Lesbian Female / 27
We were headed to a party for my girlfriend's birthday; I was running late. I quickly jumped into the shower, and put on a blouse and a pair of jeans and a blouse (no panties) and headed out to meet her.
Throughout the party, she (21) kept touching and stroking me. I kept avoiding her advances as I didn't want her to know I didn't have panties on. She was frustrated and I could tell she was angry. It was a deadly silent ride home. She didn't say a word to me.
We got back to my place and asked me what's up with me. I told her I wasn't in the mood and went to get changed. We got into a huge argument; she started to leave and I apologized. I kissed her, asked her not to leave. We kissed, had foreplay, and she started taking off my top. She started unbuttoning my jeans. I stopped her. She started getting upset and asked me what the hell is going on with me. I knew how she felt about me not wearing panties. I made up excuse after excuse and then she caught on.. in a stern voice, she told me to take my jeans off and warned me that I'd better have panties on underneath my jeans. I was flustered, caught; my heart stated pouring.
I stood there, froze. I was excited and scared at the same time. I knew what was coming. She repeated herself, telling me that she wasn't going to ask a third time. I started to break as tears began to flow. I apologized. She grabbed my arm and escorted me to the bedroom. She told me to get on the bard and said to me "don't you dare move" before going into the master bath. I sat there excited, ashamed snd scared at the same time.
After a few seconds, she came back into the bedroom. As soon as I saw the hairbrush I became mess. I sobbed, apologized, reach out to her. She was cold. She said get up and pulled me up, sat on the bed before bending me over. She started spanking me with the hairbrush. OMG those things are awful. Even with jeans on, hurt like hell. The more I moved and thrashed around, the harder she delivered the strokes. It was an out-of-body experience it hurt like a bitch but I orgasmed!. By the time she was done, which seems like an eternity, I had orgasmed several times. When she told me to get up, her jeans were wet with my cum.
She made me apologize. Took my jeans off and stroked my blistering butt as I hugged her and sobbed. She told me how she hats to do that to me but she didn't mind reminding me of the consequences of my behaviour sometimes. She told me that if I wanted to be a slut, all I had to do was ask her. She told me to get the strap on out. She wore it. Made me suck, lick and deep throat it. That night she fucked the daylights out of me. It became the most intense night I ever had orgasm wise.
I never told her but I read her diary, I read how much it excited her the first time she spanked me and how much I longed for it. I never told her I didn't wear panties on purpose that night because it was to have been my birthday present to her: to allow her to enjoy that experience of spanking me a second time.
Love to all!
Throughout the party, she (21) kept touching and stroking me. I kept avoiding her advances as I didn't want her to know I didn't have panties on. She was frustrated and I could tell she was angry. It was a deadly silent ride home. She didn't say a word to me.
We got back to my place and asked me what's up with me. I told her I wasn't in the mood and went to get changed. We got into a huge argument; she started to leave and I apologized. I kissed her, asked her not to leave. We kissed, had foreplay, and she started taking off my top. She started unbuttoning my jeans. I stopped her. She started getting upset and asked me what the hell is going on with me. I knew how she felt about me not wearing panties. I made up excuse after excuse and then she caught on.. in a stern voice, she told me to take my jeans off and warned me that I'd better have panties on underneath my jeans. I was flustered, caught; my heart stated pouring.
I stood there, froze. I was excited and scared at the same time. I knew what was coming. She repeated herself, telling me that she wasn't going to ask a third time. I started to break as tears began to flow. I apologized. She grabbed my arm and escorted me to the bedroom. She told me to get on the bard and said to me "don't you dare move" before going into the master bath. I sat there excited, ashamed snd scared at the same time.
After a few seconds, she came back into the bedroom. As soon as I saw the hairbrush I became mess. I sobbed, apologized, reach out to her. She was cold. She said get up and pulled me up, sat on the bed before bending me over. She started spanking me with the hairbrush. OMG those things are awful. Even with jeans on, hurt like hell. The more I moved and thrashed around, the harder she delivered the strokes. It was an out-of-body experience it hurt like a bitch but I orgasmed!. By the time she was done, which seems like an eternity, I had orgasmed several times. When she told me to get up, her jeans were wet with my cum.
She made me apologize. Took my jeans off and stroked my blistering butt as I hugged her and sobbed. She told me how she hats to do that to me but she didn't mind reminding me of the consequences of my behaviour sometimes. She told me that if I wanted to be a slut, all I had to do was ask her. She told me to get the strap on out. She wore it. Made me suck, lick and deep throat it. That night she fucked the daylights out of me. It became the most intense night I ever had orgasm wise.
I never told her but I read her diary, I read how much it excited her the first time she spanked me and how much I longed for it. I never told her I didn't wear panties on purpose that night because it was to have been my birthday present to her: to allow her to enjoy that experience of spanking me a second time.
Love to all!
