Punishment Spanking: Angry Grandfather Spanks Naughty Brat
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Sexy Schoolgirl Struts Through Town
The moon glowed like a silver coin above the small town as Stella sauntered through the empty streets. Her sneakers scraped the asphalt, the sound a faint echo in the quiet night.
She was eighteen, a schoolgirl with a face that turned heads: big, sparkling eyes, full lips curled in a cheeky grin, and a body that screamed confidence in her tight leggings-shorts and crop top.
Her perfect, toned backside swayed with every step, as if daring the world to challenge her. Stella knew she was gorgeous. She felt like the queen of the world, untouchable, above everyone else’s rules.
Tonight, she’d laughed with friends at a bar, danced under neon lights, sipped rum and coke, and soaked up the stares of guys who looked at her like she was a masterpiece.
The time? Who cared. Rules? For others, not her.
She strolled up the driveway, gravel crunching under her feet, the scent of her grandma’s lavender beds thick in the air. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, ignored. She fished out the house key, its jingle sharp, and pushed open the front door.
Strict Grandpa Confronts Defiant Teen
Inside, the living room lamp cast a warm, yellow glow that spilled into the hallway.
Grandpa Carl sat in his worn leather armchair, arms crossed, his bushy brows knitted together. The TV was off, the silence heavy, like a storm about to break.
Stella kicked off her sneakers, leaving dirt smudges on the hardwood floor. She tossed her jacket over the coat rack, not bothering to hang it, and strutted into the living room. “Hey, Grandpa,” she said, her voice loud, edged with defiance, as she flicked her long, glossy brown hair back.
“Where were you?” Carl’s voice was calm but sharp, each word cutting like a blade.
He stood, his tall frame filling the room, his calloused hands clenching briefly before relaxing. Stella shrugged, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, her lips twisting into a smug smile.
“I was with friends. What’s the big deal? I’m eighteen, Grandpa. I do what I want.” Her eyes flashed, challenging him. Carl stepped closer, his gaze piercing. The faint scent of his woody, old-school aftershave reached her. “Ten o’clock, Stella. That was the rule,” he said, his voice low, unyielding.
Schoolgirl Faces Unexpected Punishment From Grandpa
“You think you’re the queen of the world, don’t you?” Carl’s tone was like thunder, tolerating no argument. Stella laughed, a sharp, mocking sound that bounced off the walls.
“Maybe I am. And you’re way too old-school, Grandpa. Relax.”
She turned to head upstairs, her hips swaying, but Carl’s hand shot out, grabbing her arm, not rough, but firm. Her heart skipped, not from fear but shock.
“Let me go!” she hissed, her cheeks flushing with anger, her voice sharp.
“You live here, you follow my rules,” Carl said, his voice like a hammer striking stone. “If you act like a spoiled brat, you’ll be treated like one.”
Before Stella could process, he pulled her to the armchair, sat Hawkins sat, and yanked her over his lap.
Her stomach flipped, her hands flailed for balance. “What are you doing?” she shrieked, her voice high with disbelief. She squirmed, her legs kicking, but Carl held her firm, like a wriggling puppy, his arm pinning her in place.
Naughty Teen Receives Painful Punishment Over The Knee
“I’m too old for this!” Stella screamed, her voice cracking, half-angry, half-panicked. Her hands gripped the armchair’s edge, nails scratching the leather. Her leggings-shorts stretched tight over her backside, now embarrassingly raised.
Carl snorted. “Too old to be spanked but not too old to be disrespectful and break my rules.” His hand grabbed the waistband of her leggings and tugged them down to her knees in one swift motion.
Stella gasped, her cheeks burning with shame as her black thong, barely a strip of fabric, came into view.
“A thong?” Carl growled, his voice dripping with disapproval. “You wear this in public? Ridiculous.” Stella writhed, her legs thrashing, her hands slapping the chair.
“Stop! This is embarrassing!” she yelled, her voice wavering, panic creeping in.
Carl ignored her, hooking his fingers into the thong and pulling it down to join her leggings. Her bare backside was exposed, the cool air tingling on her skin. Shame flooded her, her face hot, her eyes stinging with tears she fought to hold back.
Punishment On Bare Butt: Grandfather Spanks Naughty Granddaughter
Carl grabbed a heavy wooden hairbrush from the side table, its broad, flat back gleaming. Stella’s heart raced as she caught it from the corner of her eye.
“No, Grandpa, please!” she begged, her voice softer, almost childlike.
The first smack landed with a loud crack, a sharp, burning pain shooting through her. She yelped, her legs jerking, her nails digging into the leather.
The second and third smacks followed, each a deafening snap echoing in the room, her cheeks bouncing with every hit, red marks blooming like fire. And the punishment continued…
“You’re late!” Crack. “You lie!” Crack. “You’re disrespectful!” Crack. Stella’s cries turned to whimpers, her legs flailing wildly, tears streaming down her face, dripping to the floor. The pain seared, each strike like her skin was ablaze.
Carl stopped after what felt like forever, her backside glowing red, oval marks pulsing. He pulled her leggings and thong back up, the fabric stinging against her raw skin.
“No TV. No going out. Two weeks’ house arrest,” he said, his voice softer but firm. “Up to your room.”
Stella stumbled upright, wincing with every step, the red marks faintly visible through her shorts, her pride shattered.
