spankedHe dropped into the chair with a heavy sigh and seemed to glare at her. He had something of a cruel mouth, especially when it twitched at the corners as if he was about to make a pronouncement. The smooth lines of business suit did nothing to disguise his heavy broad shoulders that would have been better suited to a labourer rather than a businessman.

“I can explain,” she offered nervously.

He frowned and cocked his head to one side as if waiting for her to say more.

Porsche pulled a wayward strand of flame red hair from her mouth as she pulled a lemon face. What did he know, she pondered?

“The car insurance… I am sorry I forgot, but if I phone now…” she broke off; from his face she knew he didn’t know she hadn’t posted the form. “Eh… I am only a little overdrawn, but you did say…”

Porsche gulped and hugged herself nervously. It seemed prudent just then to take a small step back out of his reach. The green woollen dress she had worn that day matched her eyes and showed off her full figure to good effect. But suddenly it seemed a trifle too much in the warmth of the day.

“You know about the car don’t you?” she left her mouth open as if an excuse would come quicker that way. “The garage said it would be fine and…”

He folded his arms and gave her the strangest look.

“What happened to the car?”

Porsche winced. He hadn’t known about the car either. Me and my big mouth, she cursed inwardly.

“It was just a small bump and anyway it wasn’t my fault. How was I to know they had changed the layout of the car park at…” she continued to babble until he held up his commanding hand to stop her.

“You seem to be having quite a day of it,” he growled.

She winced again and dropped her chin to her chest to regard him through crinkled eyes.

“What have I done anyway?” she asked meekly.

“I hadn’t been aware that you had done anything until you opened your mouth,” he told her as his nostrils flared like an angry bull.

“Oh,” she said.

“The Barnes contract has fallen through and as you might imagine I am a tiny bit pissed off.” He returned a broad humourless grin that hung on his face for less than a second.

Porsche winced again and began backing away.

“I’ll just go and…”

He crooked a finger at her.

“I think you know what I am thinking,” he said in a dark voice.


“Guess again,” he was sharp.

“You’re thinking that it would be a good idea to put me across your knee for a spanking,” she mumbled.

He cocked an eyebrow at her by way of a warning. It needed a slight trim, she thought idly; it was a distraction.

“Eh…” she swallowed, “A sound spanking on my bare bottom.”

“That, my girl, is about the size of it,” he said seriously.

“But…” she pointed over her shoulder as if she had just thought of something better to do.

But it was in vain as he took her arm in one easy motion and tumbled her helplessly across his lap.

“Come on you can’t” she wailed.

Ignoring her and taking her firmly by the hips and waist, he slipped the stretchy material into the small of her back and exposed her small, but respectable knickers as they struggled to contain her ample behind.

“I didn’t mean to…” she began, adding a surprised “ooh,” as he hooked his thumb in her waistband and drew the briefs smoothly down over her thighs.

She was wearing bright red shoes he noticed, it complemented the red on her cheeks and the cascade of unruly hair that framed her now inverted face.

“Come on, someone might come in and…”

His hand landed with a crisp impact on the white firmness of her tail and left a hand-shaped patch that rapidly pinkened.

“Ooh, please I…” she squealed.

“You have a few things to atone for,” he growled, “You’ll look quite becoming when you get to stand in the corner.”

“Oh no please, I feel so silly when…” she began before she announced a heartfelt, “Ow.”

His hand clapped down twice more leaving quite visible red marks now, marks which she did her best to shake off as she shimmied and squirmed in his lap.

“Can’t we talk about this?” she wailed, with a side departure to, “Ouch that hurts.” And then she added a much more vocal, “Ow. Seriously now, this is quite…”

He words were lost in a hiss through her teeth followed by a pained grunt.

“Oh I am serious,” he said, “And we won’t be through until you are very seriously red.”

“Yah, nooo please… ah,” she babbled, “At least…”

Her breathing was coarse and accompanied an impotent but decided attempt to lever herself off his lap with her hands at his thighs.

“I am going to give you the sound spanking you have coming and then after a good while in the corner I am going to spank you again for good measure you…” he let his hands continue.

“Ow,” she shrieked, “Okay, okay, but… about corner time…”

As she squirmed her red mane of hair thrashed about like a whip in time the bucking of her ample red bottom; a bottom that was set to become much redder before he was done.

“Nooo it’s not fair,” she said in a raspberry wail as she surrendered to tears, her bottom now a deep hard red.


2 Responses to “Red”

  1. 1 paul1510

    strangely, it’s never fair, but always necessary. 🙂

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