like forever, He calls my name. I turn, and he crooks a finger, motioning for me to rejoin the table. I smile a little and begin to walk before he shakes his head.

“Ah ah ah,” he says, and points to the ground. I blush, but I don’t want to know joie it could possibly be worse. I sink to my knees and crawl towards the table. When I reach Him, He strokes my head absentmindedly and continues His conversation. I’ve become commonplace by now; He’s discussing politics. I lay my head in his lap, and try to be good for the rest of the evening.

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