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T-shirt and panties, so when I grabbed her and pulled her over my lap, she had little protection. When I gave her her first spank, she really started cursing at me. I stopped (keeping my hand on her panty-covered bottom) and calmly said, “If you don’t stop, I’ll take your panties down and really let you have it.”
    Again she told me I wouldn’t dare, adding, “You’re not my father.” That stung, and I was determined to sting her in return. I pulled her bikini panties right off, exposing her round little bottom. She squeezed her legs together so I couldn’t see anything, but I knew that a few well-placed swats would soon change that.
    I lectured her first, and then really began spanking her. After about a dozen slaps she started crying and kicking her legs, begging me to stop. Her bottom was turning a pleasant shade of red, and I was really getting turned on by all her squirming. It had been a long time since I’d administered a good spanking, and I was enjoying myself immensely.
    I was equally enjoying the sight of her pussy lips, which were now in plain view, as red and swollen as her white cheeks were becoming. As I continued to spank her, I noticed that her lips were getting moist, as I had hoped they would, and she was moaning. Just when I was getting well into the game, though, she started to apologize. It was unbearable to me to stop, but there was really no excuse for going on, so I withheld my hand, and stood her in the corner.
    While all this was going on, her friend Moira had been yelling at me and calling me names, saying she’d have me arrested for assault. I told her if she didn’t mind her own business she’d get the same treatment, hoping of course that she would ignore my warning. I wasn’t disappointed. She continued swearing at me.
    When I finished with Bonnie I grabbed Moira, a small blonde, easy to turn across my knee. Moira was wearing a nightgown, and when I pulled it up to her waist, I found she wasn’t wearing any panties. As I began spanking her, her pale white skin quickly turned red and she continued to twist and wiggle, trying to escape. Nonetheless, it was soon clear that she too was aroused by my efforts, as the very strong smell of her pussy juice told me.
    She was much more stubborn than Bonnie, and ended up being spanked much longer. At first Moira didn’t want me to know she was enjoying herself, but after a while she abandoned her attempt to hide her pleasure and began openly humping my knee. She continued crying and kicking, but her hard, fat clit was pressed against my leg and she bounced up and down instead of twisting and trying to get away. Before I finished she had an orgasm, and her juices flowed and left a wet spot on my pants.
    I stood her in a corner also, and told them I wouldn’t release them until they stopped crying and apologized. The sight of these two shapely young girls rubbing their sore, red bottoms was a sight to behold. Bonnie asked me very humbly if she could put her panties back on, but I told her no. They both held out a little longer, but soon Bonnie, and then Moira, apologized very contritely. I let them go about their business, while I ran back to my bedroom to release my own pent-up tension.
    Later, Bonnie and my wife went shopping. Moira stayed home to rest. I was out by the pool when Moira came out wearing a skimpy black bikini. She asked me to rub cold cream on her tender bottom and suntan lotion on her back. She managed to lie in the sun, but only on her stomach, as her bottom was so sore.
    Since this first episode, they have both come to visit again, and both have found ways to force me to give them spankings. Not that I need forcing, you understand, but there’s something to be said for maintaining the illusion. My wife now agrees that we should have used spankings to punish Bonnie years ago. Bare-bottom spankings have become the standard punishment in our home.—
G.W., Galveston, Texas
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