Some of the girls I had never met before. Robin had pimples on her face and a very petite body with no curves whatsoever; flat chest, flat butt, flat stomach. She was extremely shy, painfully so. Whenever the girls came around me, she always stood behind them, hiding her nudity, and never met my eyes.
Megan was a beautiful little fox. Her butt jutted out just a bit, she had wider hips than the other girls, and her little B cup breasts were full and nicely shaped. She had a really cute face, and long blond hair. I enjoyed seeing her, and her image came to mind often as I lay in bed, stroking my dick to an orgasm before going to sleep. There was no doubt she would blossom into a remarkably beautiful woman.
One particular Friday, the girls were holed up in Christie’s room, talking and giggling, while I watched TV. I was nude, at the insistence of the girls. They came out of Christie’s room and walked past me on their way to the kitchen, where they filled tumblers with ice and grabbed a 2 liter bottle of Coke before going back to Christie’s room. I heard the door shut.
About an hour later, the girls came back out to refresh their ice. I happen to be walking back to the living room from the bathroom, and when I rounded the corner the girls ran into me. I could smell the scent of alcohol.
“You girls have been drinking,” I shouted. “You all know you aren’t supposed to be drinking.”
I was furious. The legal limit in our state was twenty one, and they were all eighteen or nineteen. They all looked down at the ground, and said nothing.
“Bring me the alcohol,” I demanded.
They went back into Christie’s room and came back out with a half gallon bottle of rum.
“Where did you get this?”
Not a peep.
“I want to know where this came from.”
I was angry. It was bad enough that my daughter risked getting me in trouble for bringing her girlfriends into our natural lifestyle. Now underage drinking on top of that? What was she thinking. She was going to be in big trouble tomorrow. I couldn’t have the girls drive home tonight, after drinking.
Finally Robin spoke up. She was hiding behind the other girls, as usual. I turned my gaze on her and she looked down.
She blushed furiously as she said, “I took it from my dad’s liquor cabinet.”
“You girls get in bed, now. And no talking or staying awake. Lights off in five minutes, understood?”
As the girls started to turn away, I added, “Not you, Robin. You stay here.”
If it was possible for her to blush redder, she did so. Even her ears burned bright red. When the other girls left, her nude body was totally exposed to my gaze. It was painful and awkward to look at her, when it obviously caused her such embarrassment. Then I noticed that there was pee running down her leg, pooling on the tile. She was so frightened, she had lost control of her bladder.
“Stay there,” I ordered, as I went to get spray cleaner and towels.
I gave her a wet towel, so she could wipe off her legs and feet, then a dry towel to dry herself. Meanwhile, I cleaned up the floor with paper towels and spray cleaner. When I was finished I stood, facing her.
“Robin, how did you expect your parents not to notice a missing half gallon of their liquor?
“They have a big liquor cabinet, and they entertain a lot. My parents don’t drink rum and they had two bottles, so I didn’t think they’d notice.”
I really felt sorry for Robin. She looked so pitiful, staring at the ground in red faced embarrassment. She must have also felt shame at having peed herself. Fortunately, her friends hadn’t noticed.
“Go get your things while I call your parents.”
She looked in my eyes for the first time. I could see the fear in her eyes.
“Oh, no, Mr. Meyers, please don’t do that. Please, please, don’t tell my parents.”
She began crying, sobbing uncontrollably, tears running down her face. I stood awkwardly, waiting for her to stop.
“Robin, please stop crying. Don’t you see, I have to let your parents know? I know I’d want to know in their situation. What you did was very wrong.”
She continued sobbing.
“I know, Mr. Meyers. I’m awful sorry. I’ll never do it again, only please, please, please don’t call my parents.”
“You must be punished, Robin. I have to call your parents.”
For the first time, I could see a spark of hope in her eyes, as an idea formed.
“Yes, Mr. Meyers, you can punish me. Only don’t call my parents, okay?”
“No, it’s not my place to punish you, and I can’t ground you since you aren’t my daughter.”
“Please, Mr. Meyers, don’t call my parents. Please. You can punish me.”
I’m not much of a disciplinarian, and the poor girl looked so pitiful I knew I couldn’t call her parents. But I was very angry. I didn’t like someone bringing alcohol into my house and serving it to underage teens.
“How does your father punish you when you’ve done something bad?”
“He used to give me spankings when I was younger. You could give me a spanking, Mr. Meyers. That would teach me a lesson.”
I had never spanked anyone in my life, and Robin was obviously way too old for that type of punishment. Still, I had to do something, and I couldn’t bear to call her parents, she looked so scared.
“Okay, come here, Robin.”
I sat on my ottoman, and she came over and lay across my legs. I could feel her heart beating very rapidly against my leg. Whether it was because of fear of the spanking, or embarrassment at being so exposed, or shame, I don’t know. Maybe a mixture of all three. At any rate, her heart beat frantically and her face was still beet red.
I tried to remember being eighteen, while looking down at her body. Would Robin have been attractive to me then? Probably; I was a horny little bugger back then. Anything in a skirt would probably have been attractive, no matter how under developed.
I didn’t really have my heart in it, but I began slapping her butt. From the first slap, she began crying, the tears running down her face onto my legs. I wasn’t hitting her very hard, but it must have been hard enough, because her pale begin to turn fiery red. Each slap turned white momentarily against the redness, then as I raised my hand, the red would fill in that area. After about twenty blows, I stopped. She was still sobbing, the tears streaking down her face.
“Shhh, shhh, shhh,” I murmured soothingly, as I rubbed her butt.
“It’s okay, Robin, it’s over now. Nothing more will be said about this ever again. Shhhh, shhh.”
I continued rubbing her sore bottom gently, trying to soothe her and calm her down. Gradually her crying subsided and she stilled.
I stopped rubbing, and she said, “Please don’t stop, Mr. Meyers, that feels good.”
I continued rubbing her sore bottom. She arched her back, offering her butt to me, and slightly spread her legs. I began rubbing a little lower and a little lower each time, and her back arched even more, her hips separating from my leg. I slipped my hand under her and cupped the mound of her pussy. I could feel the warmth. She started grinding her pussy on my hand. She moaned as I slipped a finger into her pussy. My finger easily slid in and out of her warm moistness.
I slipped a second, then a third finger in her. I wouldn’t have thought it possible that this very petite girl could so easily accommodate my three fingers, but she must have been very aroused. They stretched her out, and she began bucking on my hand, moaning and groaning.
My cock was hard, watching this young girl writhing at my touch. I replaced my fingers with my thumb, so I could use the knuckle of my index finger against her clit while I fucked her with my thumb. She began moaning loudly, and I was afraid the other girls would hear.
As she became more and more animated, I reached under her and found a nipple. She sharply inhaled when I touched it. I rolled it over and over, then found her other nipple and played with it. My hand flew over her clit as I worked my thumb in and out of her pussy.
She exploded with a violent, noisy orgasm, grunting incomprehensibly. She shook for almost a minute before beginning to relax. When she finally regained normal breathing, she looked up at me.
“Thank you, Mr. Meyers. Thank you for not calling my parents, and…. well, thank you for everything.”
She looked down at my crotch as she got up, and I could see her eyes widen. Her skin was flushed where she had lain against my legs. Some of my body hair was plastered to her skin by sweat. I told her to wait, and I wiped the hair off her body with a towel.
As she went to bed, she thanked me again. I told her to be quiet and not wake the other girls. While I washed my hands in the kitchen, Megan came in.
“What are you doing up?”
“I need to talk to you, Mr.
“What is it?”
“I couldn’t sleep, Mr. Meyers. I’ve done something wrong, and I feel terrible.”
“Go on.”
“I let Robin take my punishment. It was my idea to get the alcohol. I talked her into it. I saw her parent’s liquor cabinet, and I got the idea. Then I made her take it. I was scared, so I let her take my punishment. That was very wrong, and I feel horrible.”
“I can’t believe you did that to a friend. Did you see how upset she was?”
“Yes, she’s very shy, and it must have been very difficult for her. I feel terrible.”
I was going to enjoy this. Megan was the most beautiful young thing I believe I had ever seen, and she was basically begging me to whip her fine, naughty little ass. I had gotten hard as a rock whipping Robin, but this was going to be something extra special.
“Do you want me to call your parents and tell them about this?”
She looked alarmed. She must have heard me whipping Robin, or more likely Robin told her what happened, and she was expecting the same. She certainly hadn’t expected me to threaten calling her parents, and she didn’t seem thrilled at the prospect.
“Oh, no, Mr. Meyers, you can’t do that. They’ll kill me. Please, can’t you spank me like you did Robin?”
“How do you know I spanked Robin?”
“She told me.”
After she blurted it out, I could tell she regretted it.
“What else did she tell you?”
“N..n..n. nothing. Nothing else. Just that you spanked her instead of telling her parents. Can’t you do the same to me?”
“I supposed I could,” I said teasingly.
Looking at me from the corner of her eyes, she asked, “The exact same thing?”
“I suppose I should give it to you even harder, since you deserve more punishment. Not only did you coerce your friend into stealing, you basically lied about it. Are you sure you want it harder?”
“Yes, yes. Anything, just don’t call my daddy.”
I looked at her, standing there. She was swaying from foot to foot, obviously nervous. She looked down at the ground. Her firm breasts were topped with fat, puffy nipples. Would they get firm when she was aroused? Or would they stay soft and puffy. Either way, they were very sexy. Some lucky young boy was going to get quite the sexpot one day.
“Okay, come over here, Megan,” I ordered, quietly but firmly as I sat down on my ottoman.
She nervously and slowly walked toward me, sensuously swaying her hips just a bit. Was that for my benefit, or was that how she always walked?
“Lay across my legs.” When she had complied, I rested my hand on her bottom and said, “I gave Robin twenty, but you’re going to get twenty five. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she stammered nervously.
“Do you promise you will never again bring alcohol into my home while you’re underage?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you promise that you will never expose my daughter to alcohol while she’s underage?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very well, then this will be the end of it. After your punishment, all will be forgiven and forgotten.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I chuckled inwardly. I was a lousy disciplinarian, and the girls rarely obeyed anything I said, but Megan seemed genuinely frightened. This was going to be fun. Her firm ass jutted up.
I lifted my hand and struck her. She made an oomph noise, but didn’t cry or yell. By the time I had slapped her ten times, she was sobbing quietly. After eighteen, the tears were streaming down her face. Her ass was bright red. I was hard as a rock. The harder my dick got, the harder I slapped her butt. I wanted to finish this, so I could rub her butt and make it feel better. I had an overpowering urge to kiss her ass repeatedly.
As I neared the end, I could think of nothing but ramming my dick in her while sucking her big, puffy nipples. Her ass was rocking all over the place as she tried to avoid getting slapped on the same spot as so many had landed before.
Finally I landed the last one, and she laid sobbing and shaking across my legs. I softly caressed her beautiful ass and tried to soothe her, as I had done with Robin. I felt certain that Robin had told her everything. Is that why she had confessed? To get the same relief Robin had gotten? Was her confession even true, or had she just come up with it to get a handjob? These girls were all so over-sexed, with hormones raging through their bodies, it’s a wonder they didn’t fuck every boy they met. Hell, maybe they did.
As the pain subsided, Megan began responding to my caresses. She arched her back, raising her butt, and spread her legs. I decided to tease her.
“Okay, Megan, you can go back to bed now.”
“What? No, Mr. Meyers.”
“No? What do you mean no? It’s over. You can go to bed now.”
“Please, Mr. Meyers, it still hurts. A lot. Can you rub it a little longer?”
I chuckled inwardly again. As I had expected, Robin did tell the other girls what happened, and Megan desperately wanted me to play with her naughty little pussy.
“I suppose so, Megan, but it’s getting late, so you’ll need to go to bed soon.”
I rubbed and caressed her ass while quietly murmuring soothing words to her. She tried to make me touch her, moving her butt up and spreading her legs. As I got nearer the bottom of her butt, and nearer her pussy, she would jut her butt up in the air. But each time, I reversed direction, teasing her, never going below her anus.
Finally, when I unexpectedly and quickly moved my hand down, cupping her pussy, she sighed loudly. I found her opening with my thumb. It was so wet, I was able to fully insert my thumb within two strokes. She wiggled on my thumb as I found her clit. She was becoming more vocal.
“Awww, yes, yes, please, God, please,” she said, her head rocking back and forth.
I discontinued rubbing her and put my hand back on her butt. She grunted in frustration as my thumb came out of her pussy. I stroked her beautiful ass and continued murmuring.”
“There, there, now Megan. It’s all over now. No more pain.”
She writhed on my legs, desperate for me to fill her back up, desperate for pressure on her clit. She tried to get that pressure on her clit with my knee, but it wasn’t in the right place. She couldn’t get the friction where she needed it. She was…
