Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

... need the punishment to atone for the hurt you gave me. You know you won't be happy until you submit to it."

"Very well." He had been reading her mind. She was astounded that as he spoke she felt ashamed of herself. 'My sweet slut' had been used as a pet name. He hadn't intended it to hurt her; it hadn't hurt her, it had aroused her. She wasn't angry at him; she was angry at herself. She had bitten him only to... She didn't know why she had bitten him. Yes, she did know. She wanted to punish herself for her slutty feelings. She wouldn't admit that to herself, so she had used him. She had bitten him so he would punish her. "You are right. I am sorry, David. I really wasn't angry at you. I didn't mean to hurt you." The tears welled up in her eyes. "As soon as we're home, you can spank me. I'd go with you right now, but I did promise Cyndi that game of pool." She saw Cyndi start to walk over toward them; they would be able to go in just a few minutes.

"No! Punishment should always be given as soon as possible after the offence." Leila stared at David in amazement. He could not possibly mean what he seemed to be saying. She sat there frozen. "You need to receive a spanking and you need to receive it right now."

Leila's Love Story, Part 8

"You need... a spanking... right now." The words just rang in her ears. "A spanking." Here in the bar. "Right now." In front of all these men. Leila's body froze. She couldn't breathe. Her stomach contracted into a tiny knot of fear. ...

... She turned a pasty white as all the blood drained from her face. "A spanking." Her vaginal lips twitched. Her nipples, which had softened, popped back out again. "Right now." The words echoed again. In front of strangers, men, Cyndi. Her breath came in great gasps, her pussy clenched and released. she was no longer dripping on the chair, she was flooding it. This was too humiliating. She could feel her face turn fire-engine red. Then the fear; she froze again. The humiliation. The conflicting emotions raced alternately through her mind and body. She was thinking she must look like a damned barber pole as her face turned alternately red and white.

"Come, Leila, lie across my knee." David must have taken her silence for acceptance, but she absolutely could not do this. She would never survive the humiliation, lying across her daddy's knee and being spanked. After all, she was 11 years old today. By her 11th birthday, a girl is too grown up to be spanked. She lay down across her daddy's knee. Thank goodness no-one had arrived for her party yet. If any of her friends knew about this, she would have to move away.

"What's going on?" Leila heard Cyndi's question and looked up at the waitress towering above her as she lay across David's lap, her ass up in the air, her private parts peeking out between her thighs at her darts opponents. They looked as dumbfounded as they had when she had planted that kiss on Bob, but they were clearly enjoying the glorious moon she was giving ...