Corner Talk

This story by Stranger is used on the Old Tom Archive with permission.

Cor­ner Talk

By Stranger

“And what does that make you?” I asked, twist­ing her nip­ples and rub­bing the bulge in my pants against the back of her shiny black panties.

“A bad, wicked girl,” she answered, her wrists hooked over the top hinge of the closed door as she faced the cor­ner, breath­ing heav­ily and push­ing back against me as my throb­bing cock rubbed into the crack of her ass.

“That’s right. A bad, wicked girl,” I said, slid­ing my hands down over her belly and past the waist­band of her high-​​cut panties, spread­ing my fin­gers and pulling back on her hips as I did. “And what hap­pens to bad, wicked girls who don’t behave?” I asked.

She took in a quick breath and hes­i­tated before answering.

“Well?” I whis­pered into her ear as I leaned for­ward, press­ing her into the corner.

“They get spanked,” she answered in a quiet voice.

“That’s right. They get spanked. And where exactly do these bad, wicked girls get spanked?” I asked, run­ning my fin­gers down along the elas­tic bands which encir­cled her legs.

“On their bare bot­toms,” she whispered.

“Where?” I asked again.

“They get s-​​spanked on their bare bot­toms,” she stam­mered, her chest ris­ing and falling with shal­low breaths.

“That’s exactly right. They get spanked on their bare bot­toms. And if I were to have to spank one of these naughty bad girls on her bare bot­tom, where would she be at the time?” I asked, pulling my hands upward and gen­tly rub­bing them over her fleshy mound.

“She’d be over your knee,” she whis­pered as I forced her hips for­ward and deeply mas­saged her mons with the tips of my fingers.

“That’s right. Over my knee. And how would I spank this naughty, wicked girl who was over my knee?” I asked, lightly stroking her cli­toris through the soft satin panties.

“With your hand,” she answered, breath­ing a lit­tle faster than before.

“Cor­rect. I’d spank her on her bare bot­tom with my hand,” I said, slid­ing my fin­gers down along her slit. “And would it be a hard spank­ing?” I asked, feel­ing her wet­ness as I reached fur­ther down.

“Oh, yes! A very hard spank­ing!” she gasped as she moved her feet slightly apart, allow­ing my fin­gers to con­tinue to travel down­ward between her legs.

“That’s right, honey. She’d get a very hard spank­ing on her bare bot­tom,” I said, press­ing the mate­r­ial up into her pussy with one hand and still stroking her clit with the other. “And after she got her very hard spank­ing and her bot­tom was burn­ing and red, what else would hap­pen to her?” I asked.

“She’d get fucked,” she answered between pant­ing breaths.

“That’s exactly right. Fucked. And where would she get fucked?” I asked as I ground my pelvis into her.

She hes­i­tated.

“Where would I have to fuck this bad, naughty girl I just had to spank until she cried? Answer me.”

“In her ass,” she whispered.

“That’s right, honey… And you’ve been a very bad girl.”

Stranger’s sto­ries are archived on his web page at: http://www.mindspring.com/~strngr/

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