Spanking Sarah [mf] [cons] [spanking] [oral] [cuddling]

Story codes: mf, spanking, cons, oral, cuddling

This story is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental and, regrettably, nothing like this ever happened in my own real life.

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Sarah was the daughter of a woman my parents were friends with. She was a few months older than me, but we were both 14. We liked each other well enough and since my mom and dad were friends with her mom we spent a fair amount of time together whether we wanted to or not.

Like most 14 year old boys I was horny as hell, and Sarah was cute. She had pale skin, short hair dyed vivid red, but she was a bit of a late bloomer. Her breasts were barely the size of very small apples, maybe an A cup, and her hips were only beginning to their journey to becoming one of her foremost features but at the moment were just barely wider than mine. So obviously I was interested, but I didn’t think she was.

Or I didn’t until a week before she called to ask me to help clean her room. My father and I had taken her on some errand, I can’t remember what now. She was wearing a denim skirt that came to just above her knees and a Dr. Manhattan t-shirt I’d loaned her that she kept saying one day she’d give back. She had been riding in the front seat so when my father stopped at her house to drop her off I got out of car too so I could take the front seat.

That was when I learned that she was also wearing white panties with an image of Mickey Mouse printed right on the crotch. As she got out of the passenger seat I got a clear look at Mickey grinning up at me from his place over her slit for a long two or three seconds while she said goodbye to my father. As she got out she gave me a quick goodbye, with a little bit of a flush on her cheeks, and I realized she’d let me have the look on purpose.

So when she called me later that week asking if I’d come by her place on Saturday to help clean her room I said yes.

Her mother worked weekends, but neither she nor my parents seemed to think anything was wrong with me helping Sarah. Sarah told me her mom was so glad she was going to be cleaning “that pigsty” that said she didn’t care if she had the Dallas Cowboys over to help. My parents said they thought it was nice of me, and maybe it’d inspire me to clean my room.

I took the bus to her house, both displaying my independence and not wanting to get my parents more involved than they needed to be. I didn’t really expect anything to happen, except maybe seeing a bit more of Sarah than either her mother or my parents would be happy about.

It was a warm summer morning, when she answered the door Sarah was wearing my Dr. Manhattan shirt and a pair of bike shorts. The combination was appealing, the shirt was too big on her, and the shorts were so small that sometimes it looked like she was just wearing the shirt.

Sarah’s room was the only messy part of the house, her mother was a neat freak. Clearly that hadn’t transferred to her daughter. Her room was the sort of mess you get when you leave everything where you dropped it for a year or two. I think you could see the carpet in a tiny spot just inside the door, but otherwise the entire floor was covered in a mix of clean and dirty clothes, school papers, school books, library books, her books, and all manner of other things.

We set to it, Sarah had a bunch of big trash bags, and slowly we made progress. I’ve never liked cleaning up, but her butt in the bike shorts was nice enough I didn’t much care. And I’m enough of a perv that I also liked looking at her underwear, once while I thought she couldn’t see I gave the crotch of a freshly worn looking pair a sniff and felt my dick spring to attention at the musky pussy smell left in the fabric.

After an hour we’d made some headway on the mess, and I took a bathroom break.

I’m a snoop, I’ll admit that too. I like knowing everything I can about everything and everyone. I’d already memorized Sarah’s bra size from the dirty ones on the floor (28-A) and her underwear size (2). The house was small, only one bathroom that she and her mom shared. I poked into the medicine cabinet, peeked under the sink, and finally looked into the linen closet next to the bathtub.

In addition to the usual sheets, towels, and washcloths, there was a package of maxipads and a package of small tampons. I wondered who used which, and was about to close the door (as quietly as I could) when something behind the feminine hygiene products caught my eye. I pushed the package of pads to the side and almost gasped at the sight of a paddle.

Looking closer I found that there was not just one paddle, but three. The largest was made of some light colored wood, it was maybe 15 or 16 inches long, with large holes drilled in two rows, and the words “Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child” engraved on one side. Not quite so long was one made of stiff, black, leather, about a foot long. And the smallest was round, made of a dark wood, and a bit smaller than my hand.

There was also a flexible strap as wide as two of my fingers, and a riding crop.

Like a lot of teenage girls, Sarah had a more than somewhat adversarial relationship with her mom. I’d seen them involved in screaming arguments on several occasions. The idea that Sarah was spanked after some (all?) of those fights went straight to my dick, I found the image of her naked and bent over, waiting for her mom to start paddling her ass in my mind. It was a good thing I’d already peed, because my cock was pointing as close to straight up as it could manage.

“Did you fall in?” Sara’s voice came from the bedroom, startling me out of my fantasies.

“Ha ha!” I shouted back. After easing the linen closet door closed, I flushed the toilet and washed my hands.

Back in her bedroom I picked up another shirt from the floor and stuffed it into the bag she was filling with dirty clothes. “You’ve got so many shirts, do you steal them all from boys?” I joked. Sarah pouted for a moment, then pulled off my Dr. Manhattan shirt and threw it at me. Underneath she was wearing what looked like it had once been the top half of a one piece swimsuit, or maybe a leotard, that had been cut in half. It ended only an inch or two under her breasts, giving me a nice view of her flat stomach and her low riding bike shorts.

“There!” She huffed. “Now you don’t have anything to complain about! Back to work you!”

I bowed, “Yes Ma’am!”

We worked for another hour, me appreciating the better view of her ass and the new view of her boobs bouncing a bit as she moved around. Now when she bent over in front of me, something she did more often than was strictly necessary, I found myself not just appreciating her ass but also imagining it bruised, red, and welted. I debated for a while taking off my own shirt, claiming solidarity with her or that I was too hot, but wimped out.

Eventually we got nearly half of the floor cleared and I noticed that I hadn’t been getting a look a Sarah’s body for a while. I looked up from the pile of books I was sorting and saw her on her bed reading a Ravenloft novel.

“Hey!” I tried to sound both joking and hurt, it probably didn’t come off too well. “Here I am slaving away while you lounge around?”

Looking up from her book, Sarah gave me a haughty look. “Did I say you could stop working? Back to it slave!”

“Come on Sarah, we’ve got to get this done or your mom will be pissed.” I stopped joking and tried to sound reasonable.

“Nope, I’m bored with cleaning. You can keep doing it if you want. Strhad is waiting for me. Have fun!”

“If you don’t get out of that bed and start helping I’ll…” I paused because I couldn’t really think of anything to say. Why did I care if her room got clean anyway? “I’ll start sniffing every pair of panties I pick up!”

Sarah laughed. “Whatever works for you, as long as you put them in the bag I don’t care.” But she looked interested, and a bright look came into her eyes.

I stood up. “OK then, try this if you don’t start helping I’ll spank you!”

The words came out of my mouth without any thought. I’m sure that if I hadn’t seen the gear in the linen closet I’d never have said it. Time seemed to slow down, and I berated myself. I braced for her contempt, or anger, and tried desperately to think of a way to make it sound like I’d been joking, or she’d misheard me.

Instead of being mad though, Sarah pouted again. “You wouldn’t *DARE*!” she said.

Encouraged, I stalked to the bed and grabbed her book. “Try me.”

“Pfft, nope, you’re too much of a wimp to try.”

I took *I, Strahd* from her hands and tossed it onto the book pile and started trying to pull Sarah over my lap. We wrestled playfully for a time, and my dick got hard again. I was bigger and stronger and after several fun minutes I managed to get Sarah in position over my lap and delivered a quick swat to her right cheek with a kind of muffled smacking sound.

The effect was amazing. Suddenly she stopped struggling and went limp with a soft sound halfway between a sigh and a moan. No longer having to hold her down, I was able to get better aim for my second swat.

**CRACK** this one sounded nicer, loud, sharp, crisp, and it made her bottom jiggle in a way that went straight to my already almost painfully erect cock. It was still a kind of soft, joking, sort of swat though. I wasn’t really trying to hurt her.

**SMACK**
**CRACK**
**SMACK**

After the fifth I wanted to keep going, but worried that she’d kill me. Or tell our parents. Or something if I didn’t stop. I thought I was probably already in trouble.

“Are you ready to clean up now?” I asked, trying to sound like the whole thing had been a joke.

Sarah shook her head. “Oh, did you try spanking me? I didn’t feel anything. Sorry.” She didn’t sound sorry at all, my feelings weren’t hurt though; especially not when she wriggled her butt a little and incidentally rubbed my dick through my jeans.

Instead of answering, I swatted her again this time putting a lot more of my strength into the blow.

**CRACK** The sound of the swat was louder, and I heard Sarah gasp just a little.
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**
**CRACK**

After the fifth of this set I stopped for a moment, and rubbed my hand in circles across her ass. I’d been alternating cheeks as I spanked so now each of her’s had had five.

“What about now?” I asked, “are you ready to start cleaning now?” I felt sure she’d stop me now, though I hoped desperately that she wouldn’t.

“Were you doing something? I thought maybe I felt a fly land on my butt. Mind giving me back my book, I’m getting bored.”

I decided to take Sarah’s words as permission to go further. I used both hands, grabbed the waistband of her bike shorts and pulled down slowly, giving her time to tell me to stop. Instead, she raised her hips a bit as I pulled the sorts off her ass and down her thighs. I thought at first that she hadn’t been wearing panties, but then I realized I’d pulled them down along with the shorts without noticing. Her panties were satiny turquoise, and the crotch glistened with moisture.

Also glistening with moisture were the lips of Sarah’s pussy, which I felt I could stare at for hours. Her butt was small enough that I could clearly see both her cunt and asshole. A few black hairs rimmed her tightly puckered anus, and her pussy had a thin dusting of similar hair. I wanted to look at her pussy forever, to grab it, to feel it, to smell it and lick it.

Sarah settled herself back on my lap, and I came. She must have felt my dick twitching, her hip was right on it, but if she did she didn’t say anything. I “repositioned” her, grinding my cock against her hip as I creamed my jeans, and after a moment to catch my breath I started in on her again.

My first swat landed with a dull thud, and I shook my hand out before going for my second. This time I got it right and my hand pounded into her left cheek with a **SMACK** that was crisper sounding, sharper, than the sound of me spanking her over her shorts had been.

Her buttocks danced and jiggled as I spanked her, each blow turning them slightly pinker and tugging her pussy lips apart just a bit to give me a tantalizing look at her inner pinkness.

**CRACK**

**SMACK**

**CRACK**

**SMACK**

After five more swats I gently ran my hand across her buttocks, feeling the slight heat and the smoothness of her skin. I petted her ass a few times, then ran my hand in circles down near her thighs. The first time my fingers brushed her pussy it was genuinely accidental. But she didn’t complain, in fact she spread her legs a bit, so as I continued stroking her butt up and down and ran my fingers up and down her slit and across her anus with every pass.

Sarah’s breathing became heavier, almost panting, and my fingers were sticky with her juice. I stopped for a moment, pausing to smell the heavenly aroma of her cunt, then asked “Well young lady, are you ready to clean now?” I almost laughed, I thought I sounded corny and anyway she was three months older than me.

“Humph!”, she wiggled her butt at me. “Why would I be ready for anything? Have you been spanking me? I don’t feel a thing.”

I felt emboldened. She clearly liked what we were doing, and I knew I did. My dick hadn’t softened even a little after I’d cum.

Without any warning, I started swatting her again, this time harder and faster.

**CRACK** **CRACK** **CRACK** **CRACK** **CRACK** **CRACK** **CRACK** **CRACK**

I paused after the eighth, and again stroked up and down her butt and across her pussy. Her ass was darker pink than before, and her pussy seemed wetter than ever. I got bolder this time, starting each run up her butt by reaching down to the front of her cunt, pushing my fingers against her clit, then my middle finger almost into her slit while my ring and index finger stroked up her lips, across her asshole, and then up to the base of her spine.

Sarah shuddered, I wondered if she was cumming, then I started spanking her again.

**CRACK**

This time I really got into the spanking, watching her butt change color, watching it jiggle and twitch as I swatted. Despite earlier thinking I could stare at her pussy forever I was now delighted just in the way her ass cheeks rippled while I spanked. I lost track of how many swats I’d given her, but it must have been more than twenty.

Each swat now produced a cute little grunting sound, and Sarah’s breathing was definitely coming in panting gasps. I looked towards her face for the first time since I’d started and saw that tears were forming at the corner of her eyes, which were closed.

Finally I stopped and returned to rubbing her cheeks, cunt, and asshole. This time I played openly with her pussy, up near her clit, for a moment before stroking from the top of her lips all the way across to her asshole. After I did this a few times she gasped, then moaned and shuddered and I had no doubt at all this time that she’d just had an orgasm.

I started giving her a light swat after each stroke now. Pet, spank, pet, spank. Soon she was grinding her hips against my lap, and moaning loudly. I came again as she did, and she groaned as she came too.

We caught our breath, and I asked my question again: “Are you ready to clean now, or do you need some more punishment?” We both knew what I wanted her answer to be, and I almost laughed with relief when she gave it.

“I’m never cleaning another thing, no matter how hard you spank me.”

Her shorts and panties were down around her ankles, and she jumped as I pulled them all the way off. Then I stood her up. “Well, if I can’t spank you hard enough with my hand I guess you’ll have to get a paddle.”

Sarah flushed a little, I couldn’t tell if it was excitement, embarrassment at the fact that I was staring at her pussy, or embarrassment that she knew I knew she got spanked. She had more hair above her lips on her mound than on them, I could clearly see her lips and the valley between them. Then she shrugged a little and stripped off her top.

“I’ll get a paddle, you be naked when I get back.” She gave me a sort of crooked smile, tossed her top towards the dirty clothes bag, and left the room.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her pinkish red ass as she left, but once she was out of sight I got undressed quicker than I ever had before in my life. My underwear was already a mess, so I wiped the rest of the cum off my dick as best I could, and tucked them under my pants just as Sarah came back.

The bouncing of Sarah’s breasts as she walked back into the room pulled my eyes off her pussy. Her breasts were small, AA cup I remembered from all the bras I’d picked up, and mostly made of her puffy and pale nipples. I had an urge to fondle and pinch them. In her right hand she had the smallest paddle.

Stopping just a few feet from me, I realized that Sarah was staring at my erect cock as much as I was staring at her breasts and pussy. After a few moments that felt like forever, I pulled her to my side and then over my lap again.

My dick was trapped between her hip and my belly and it took a tremendous effort of will not to hump against her hip. Instead I picked up the paddle and gave her a quick swat on her right cheek.

Sarah jumped and squealed at the swat, and I delivered one to her left side with a much sharper **CRACK** sound than my hand had produced. This time she didn’t jump or squeal, but did grunt softly with the blow.

**SMACK**

**CRACK**

**SMACK**

**CRACK**

After four more swats I put the paddle on the bed and started rubbing her butt which was now much redder than before. She purred as my hands ran across her cheeks. After rubbing her ass for a while, I let my fingers drift downward to her pussy and anus. My fingers slid across her cunt while I massaged her asshole with my thumb, and this time she didn’t purr, she moaned. My finger slid between her slick lips and across her clit and she shuddered and I felt sure she was cumming. I almost came myself then, and probably would have if I hadn’t shot my wad twice already. Instead I continued rubbing her while she humped against my hand, shuddering, gasping, and moaning.

I’d read that women came for longer than men, but seeing it was something else. It seemed like she was cumming for hours! Finally though she flopped across my lap, limp and spent, and I returned to gently stroking her butt.

“Mmmmmmm…” I jumped a little when Sarah spoke, I’d been in a world of my own entranced by the sight of her beautiful pussy and asshole, and the feel of her hot, smooth ass. “It’s not like this when mom spanks me.”

I laughed a little shakily “I guess you liked it then?”

“Yes. God yes. Um…” She rolled over and looked up at me blushing such a deep red it made her butt look pale. “I wondered… would you, you know, eat me out?”

Instead of answering, I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs, and kissed her right on her hole. I’d never licked a pussy before, though I’d read plenty in Penthouse Letters about it. I sniffed and felt almost drunk from the delicious musk of her pussy. I’m a perv, I’d sniffed panties before when I could get away with it, hell I’d sniffed some of her’s just an hour ago so I knew her scent, but that was nothing compared to the intense, amazing, pleasurable, delicious, smell of a pussy right under my nose.

I pushed my face into her crotch, wishing I could breathe pussy, and started licking from the bottom of her gash, probing her hole with my tongue, all the way up across her urethra and to her clit. She tasted salty, a little sour, and heavenly. The smell and taste of her pussy was the best thing I’d ever experienced, and I wished I could smell her forever.

Despite having no experience, I did pay attention to her response and let her guide me to what worked best for her, and soon I was flicking her clit with my tongue, sucking on it, and occasionally nibbling, until she shuddered and groaned in another orgasm that filled her pussy with more delicious juice for me to lap up.

I was prepared to keep licking and try to make her cum a third time, but she pushed my head away. “Too much,” she groaned and kept twitching as aftershocks of her orgasm ripped through her. I crawled up until our heads were level and snuggled against her, stroking her back and ass, and soon she seemed recovered.

“Thanks,” she kissed me, tasting herself on my lips. “Let me show you how it felt!”

I let her push me onto my back, and then she was licking my cock from balls to tip.

Nuzzling the base of my cock, inhaling my scent as I’d inhaled her’s earlier, Sarah apparently found it enjoyable. Then she licked up to the tip, opened her mouth and took me in. The warm wet slickness of her mouth, the feel of her tongue on the underside of my penis was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life. Her head bobbed down once, twice, and then I exploded I my third orgasm. She kept sucking, swallowing, bobbing up and down, while I moaned, twitched, and sprayed her tonsils with my cum.

As I shuddered in the aftershocks of my own orgasm, Sarah snuggled against me. My softening dick was trapped between our bodies, and her small breasts squashed against my still hairless chest.

“Mmmmmmm…” I sighed, “that was amazing. Thank you.”

She chuckled. “It was pretty good for me too, thanks yourself.”

We lay there for a timeless while with no need to talk, just luxuriating in our closeness and our afterglow. Eventually we separated a bit, and Sarah looked briefly uncomfortable, blushed, and pulled the paddle out from under her hip.

“Um.” I stopped, worried I’d ruin things if I asked, but I couldn’t stop myself. “How often does she use that?”

Sarah flushed darker. “I get a spanking every couple of weeks.”

“Wow. I had no idea… Like this one?” I kicked myself for asking.

“What? Eewww! No! She just spanks me. After it’s over, well, yeah I get hot and I rub off in my room. But she doesn’t, you know, touch me or anything.” She poked me and smiled. “And mom spanks a lot harder than your little love taps.”

“I’ll have to spank you harder next time then.” I tried to sound confident, joking, and sexy, but it came out more like a question.

“Yeah, you will…”

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