I couldn't resist this hot little Spanking scene...
To set the stage: When 18 year old Andie is found whipping her own ass in her grandfather's barn, her friend, Zooey, is as surprised and turned-on as the embarrassed Andie. Zooey takes over, using the birch whips on Andie's ass, quickly turning the occasion into one that has them both cumming in the steamy heat of that hot summer night. Though Andie begs Zooey to keep quiet, her irrepressible friend soon spills the nasty secret to Andie's best friend Harper and boyfriend, Billy. Suddenly, the awkward, once painfully shy, farm girl has a Master in charge of her life and two cunning Mistresses on the sidelines, happy to attend the amazing show that Billy makes of her. When she's ordered to surrender, there's nothing this girl won't do for the sexual thrill.
Andie’s first taste of Billy’s belt came shortly after that defining fuck in the barn, the day they were in his Jeep, heading out of town toward the lake. He and Harper were in the front seats of the open Wrangler. It was decided that Zooey and Andie would sit in the small bench seat in the back.
From my novel The Summer of Andie's Shame
“You’re going naked,” Billy told Andie when they picked her up at the farm and drove out of the yard. He stopped the Jeep not far from the spot where Andie had masturbated just days before, and pulled into the brush, well off the road. “Get undressed right now.”
“But I can’t do that, Billy. Someone will see!” Andie protested her voice cracking painfully.
“On these back roads? I don’t think so. Go on, take off your clothes,” he said, while turning around in his seat and leveling her with a piercing stare.
Billy’s hand went for his belt. Andie could tell even from the back seat what the move implied.
“You gave us your word, Andie. Remember our agreement?” Harper said. She was directly in front of her and had to turn in her seat to see her friend’s face. “Don’t disappoint me.”
Andie didn’t move. She sat in the back of the Jeep, while Billy waited for her to do as ordered.
“Do it, Sissy.” His voice had a threatening urgency that made her shudder.
When she didn’t move, he finally opened the door, stepped out and moved around to her side of the Jeep, where he leaned on the open window frame with lips pursed and an odd air of amusement in his expression.
“I could blister your ass, take off your clothes myself and leave you here. You want that?” he proposed.
She still didn’t respond.
This was a first class face off that continued for several interminable minutes, until a fed-up Billy finally hoisted Andie from the car as if she was a six-year-old kid and carried her into the woods under his arm.
The move shocked the terrified girl. Her mind raced out of control wondering how far he would go. This summer had suddenly descended into a decadent indulgence of sexual appetites and power games…Zooey’s, hers, and now Billy’s and Harper’s. But where Andie had once envisioned Billy as Harper’s sidekick, the idea of him as an occasionally useful afterthought changed in her mind once she felt his powerful force move through her again.
The prickly undergrowth of the woods scratched at Andie’s bare arms and legs, until Billy finally stopped in an open space some fifteen feet off the road and out of sight. Even Harper and Zooey who waited in the Jeep wouldn’t be able to see.
Billy’s plan was firmly set. He quickly found a place to raise his leg and securely rest his boot, then he shoved Andie over the hard muscle of his thigh, lifting her sundress over her ass and surveying his target. The two mounds of soft flesh were still marred a bit from a previous spanking Zooey had given her, but they were healed enough to take another right over top.
Drawing his belt from his jeans, he doubled the leather in his right hand and began smacking Andie’s ass with forceful strokes, hitting her without letting up, covering every square inch of her soft behind and the tender places at the base of her ass, until she was squirming and jerking, cawing hysterically for him to stop. She wailed like crazy almost from the outset, which surprised him. Since the girl knew how to take a good strapping without a fuss—so he’d been told—he decided that her cries were a sign of real distress and she’d had enough. Stopping, he added a few well-chosen words to punctuate the punishment.
“You going to defy me, Andie Forrest? You going to break your promises to me the first day?” he queried her in a rough voice, still holding her in place, the belt still poised to strike again.
“No, sir,” Andie immediately answered. Her bottom felt like hell. Zooey’s punishment certainly packed a punch, but it was nothing like the firestorm of pain Billy rained on her.
“You’re sure?” He gave her another rough smack across the center of her stinging cheeks.
“Yes, yes, sir. I’m sure,” she gulped back tears.
“Then take off your dress.” He pulled her off his knee, stood her back on her feet and waited for her to follow the instruction.
Andie stood up, shivering to the bone, despite the fact that the day was warm with hardly a chill breeze in the summer air. The two nights prior had been beset with dreams and her waking mind had been awash with a thousand thoughts that never settled. This was Billy—not Harper, not Zooey—and the desire in her body was more rampant than she’d ever felt. This wasn’t right, or was it? Was it right to question what was happening to her? Should she confess the feelings that haunted her? Harper and Billy would probably say no, just do as she was told.
She waited too long to act and Billy threatened again. “Do I need to start over?” She looked down, seeing the leather clenched tightly in his fist.
“No, sir.” She began to disrobe…an easy task since she wore just the sundress for anyone of her owners’ easy access to the body they now owned by her consent.
She shrugged the thin material off her shoulders and caught it before it reached the ground and stepped out, leaving herself completely naked. A subtle breeze made goosebumps break out over her skin and her nipples shrivel into knots.
Billy smirked in that sexual way he had that made her so ill at ease. Then he shook his head and took her by the hand, leading her back through the woods to the car. He her lifted into the seat where she slunk down to hide.
“You won’t be defying me again, will you?”
“No, sir,” she confirmed.
Zooey giggled next to her, while Harper smirked, smugly triumphant.
Billy climbed in, gunned the engine and took off for the lake, driving purposely toward the private end on a deserted road leading to a secluded beach where they wouldn’t be disturbed.
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