Interracial Spanking: Strict Neighbor Puts Bratty Girl Over Her Knee
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Bratty Girl Starts An Argument With Ebony Neighbor
It was a hot summer day, the asphalt shimmering outside. I was watering my plants on the balcony when I saw her again: Chloe, the girl from next door.
Eighteen. Slim, but with a tight little ass packed into way-too-tight pink leggings shorts. White sneakers, a short top that showed her belly button.
And that face… sweet, almost doll-like, with big eyes and a pouty mouth that clearly knew how to wrap men and women around its little finger. But behind that innocence was a real brat.
I’d told her before not to blast her music at night. And today she was standing in the hallway, chewing gum, headphones around her neck, just ignoring me. Then she rolled her eyes when I brought it up again.
“What? It’s just a little bass. Chill out, Grandma.”
Grandma? I’m forty-two, in top shape, curves in all the right places—and not the kind of woman you call that. That was it.
“Come with me, little girl.”
She laughed, but I didn’t let go. One hand on her arm, the other firm on her waist. I pulled her into my apartment. Door shut. She didn’t look quite so confident anymore. And I was ready.
Strict Neighbor Pulls Girl Over Her Knee
She stood in my living room, hands on her hips, but her eyes were shifting. She had no idea what was coming. I sat down in my wide armchair, spread my legs, and looked straight at her.
“You seriously need a lesson in respect.”
“What, you gonna spank me or something?” She laughed, but her voice cracked.
I grabbed her wrist, pulled her forward. Before she could react, she was across my thigh. 163 centimeters—lightweight. No trouble for me. Her legs hung off the side, her little white sneakers twitching in the air.
“Exactly that.”
She squirmed. “Hey! What the—”
I held her down, one arm across her back. Those pink shorts clung to her ass, which was now perfectly rounded up over my lap.
“When you act like a brat, you get treated like one.”
I grabbed both sides of the leggings and pulled them down. They resisted over her cheeks, then slid past them, gathering at her knees. Underneath: a tiny white thong. Barely more than a string. I slid that down too, with a single flick of my finger.
Now she was over my knee with her bare bottom exposed. Round, firm, smooth… and exactly where I wanted it.
Bare Bottom Gets Spanked Bright Red
I ran my palm lightly over her white skin. Warm. Soft. A little tense. She flinched at my touch and turned her head.
“You can’t just—”
Smack!
The first slap was loud. Hollow. Right on her right cheek. She gasped. My handprint bloomed red across her pale skin.
Smack!—left side this time.
She wriggled. Her little hands clawed at the arm of the chair. I held her down tight, not giving her a chance to slip away. One smack after another landed on her cute bottom, alternating cheeks, no mercy.
She kicked. Her sneakers jerked, legs flailing. Her voice cracked with embarrassed protests.
“Let me go! Stop it!”
But I didn’t stop. I kept going. Hard. Precise. I wanted her to feel this tomorrow, every time she sat down.
Her ass was getting redder by the minute. I paused to run my palm across her hot skin. She shivered.
“Still feeling sassy?” I asked.
No answer. Her lips pressed tight. So I gave her more.
Smack-smack-smack!—a fast flurry, both sides, low and deep, where it stings the most.
Brat Kicks and Struggles Over Big Mama’s Knee
She was starting to lose it. Her movements were wilder now. She tried to lift herself up, but I pushed her right back down with one strong arm.
“You’re staying right here, little miss.”
Her cheeks were glowing, but not just the ones on her bottom. Her face was burning red too. She was clearly humiliated. And I could see exactly what that was doing to her. Her thighs tightened. Knees trembled.
I rubbed her swollen cheeks slowly with my palm. The contrast between the glowing red and her soft pale skin was stunning. I let my fingers drift lower, teasing the sensitive spot beneath the curve.
“This is what consequences look like.”
She whimpered as I started again. Deep, solid smacks. Not rushed. Every one of them landed with weight. Her bottom bounced with each impact. The cheeks jiggled, flexed, and blushed deeper.
Then she kicked out—one last protest. I caught her foot and pinned it under my leg.
“I said: You. Stay. Down.”
She had no choice. Her body shook. Her moans were soft now. No more sass. Just hard, hot smacks she had no choice but to take.
Hard Spanking Turns Brat Into Good Girl
Her bottom was nearly solid red now. Shiny, hot to the touch. The edges had darkened slightly. Her legs hung limp, hands draped by her head. I stroked over the burning skin again, proud of the heat I’d put into her.
“Have you learned your lesson?” I asked, calmly.
A small nod. Quiet. Her voice came out low, almost ashamed.
“Yes…”
“Say it louder.”
“Yes… I learned my lesson.”
I smiled. I tugged the thong back up, slow and deliberate, letting the fabric slide against her swollen cheeks. She flinched.
Then the pink leggings came back up. Tight over her punished bottom, barely fitting now. I helped her up. Her eyes were glassy, but not defiant anymore.
I placed a finger under her chin, made her look at me.
“If you step out of line again, you know what happens.”
She nodded. Stayed quiet as I gave her one last firm, slow smack on top of the leggings.
“Good girl.”
