Spanking Punishment: Watching The Neighbor Spank The Brat Next Door
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Brat Walks In Like She Owns The Place
It started like nothing. A hot Thursday afternoon. I cracked open a beer, leaned against the doorframe of my apartment across the hall. Just minding my business.
Then I saw her.
She showed up late again, same as always. That little brat from across the street, coming to her tutor’s place for “lessons”.
Eighteen, blonde, tiny, sweet face, but I’d heard her mouth before. I’d heard her laugh loud in the stairwell. Seen her ignore his instructions like they were suggestions.
She walked in today like she always did: Chewing gum, phone in hand, tight jeans barely covering that bouncy little ass. Sneakers squeaking on the tile. Midriff showing under a tiny crop top. She didn’t even say hi.
Just strolled past him into his place like it was hers.
He said something. I couldn’t hear every word, but his tone was calm. Controlled. Like a man warning her for the last time.
Then she rolled her eyes. Big mistake.
Tutor Drags Young Lady Right Over His Knee
I saw it. Plain as day.
He grabbed her wrist and spun her around like it was nothing. Sat down in his big chair and pulled her across his lap.
It happened so fast, she didn’t even get a chance to argue. One moment she was smirking, and the next her face was down toward the carpet, her ass lifted right in the air over his thigh.
I didn’t move. Just leaned against my doorframe and sipped my beer. This was too good to interrupt.
She kicked, protested, tried to twist. Her little sneakers flailed behind her. But he had one hand flat on her back and the other already tugging at the waistband of her jeans.
She started yelling something… Muffled, embarrassed. But she wasn’t going anywhere.
I smirked. She had no clue I was watching.
Spanking Punishment: Jeans Down, Thong Down, Bare Ass Out
He yanked the jeans down slowly. They stuck for a moment on her hips—too tight, too low—but he worked them over her ass and dragged them to her knees.
And there it was. A black thong. Thin, tight, almost invisible.
And then, just like that… He hooked a finger under the waistband and pulled it down too.
Her bare ass bounced free.
Smooth. Round. Small and tight. Pale skin already flushing pink from how hard she was kicking.
She screamed again, but it came out high-pitched and helpless.
I adjusted my stance. Not to move. Just to get a better view.
She was completely exposed. Jeans tangled at her knees. Tiny thong stretched halfway down her thighs. Her naked butt up in the air, cheeks clenched. And I could see the exact moment his hand came down.
She jolted. Her whole body twitched. Her hair whipped sideways.
He went to work on her like it was routine. Calm, steady, full palm every time. Each strike bounced off her bare skin loud enough for me to hear it in the hall.
Her bottom danced with every smack. Flexed, bounced, wiggled.
And I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
Sexy Brat Squirms While Neighbor Watches Everything
She kicked harder. Her legs were flailing now, white sneakers thudding against the side of the chair. But he didn’t let up.
He pinned her wrist to her lower back with one hand and kept spanking with the other.
Over and over.
Her skin turned red. First in patches, then across both cheeks. The thong was still looped low around her thighs, caught between the movement of her legs. Her jeans bunched under her knees. Useless.
She was breathing fast now. Whimpering between smacks. Her hips rocked, trying to escape. But every time she lifted up, his hand brought her right back down with a crack.
It was beautiful.
She was losing the fight… Too sore, too humiliated to keep struggling. Her movements slowed. Her thighs started to tremble. Her toes pointed out stiff as she absorbed the full burn.
I didn’t say a word. I just watched. Right there in the open doorway.
And he knew I was there. Gave me a quick glance, just a flick of the eyes. He didn’t stop spanking. I gave a slow nod and lifted my beer.
Tutor Punishes Cheeky Young Woman Into Silence
He changed rhythm.
No longer just big swats. Now he was focusing. Smacking low, right at the crease where thigh met cheek. Right where it stings most.
She gasped. Then cried out.
That tight little ass was glowing now. A perfect shade of red. She wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for days.
“Say you’re sorry,” I heard him say.
She mumbled something.
“Louder.”
“I’m sorry!”
He kept her over his lap for a moment longer, letting her burn. His hand smoothed over her hot cheeks. She flinched, still shivering, totally quiet now. No sass. No attitude. Just a punished girl over a strong man’s knee.
And me, standing there, watching every second of it.
He finally pulled her thong back up, slow and snug across the red skin. She twitched as the fabric dragged over the heat.
Then came the jeans. They didn’t fit quite the same over her swollen ass. He had to work them up inch by inch. Every movement made her wince.
When she stood, her eyes stayed low. Lips pressed tight. She didn’t dare look toward the open door.
She knew.
